Just a one off that sprang to mind…And was totally slated by my tutor… The characters are Charlaine Harris's and Allan Ball's wonderful creations!
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He slowly bent down until his knees hit the grass. His hand slowly touched the dark marble stone in front of him. The golden colour was long gone but you could still trace the outline of the letters that once were. A…L….A... Every letter cut another deep hole in his non beating heart. He took a deep breath. The memory of her smell still lingered in his mind – AB negative – an extremely rare blood type, almost intoxicating to him. Sometimes he saw her dancing – the red hair like fire, the green eyes begging him please and her lips… Her lips asking: "If a lifetime was not enough for him?" He reached for her embrace, for a touch of her pale skin, but she wasn't there when he opened his eyes.
A light rain started to fall down. It cleansed the stone. It made the black marble more black - if that was even possible. The little stone pigeon he had made and attached to the stone had turned small and dark grey by hundreds of years in mother nature's care. Still he looked the same as when they first had met. Only his soul had changed although he doubted he had ever had one.
Once he had surprised her with a kitten. It was a small, white kitten to keep her company. She loved that kitten like no other, even dressing it up for Christmas in a blood red velvet dress. That Christmas had been their first and it had later turned out to be their last. He looked at the stone bearing her faded name. She had insisted on a giant tree. He remembered cursing her all the way out into the freezing cold forest. Of course he had gotten her the biggest and the best tree in the whole forest and they had spent the rest of the evening fitting the tree into the small house and decorating its' huge branches with colourful baubles and glitter. He had treasured every minute, knowing that after that night it would all be in the past. In the end she had been so exhausted that she had fallen asleep on a pile of glitter. He had looked at her wishing for time to stop right there, right then. Her green dress framed her pale features delicately. Slowly and gently he had lifted her up and placed her in the bed before going down to his nest in the basement. The next night he had awoken to a house smelling of tree and the sound of a busy kitchen. He had felt like a little boy when he found himself standing under the tree looking at the labels on the presents, hoping to find his name on some of them. "Godric!" Her voice had been stern but when he turned around, the smile on her face had given it all away. Gently he touched the edges of the stone.
Embla… That had been the kitten's name. It had had blue eyes just like him. He smiled at the memory. She had told him that the kitten's eyes would be his eyes during the hours of day, when he could not …….. His thoughts stopped as he felt a tear creep out of one of his eyes. It was big and red. He let it roll down his cheek and fall down on the black stone. It stayed there; the rain did not wash it away. After all, blood is thicker than water.