Death as Her Glass Coffin
Moments ago, the child of aggression and cruelty had discovered the body of the only being that had barred him from fully immersing the ways of his parents. The eyes that knew control, now only expressed pain, a weakness he had not indulged in until the second he saw the golden curls of his last comrade, the martyr for his debts. The hybrid's breath held tightly to the walls of his throat as he kneeled down slowly, slower than he had ever moved since the death of his humanity. Her eyes were perfectly still under their lids, not a flutter shook the dark curtain of lashes at their edges. She seemed peaceful, a sick betrayal of the emotions that had overtook her just minutes before. Every curl of hair seemed to fan perfectly over the ashen cement. She was Snow White: beautiful and still, with death as her glass coffin. His hands trailed down her arms, her chest, until they stopped at the wooden stake that had wretched her away from this world, and him. He stared at the object. It seemed to be mocking him with its simplicity. He was immortal, yet this… stick could take away everything that mattered to him. But he did not dare separate it from his (yes, even in death, she was still fully and completely his), Caroline. The hybrid knew that if it was torn away, she would deteriorate into the earth, claimed prisoner forever. But fate, by taking in this prisoner, had unwillingly unleashed the great beast she had so hoped to tame. And now, fuelled by the scorn of loss, he was filled with a new thirst for blood, one that would not be quenched until every last son and daughter of nature was drained. The most terrifying man is the one who has nothing to lose.