Blood was all over his hands. He looked at the puddle beneath him. Her body was thrown across the grass but the blood was in a neat puddle on the pavement. As his reflection shown in the moonlight, he looked to be nothing but skin and bone. Short, messy, brown hair clung to his skull. Such a tall figure with the longest limbs anyone had ever seen. He looked to be absolutely harmless if not fragile. Yet here he was lost in the fascination of the dark red liquid. Eyes that have held far more pain than one ever should now saw a large spot of red cloud his vision. These eyes always had large pupils that made people almost wonder what color his irises really were. Tonight, the pupils came to a pin point as the dark emptiness of sick wonder crept through them.

"I told her not to." The boy whispered to the night. "She should have done what I asked, she wouldn't have gotten hurt. Well, maybe she would have… but she could have waited a little while longer. Enough time to get away from me. Why didn't she just do what I said? I told her not to."

He looked back at his hands. Examined how tiny rivers of blood still crept into the crevasses of his palm. His breath caught in his throat at the splendor of the show.

The boy knelt down beside the fragile creature. Her face was a frozen mask of fear. Wide eyes and open mouth, a scream locked in that mouth forever. It was so beautiful to him, a scream that had never begun and yet would never stop. Somehow he knew, the only place he could hear the non-existent scream was in his own nightmares. He would cherish every moment, every sound, every note.

His blood soaked hands crept closer to that screaming face. It dripped off his fingertips, into puddles along the grass. Once he touched her lovely face, he caressed her cheek. Oh so beautiful. Long, skinny fingers combed red streaks into her blonde hair. It was so smooth and silk like. She felt like she was still alive.

Gently, he whispered, "I told you not to… why didn't you listen to me?" He continued to pet her, as if trying to calm her down. "There were two ways out of it… but you chose this one. In the end it still got you what you wanted…" The boy bent down further to softly whisper in her ear, the way you would a dear lover, "You'll never have another nightmare again."

He was shaking after that small speech. It was like he hadn't even been the one talking, but he was. The part of him that was enjoying this, was the one who spoke. He stood back up and stared at the moon with those pin point pupils and deep brown eyes.

Even though he was terrified and hurt beyond reason, even though he would never see her again, even though tears streamed down his face, he could do nothing but smile.