My beautiful love, my beautiful wife of many years lay in my arms. She was so beautiful, her perfect, porcelain face calm and gentle. Her crimson eyes were shut, lashes long and black. Her long, black hair fanned out behind her, silky and smooth, just like her skin. She was hardly clothed, wearing only black undergarments.
I traced my finger along her cheekbone down her jaw to her neck. I wrapped my hand gently around her small neck, playing with her hair with my slender fingers. I placed a gentle kiss on her white lips, whispering sweet nothings into her unhearing ear. "I love you."
Even though I didn't deserve it, I know her reply would have been "I love you too." It broke me to think that even now she would love me. A tear fell from my eye, dripping onto her cheek. A torrent more followed. I pressed another kiss, this time to her neck, ignoring the blood which soaked her skin. I pulled her closer, taking my lips away. "I'm sorry." I whispered, wiping the blood from my mouth, the blood from when I had drank from her, and the blood from the kiss.
I scooped her up in my strong arms, lifting her from the pool of crimson, and carried her to our bed, placing her down gently. She looked calm, happy. As beautiful as ever.
I kneeled next to her, burying my face in her breasts, clutching her hand in mine. A flood of tears broke through my lids, soaking her skin. I shook violently, in utter despair. I had killed her. Killed my love, the one person who had meant the most to me. The one who had always been there for me, who had wiped away my tears, held me close, helped me when I was lost. She helped me find myself, helped me find God. She was always there to satisfy my physical needs as well as my emotional needs. She was kind and beautiful. She was my life. And I had killed her.
"Firewing." I whispered shakily. "I'll always love you. I always have. I'm so sorry!"
"I forgive you." A voice whispered in my ear. I could feel my hair being brushed away from my face, but I didn't care. I couldn't think about anything except what I had just done.
"Are you even listening to me?"
I breathed in, listening to the voice. Was I dreaming? "Firewing? Firewing, I love you."
"I love you too. Nothing you could do could ever change that, silly."
"Hmmm?" I looked up. Firewing was weakly smiling at me, still extremely pale, but definatly alive.
"Sorry, I'm just not that easy to kill."