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Chapter 1: Intro

Ladies and Gentlemen…

We present to you the afterlife.

Beauty at its peak

All of this will be yours

Unless you drinketh from The River…

It felt like someone had walked over my grave.

But my grave wasn't even in the ground yet. I watched the rest of them. The living.

They couldn't see me, I mean… well, not yet. I'll… get into that. I stood right next to my casket. I couldn't look at myself. All I could see were maggots crawling over my dead corpse. My corpse didn't mean much to me; I was still me… sort of.

They're were only a few select people who had come. I was never loved. It was okay. I didn't mind. They were the few who knew me, who cared. They were sad. I guessed it might have mattered. But my love… my poor love. He didn't deserve that.

Anyways, let us start at the basic. My name is Nox, after the goddess of the night. My mother thought I was a spawn of hell. Eyes too deep, thoughts to scary to be another but a spawn of the night. My mother, by the way, was commited to a mental institution about twelve years ago. I was twenty-six when I was killed. How was I killed? Don't really know, not really… not yet.

My love… I mean, I don't love him, but he loves me. Gregory Helms. He's so sweet, so stupid. He cries a lot too… or he did. He just couldn't understand. He just never knew.

I know that, now, he can help me. He's the only one. I can't go to heaven. I can't burn in hell. He's the only one who can help. I might be able to do something… if I find my killer. Hunt them down and torture them as they did me.

I am a ghost, or more specifically, my soul is lost in between heaven and hell and I'm destined forever to wander around Earth until… until I don't know what. Don't drink from the River, or you'll end up like me.

"I can't believe she's gone."

"I know… I miss her. I can't believe it. She promised she wouldn't leave me."

The first was Miss Holly, the comfort and fuck friend for my dear Gregory. The second was, of course, Gregory. I wasn't upset at her(more at Gregory for lying because I never said anything like that), actually glad for once she went out and grabbed him. I know I would have given him to her if he would've left me alone.

It was sad. I used him more than anyone would have thought. Anything I could get, anything I would want, he would do it for me; he would buy it all if it pleased me. I was a pampered bitch and I loved it. Molly faked it-- liking me that is. She hated my guts and I understand why. She's glad I'm gone. I know. I can see her smile when he hugs her, he comes to her for love. She loves it. I don't blame her.

But I left my funeral as quickly as possible. I don't celebrate my death, nor hate it. It just… happened. I can't feel anything. I'm a ghost. I can't be hurt; I have no emotions.

Anyways, when I died. I landed into a void. A land that was just… white. For miles, I walked and walked and walked. It was just… white. No shadows. Just… plain. I thought I had lost my mind, gone blind. Not that I was dead. But then, before my very eyes, a man appeared and he stood next to the river.

He said to me, "I shall never driketh from the river. I shall never driketh from this hole."

I did. I drank from the river.

And then he was gone.

And then so was I. That was heaven, I think. Too bright for me.

Then I appeared in hell. Red. Lots of Red. And Flashes. But it was so cold. So cold and I was too warm.

I left there too.

So there's my heaven and hell.

But now I watch my lovely little Gregory who is not In love with Molly, and he used to be with me, but now his eyes lean towards Hardy. It's cute… in an insane sort of way. Poor Gregory. If only I could take him here. He would be much better with me. He always was.

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I sat inside my house, or Gregory's house. I mean, I'm dead, so I guess he owns it, correct? He came home, his eyes blurry and red. He looked so weak, so worn. His head leaned down towards his chest. He didn't take the time to take off his coat and just laid down on the couch, sobbing. "Gregory."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" He started to scream. Maybe crying. He tore at the seat cushions.

I had never seen such a rage. It caught me by surprise. I wasn't anywhere near him, but I could feel the hatred and pain coming off him in waves. I stepped closer and placed a hand on his shoulder.

He jumped and looked around. "What the fuck?"

I hadn't mastered the art of phase shifting. In the world, there are 3 different planes. One for the living, the undead, and ghosts. It took a lot of work, and a lot of concentration to shirt and be able to see everything. I had been able to live inbetween half living, and half ghost. Such the reasoning behind how I could touch Gregory, but not let him see me. After awhile of his shrieking and cursing, I appeared.

"Nox?"
I smiled. "It's me… in the living flesh, or er…" I laughed. "I'm not alive, am I?"

"You're… dead, Nox. What… do I want… am I dead too?"

"Fufilled my name. Goddess of the night… almost to be of the dead." I laughed, confusing him and myself.

"Why are you here?"

"Don't you want me here?"

"I want you alive."

"Well I'm a fucking ghost. What do you mean to do?"

He looked down towards the floor and tears streamed down his face.

"Oh… hey… look, I'm okay with my death… why aren't you?"

He looked up at me. "You… I loved you Nox and you never loved me back."

"I know."

"You don't? You never did."

"I can't, Gregory. I don't love."

His fists tightened into little balls. "I hate you, Nox. I'm glad you're dead."

I bent down in front of him and let my hand stroke his cheek. "When you're ready, we'll talk again." I shifted out of form and back into my ethereal form. And before me, Gregory sobbed, whimpering my name, as he had done so many times before.

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6 months ago

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"Why don't you love me, Nox? I do everything for you!"

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her body, ignoring him.

"Goddammit, listen to me, Nox, I love you! I'd die for you."
She still watched herself, fascinated. "Have you ever really looked at yourself and seen all the imperfections and strageness of what we call a body?"

"NOX!"

She turned around . "What?" She rolled her eyes at him. "I told you from the first time you said 'I love you' that I would never love, and I never could."

"You can change!" He ran over to her, then onto his knees, holding her hands. "Nox, please… just tell me you love me. I can't live like this."

"Then don't, Gregory. Die."

His eyes widened and tears fell, dampening the floor. "You can't mean that. You a heartless bitch."

"And I intend to keep it that way, Gregory. I don't love you, I never will. Get fucking used to it." Irritated, she moved over to the bed and laid down.

He curled up in a ball and cried, whimpering for him to come to her. "Nox… Nox… why won't you love me? What have I done?"

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To be Continued.

13 until the end.

A/N: Okay--- so go review for me and I'll give you another chapter. Speaking of which, I have this whole thing done sooooo you want more, you review. : )

-Saphi "your friendly neighbourhood blackmailer" M.