Whispering Hollow

"The days do turn to night without you, so far well my beloved sun."

It was three o'clock and she was still awake. She spent her night's this way more and more frequently these days. When was the last time she'd actually slept? Only the lord knew.

"Destroy me." He'd whispered in her ear that night. At first she hadn't believed him. How could he seriously ask that of her, not that she knew everything about him.

"Destroy me." The two words that plagued her nightmares and kept her awake for days at a time. "Destroy me..."

Those weren't the only words, but they were the only ones she couldn't block out. The beginning of the end.

Her eyes started to droop, she was waring thin. Suddenly her head snapped up violently.

It must have been more than four days since she'd slept. The hallucinations were beginning. It wouldn't be long before she HAD to sleep again. Meanwhile the trees started to disappear around her and cold white linoleum tile covered the forest floor. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... Then she opened them. Right in front of her he sat against the wall, his head in the hands. She called his name out in a muted whisper. The figure in the white scrubs turned to her sharply and she nearly cried out at his face.

"Destroy me, Max. If you ever loved me, you'll do this for me." He said softly.

Max held back tears. How could she do that to him. This boy who's veins her own blood did course.

"Max, they're going to make me kill you. I- I can't stop it. I won't do it. I can't." And he groaned and clutched his stomach. I could tell that he was in excruciating pain. "Max... Please?" He asked me. This was so strange, coming from the boy who'd once mocked me over and over again.

He grabbed his stomach as a new wave of pain struck him. "Please, Max... Destroy me."

And, God help me, I reached over and plucked the scalpel off of the tray, I brought it to his throat and looked into his eyes for one last time. I thought about the bond that could have been but never would be. I hated myself for it. I dragged the razor sharp scalpel across his throat.

Blood spurted out with his rapid heart beat and I threw the retched blade across the room and stared down into his gasping, blanching face. I watched as he died. I had killed him.

"I'm sorry..." I said unable to say his name. "I'm sorry.."

I closed my eyes again forcing myself into reality. I couldn't say his name there, not then, but I could say it now.

"I'm sorry... Fang"

A/N: (Dodges vegetables) Sorry, I had a warped idea and I've been up too long...sorry.