He walks purposefully among the dead, each stride careful and precise as the last. His heart withers with remorse, but he stands straight and stiff, in the most proper posture he can manage.
'He always hated it when I slouched ' Thethought dances at the top of his mind, but is blown off in the breeze created both by natural wind and his quick pace.
The cemetery is warm and dark. It is a perfect July dusk. The sky is ablaze with reds and oranges, climbing up and clutching onto the last fragments of sky, hopelessly drowning into the horizon. He pays them no mind. Instead, he turns toward the farthest edges of the sky- a deep dark blue barely twinkling with star dust. It is a royal carpet to welcome the moon into the sky.
'The color of his eyes.' This thought hangs on his shoulder, but not for long. He shakes it off and begins to count gravestones, turning here and there where it is familiar to turn, not stopping even once to catch his breath. It would probably be easier to fly, but something about that seems disrespectful. He is not really dead, and will not mock those who rest with such a deceitful form.
He continues onward, the tombstones growing larger and eventually morphing into full-fledged mausoleums. Six, seven rows go by and he suddenly stops, turning on his heels and skimming over the tops of the small stone temples. A particularly ornate one with subtle black "M" carved laboriously on it's door catches his eye. He does not blink, quickly phasing through the stone as though it were a curtain of beads instead of six inches of solid concrete.
Now inside, he pulls a thin white candle from his coat, and lights it with a small concentration of ecto energy. The green fades into orange, casting strange but familiar shadows on the empty spaces of the walls, and finally, on the singular solitary coffin in the center of the stone shed. He sets the candle down. Breathes. Slightly steps forward.
He lifts his hand and places it on the stone slab, gently whispering, a secretive look glowing on his face.
"Happy birthday, Vlad."
I shouldn't be posting this yet, but I feel bad for not having updated "No Regrets" in such a long time.
I'm working on it (and this) but I think that I want to try finishing it before I post it. That way, it'll all be done and makes sense and there won't be any major plot holes or inconsistencies.
But I thank you all for being patient with me!