Back again with a Diva and Karl Story its two chapters first one will be Karl's memory and the second will be Diva's. Sorry if their a little OOC but I couldn't use their personalities to create a story like this. I thought there should be more stories about these two so I'm trying to start a trend. Please review after you read these so I know what to improve on.

Karl watched Diva from afar she twirled lightly in the greenhouse where she had awoken not too long ago. Her dark ebony hair falling around her face as she bent down to capture a stray spider that had become an unfortunate victim who had strayed into Diva's path. Her light voice echoed and reverberated on the glass walls, like the sounds of bells or of breaking glass. Diva watched with amusement as the spider began its steady crawl on the new terrain of her hand. Karl waited wondering how long it would be until Diva's mind grew bored and she wanted something new, something better. Almost as if she sensed his thoughts Diva brought her hand down on top of the small garden spider creating a small crunch as the body caved in on itself. Diva laughed again and Karl couldn't help but notice the cynical twang in it, or the way her brilliant blue eyes turned strangely possessive and cynical at times. But, Karl loved her. Maybe it was the way she acted that so endeared him to her, or the way she walked. All he knew was something about her that drew him back time and time again, even after he was tossed away after Diva grew bored. Karl smiled realizing that he was exactly like the small garden spider, to be killed when Diva seemed fit.

Karl stood there his hands clenched at his sides as he fought back the sudden memories that bombarded him, that fought for his attention screaming at him. Memories of a time before the Vietnam War before he lost his sanity, to a one sided and obsessive love, memories of a time Diva wanted him, maybe even loved him.

It had been the most prestigious event in the country; noble men and their family attended and populated a giant ballroom to gloat of wealth and to make futures for their offspring. Karl forgot the names of the many people their faces blurring into a rainbow of colors in his mind's eye. The clearest memory was her. The first time he had seen Diva.

They had been standing across different sides of the room both of their attention diverged from each other. Until Karl looked up and into the piercing blue eyes of Diva. They held depths of untold pain and secrets all waiting to be unlocked by the single turn of a key. A key, Karl suddenly wanted to posses.

He studied Diva that night watching the way her ebony hair cascaded down one of her pale and milky shoulders falling shortly to her waist. She was dressed in a simple and elegant blue dress almost as blue as her eyes, and she would look at him her eyelashes delicately forming over her ocean blue eyes, her heart shaped face gleaming with beauty in the light.

Karl felt his heart beat speed up every time he heard her delicate laughter, and every time he saw her crimson lips, as red as blood, smile. Without a doubt Karl believed it was love at first sight, and he would do anything to be with her, that woman, Diva.

Later that night a man came to him, Karl recognized him as an escort of the woman he had been watching all night. He said his name was Solomon and that Diva wanted to speak to him. Karl's eyes widened, that woman wanted to speak to him, she would smile at him! He paced himself to keep from racing to her side. Diva, such a beautiful name, such a beautiful name for her.

Diva sat across from him her eyes light with a childish laughter as her small hand placed itself over his. They talked of nothing it seemed, but simply sat there. Diva studied him her blue eyes searching his face for something, some sort of sign. A key perhaps to unlock that infinite pool of sorrow locked behind those shining blue orbs.

As they sat there the orchestra resumed it's place in the ballroom and Karl looked to see that it had been gone. Time had seemed to slip away when he was with Diva leaving him ever young it seemed. Karl looked up to see Solomon coming towards them a smile playing on his lips. As if on cue Diva stood giving Karl a smile the only explanation to her sudden and abrupt departure. He watched as she slowly made her way to the orchestra and stood before the ball's guest. The way she stood commanded attention and every head in the room turned to look at her.

Diva took a deep breath and let out the most beautiful sound Karl had ever heard. She was like an angel singing, but sorrow tainted every note. Each breath she took seemed like a sob to her petite frame. But as Karl looked around everyone was smiling as they became lost to the melody drifting across the room and directly to Karl. He watched Diva and her eyes never left his face. Her guarded and locked sorrowful eyes boring into his, as if searching for the answers to an age old question. But what… but what?

"Karl?" Diva called, dragging Karl from his memories.

"Yes?" Karl asked. Diva's only answering reply was simply a shrug as she twirled around the greenhouse with her porcelain doll which would last only a few more minutes before Diva would lose her love for it and break it into tiny pieces.

Diva, will you still love me? Or will your love fade and as it does will I be smashed like a tiny spider on your palm or demolished like a porcelain doll? Because Diva, I will do anything for you, even die for you.

And so he did.

Thanks for reading and keep an eye out for the next chapter which shall hopefully be out soon. Remember to review! -LifesDarkFire