Red.

There was red all over. In the seats, in their hair and flesh, on the floor.

To any human witnessing this, it would be horrendous, but to me, it's art. The way the bodies are entangled, the metal twisted at certain angles, and most of all, her unmarked face in the middle of it all. Her eyes staring out at me, begging me to take her from her pain. To me, her face is physical heaven, something that my eyes have not witnessed in their 100 years of existance. Even in this pained and horrored expression, it was beautiful.

Luckily for her, I wanted to keep that face for eternity.

Without notice, I slipped her from the rusted metal and the rotting bodies. She just stared at me with wonder, trying to figure out what I was. She had never known a creature such as myself, one who would not turn away from the macabre scences of the accident, one who would, in fact, enjoy it. A creature that would gladly drink from the red elixer that flowed through the metals. A creature who would touch her disformed and injured body without a second thought.

"Who are you?" she whispered sofly, her voice barely audible.

I smiled at her. "Darling, sleep. For it is not your true wish to know of who I am."

She stared at me, confusion crossing her delicate features. "Why have you saved me?"

"Because, my darling, I was the only one to see beauty in a car crash."