They watch her. Eyes of green and brown and blue and gray. All set upon a little girl with hair like fire. She smiles like the angel that she is. She laughs at their jokes. But the mirth never reaches her eyes. Dark eyes that hold many secrets.
At the end of the night, they disappear. She is alone. The smile is gone. Tears stain her cheeks. Blood stains her skin. Red hair is gripped in her tiny fists. She screams until her throat is raw. Her head is spinning. She crawls into her bed, and she dreams.
In the morning, she is perfect again. She loses herself in the routine. The dreams slip away, the last fragmented images dissolving. There is no love. No obsession. No memories. Only their gazes fixed upon her, the empty knowledge that they are watching. That they want.
The boy with eyes of silver finds her in the corridor. He grips her small wrists in his hands. His skin is like ice. It sends a shiver down her spine. And when he kisses her, she lets him. His ice meets her fire and they both melt. She wants him to freeze her, to smother the flame that she holds.
But when he lets go, fire is dancing in his eyes. His skin is warm. And she knows that he cannot save her.
She loses herself in the dreams. Allows them to blur with reality. A feather light touch slides down her arm, bringing with it a burst of cold air that makes her shiver. She knows that he is there.
Lips meet hers, so cold they burn as surely as fire. He tastes of nothing but cold, like sucking on a cube of ice. And she has missed him so.
His icy hands peel away her clothing, brush over her pale and lightly scarred skin. He whispers that she is beautiful, and that he needs her. He pushes her hair away from her face and moves his lips to her neck. To the hollow of her throat. Her collar bone. She is on the floor and he eases himself onto her. The feel of his body against hers is familiar and comforting. They are moving together. She is complete.
She awakens in her bed, tangled in the scarlet blanket. Her body aches. The sheets are stained with blood. Red hair gleams in the sunlight. A smile touches her lips.
Everything is cold.