A/N: Hello! Raven here! I just thought I'd mention this because I forgot to before Q-Q In no way, shape or form do I own Soul Eater, as much as I wish I did, but December and Ink are all mine! :P

Epitaph

Chapter 1: Of Bloody Dreams and Silent Screams

An eerie silence hung over the little garden, but it didn't seem to bother the girl. She flitted about, pale and wispy, almost translucent in the moonlight. She was dressed in a gown as white as milk and she almost seemed to float on the soft breeze. As her dance brought her closer to the shallows of the silver stream, she passed into the shadows of a willow tree.

Perched on one of the branches like an overgrown bird was a boy hidden in darkness. His predatory gaze swept over the clearing as if making sure nothing disturbed the apparent peace of the quiet. The girl didn't seem to know he was there, but she must have felt safe because she danced with graceful abandon, arms outstretched and face illuminated by the pale glow of the white orb hanging above her head. She didn't seem to acknowledge her surroundings until she bent over to pluck a flower from the bed of softly luminescent white roses at her feet. She cradled it as if it were her own child and as she lowered her head to smell it; her sheet of silver hair briefly covered her features, hiding her from sight.

She looked back up and cast her gaze around the rest of the scene. She didn't seem to find it interesting, so she held up her arms and swirled away again. Pirouetting with her head held high and the rose clasped between her fingers, the girl eventually came to rest by a marble fountain. She draped herself across the stone steps and put her arms up on the side of the pool with her fingers leaving trails across the surface of the water. As her gray eyes closed, and her breathing softened, the rose fell gently from her grasp and alighted on the water.

Almost instantaneously, the wind picked up and blew the rose around the perimeter slowly drawing it closer to the jets of water coming from the gargoyle's leering mouths and pouring silently into the pond. It swirled and dipped, gasping for air in the center of the maelstrom. As it drew ever closer to the center pillar, the wind started to whip droplets of water out of the pool that was once so still and calm. One landed on her dress. As it soaked in, the pure white fabric was stained with red. The boy was nowhere to be seen.

Her eyes snapped open in an instant, but they were different. Blank. Glazed over in black. She lifted her head and turned her body, letting her hair fall into the churning bloodied waters at her back. The crimson raced up the strands almost as if it were alive and eager to reach her pristine face. It ran from her eyes and dripped silently down her neck to dye her collar with the blood of the roses. She began to stand but she was shaking so violently she slipped in the blood pooling by her bare feet. Down on one knee, head bowed in a prayer that no one can hear, she looked like an angel fallen from grace. She stood shakily, mouthing words to the darkening red sky. For the first time, a sound could be heard coming from her blood-stained lips.

"I am alone. I am nothing. I am nobody. No one is coming. But it is. Help…"

She began to spin in a frenzied parody of her former dance. Arms outstretched to welcome the dark clouds rolling over the once-peaceful glade. She spun faster and faster, eyes blank and crying tears of crimson, mouth open in a silent scream.

Death the Kid awoke with a jerk. He sat up straight and looked around. Where was the girl? She had seemed so realistic, and she was obviously in danger! It took him a few seconds to realize it had been a dream. He noticed that his jaw was clenched and he was drenched in a cold sweat. What was that? Some kind of premonition? Whatever it was, I hope I never have to see it again.

"KID! Where are you?"

He looked around to see Liz and Patty running towards him. "There you are! Your dad's looking for you, something about a new girl," said Liz.

Kid sighed and got up from the patch of grass he had been sleeping on. "Alright, if he insists, but first things first. How many times have I told you to make sure your hat is on straight? We have to be perfect! PERFECT!"

Liz just rolled her eyes and grabbed Kid's arm. "Whatever, I'll fix my hat later, but right now we have to go."

I looked up at the blades that hung over the hallway. I always hated walking to the Death Room; it was just creepy enough to set my teeth on edge. Death always had a knack for freaking me out, but only in the most subtle way possible.

"December. If we don't get there soon, he'll probably send Spirit out looking for us, and you remember the last time that happened, don't you?"

Suppressing a shudder, I nodded. "Ok, let's go, it won't be that bad."

I think.

A/N: Chapter 1, CHECK! Hopefully they'll get longer once my creativity gets itself together! :P Anyway, on a random side note, I got the title from the song "Epitaph" by King Crimson! (Even if you don't know who they are, it's still a pretty amazing song!) And appropriately creepy I might add. But that's beside the point! Please review! It would give me warm tickly feeling inside, and I might just be inclined to… do something nice for once! There might even be cookies involved ;) Toodles!

-Raven