A/N: Hey everybody, I'm just letting you know now that I LOVE reviews! The more I get the faster I update. I won't be too pushy for the first few chapters, seeing as it'll start out kind of short. But I can promise you, I have a plot line that's gonna blow your mind! Got any theories? Review! Want a hint? Review! Confused? Review! Want something in the story? REVIEW! Get the hint? haha I really hope so!
Note: This fic is rated M because it is a really dark and angsty fic. If you can't handle any aspects of angst (suicide, cutting, self-loathing, etc.) then don't read!
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Blackness surrounded her. She couldn't see, couldn't feel, couldn't hear. And then she could. She sighed in relief, her fists uncurling and her heartbeat slowly returning to normal. Stiffening as her eyes trained on the sight in front of her, she wished the darkness was back. The darkness was better any day. Black was warmer than the cold red orbs piercing her with fear. She opened her mouth to scream, and nothing came out. Looking for anything, any signal to reassure her that this was just a joke, her imagination running wild with her again. A cold, white hand reached out, brushing her cheek. "Beautiful." It said, its voice gravelly and rough, tinted with lust and..... hunger. Suddenly, another flash of white appeared, illuminated by the moonlight she still couldn't see. It had also been choked out by the darkness. Everywhere, darkness. Cold darkness, because she knew it was hiding the thing that was making the hairs on the back of her neck prickle, and goosebumps erupt all over her body. This nightmare was truly never going to end. It was going to finish her here. This was the end. Suddenly, it was back, its long white fingers brushing slowly through her hair, calming her. She felt more prickling, and realized it wasn't her hair this time. Its teeth brushed her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, biting her softly. Pain blossomed from the areas it had touched, dying almost as soon as it came alive. It hovered in front of her as she opened her eyes, afraid to look. The eyes were no longer as cold, but more like fire, inexplicably warming her. She smiled, no longer afraid. "Maybe I'll turn out like one of the princesses in the books daddy reads to me," she thought, "with a prince to protect me. Maybe it'll all be okay..." A splintering crash shattered her thoughts. She could see the moon again, and the light was blindingly painful. A dark silhouette appeared in front of the moon, relieving her pain momentarily. It lunged towards her, and in that fleeting moment she froze, trapping the memory in her mind forever. Eyes, bright red, hovering above a mouth emitting a snarl so primitive that it could be described only as something from a horror movie, or an Animal Planet documentary. Slowly, her prince and the scary thing moved in a circle, tense, eyes cold, quivering with anticipation as each waited for the other to make a move. It was horrifying, it was fascinating. Her legs unlocked, only to pull her closer to the fight. The thing glanced swiftly at her and pounced. She screamed as it hit her prince, snarling. Deftly, he pushed the thing off, slamming it into a concrete pole, then against a panel of glass. With a tinkling sound, the glass rained down, coming to rest in silence not a second later on the floor. It was quiet. It was too quiet. Her prince had disappeared. She sat on the floor and began to cry, tears running silently down her face, touching every spot her prince had, and she hoped she would see him again.
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She sat there for a while, curled in a ball, cold and alone with only memories of her prince left. Glass, like shards of ice, littered the floor around her, almost like confetti gone horribly wrong. The gaping hole in the side of the building let the moon in again. For the second time that night, she wished for darkness. What had just happened? Was this why everyone always told her fairy talkes couldn't happen? Because it just wasn't realistic to think that everything could go okay? Unfortunately she was starting to believe it. She was going to die here, with nobody left. Her mom and dad were back home, they had no clue she wandered away. And as for her prince... she sighed. He wasn't coming back. Nobody was. She was determined to go out with a bang. Wincing as she got up, she surveyed the damage. A few cuts on her arms from the glass, and a single droplet of blood on the collar of her new coat. "At least mommy can't get mad at me for getting my new coat dirty..." she thought, trying to be optimistic. She dusted herself off, rebraided her hair, and set to work trying to remember her prince. She said everything aloud, repeating it. She couldn't forget him. She wouldn't. Using the small shards of glass, she cleared a large spot and set to work. Reds, blues, silvers, greens, golds, every color imaginable lay in the wreckage around her. She tiptoed around, occasionally picking up a bit of this or a bit of that, careful not to let any of the sharp parts cut her finger. She came upon a rather large piece that had managed not to splinter. The moon was reflected, as was the sky, littered with stars. The beauty was a sight to behold. "My last night sky..." she realized. The cold was seeping into her bones, her fingers numb from working. This had to be finished first. Working quicker still, she assembled her pieces in piles on the floor, being sure to get all of the pieces out of her pockets. As she pulled another rather large piece out, she saw her reflection for a mere second. She gasped, whirling around frantically to look behind her. "Silly me, it was just my imagination. Nothing can hurt me now." Another piece of glass crunched under her foot and she jumped, dropping the shard from her hand. As if in slow motion, the shard glided as easily as water past her skin, leaving a pain like a rather large papercut. Looking down, she saw beads of crimson begin to appear on her skin, slowly at first, and she admired them. "Like a bracelet" she realized. Suddenly, it came harder, flowing in ruby rivers down her fingertips, landing on the crude weapon. She sat there, fascinated, watching the glass as the blood dried onto it, making almost a pattern. She left it to dry, picking up a particularly pretty teal shard as she went back to her work.
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About 3 hours later, or so she guessed, she was done. Stepping back to admire her handiwork, she smiled a grim smile. She couldn't feel her fingers or her ears. It just needed one thing, and then she could be at peace. Picking up another large shard of glass, she slowly sliced the tips of three of her fingers. As the blood flowed steadily, she put them to the floor, writing her full name in her neatest cursive, grimacing as finer shards cut deeper into the wounds, embedding themselves into her skin. The moon, as if to enhance her big finale, moved between two large oak trees, sending a single strip of light bouncing off of the blood, making it glitter, making it shine. There was blood everywhere. It was all hers. Looking back once more, she saw the beauty of her creation, smiled, picked up the shard she was determined to keep, made sure it was dry, and stuck it in her pocket. Laying down on the cold floor, her breath became labored and colors danced and swam in front of her eyes. She knew death would come swiftly. She had no more tears and her work was done. At least all she had to do was wait.
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A pair of cold, white arms wrapped around her from behind, humming softly as they wrapped her in a blanket. She knew exactly what it was. Her angel of death. This was it, she could rest. She had met her prince and left her mark on the world. "You can sleep now" the angel said. Sighing contentedly, she fell asleep as the soft rocking of his movements reassured her. "I will never leave you." he whispered in her ear, and though his voice now sounded different, she couldn't care any less. The melody of his song surrounded her, enveloped her, kept the horrors at bay, the darkness. Exhausted, her eyes fluttered closed. The last she remembered was the haunting sound of his lullaby.
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So who thinks they know what's going on? I'd love to know your theories! I anticipate this story to go on for about 30 chapters, but it could be a lot longer too. HIT ME UP LOVELY READERS! 3333