Die With Me
Summary: the first thing he saw was the blood
"girl I want to die with you in each others arms we'll drown in flame."- Type O Negative, "Die With Me"
The first thing he saw was the blood, her blood. The first thing he heard was the crying, his crying. His initial reaction, of course, was to cradle his son, protect him from the inevitable fate that he, too, was about to suffice; however, the first thing he did was touch her cold face, even in death, even drowning in her own blood, she was still an angel, his angel.
Though indifferent, he couldn't suppress the rage that flowed through him; he was always a paradox, after all. What did he do to be cursed into a life that not only consumed him, but his loved ones as well? Why did Harry ever rescue him from that container? Why was he here, at all if he was only going to be the cause of his loved ones misery?
For most people, this- the murder of a loved one- would be considered a watershed moment; they would fall apart, cry, mourn. Not him. He couldn't do that; he was capable, he is, after all, only a monster. The same kind of species as the monster who took his angel away.
All he saw was crimson, all he could see was crimson, and all he will ever see is crimson. His life bled in crimson; he was born in crimson, and he is certain will die in crimson. It is a color that he has made accommodations for, flirted with and resented for almost his entire life.
He held her one more time, and hoped for at least some tears to come, but they didn't and they never will. As he walked out the door, holding the one last remaining link to her, he couldn't help but wish he too was submerged in the blood.