Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except Vivian
Chapter One: Face Of God.
Vivian stood on the edge, her toes hanging over. The cars bellow her, the stars above.
The silky black gown whipped around her ankles. Her strapy heels a ways back on the stairs. Her once elegant black curls were blowing in front of her eyes. Mascara streaked down her cheeks guided by tears.
A wave of courage came crashing through; she prepared to jump.
"Vivian," A calm whisper echoed from all directions.
She turned her head side to side. She saw nothing; and blamed it on her guilty conscience.
To make sure she didn't turn back, she put half her feet over.
Vivian shut her eyes. "I'm sorry." She whispered.
"Vivian," it was from directly behind her.
She swung around, loosing her balance and began to fall backward. But never fell.
A sturdy arm wrapped around her back and another came across her waist.
She turned her head to face the stranger; his eyes were an icy blue with grey rings.
"Don't." His whisper came out in a rush of spearmint. His face was expressionless. Short brown hair stuck out form under a black stocking hat. She could see half a skull on his shirt. The arm that came across her waist was covered in a bluish- green thorn pattern. His hands had fingerless gloves.
He set her down on the roof, never breaking eye contact.
She could see the rest of him now. His black pants bagged. A chain hung from his belt loop and back pocket. Black combat boots stuck out from under his sagging pants.
He stood in the shadow of the roof; even still, his skin looked unusually pale.
"Don't do it Vivian." Still unemotional, his voice deep. His eyes lowered to meet hers, full of hurt and melancholy.
"Who are you?" she asked, tome wavering from shock.
"Someone you don't want to get to know. Just don't do it," and with that; he was gone.
Vivian was still shaken up as she walked down the stairs to collect her shoes. Then she went to her penthouse suite one building over.