"I know your tired of all the old stories." A dark-haired man started. "So, let me tell you a new one, one I've never told." The man had black eyes, olive toned skin, and a small smile spread across his face. He sat in front of four children, all giddy and bouncy with excitement. Off to the side a tall man with black and silver hair smiled knowingly from his chair.
"This is the story of how a girl lost her life" he continued.
'I'm not dead babe." A short woman called from the kitchen. Her hands and aprons were messy, and her hair was dyed rainbow colors.
"Ah, mi amore. I'm just telling these wonderful little ones our story." The man responded, his smile growing.
"I'm still glad I got the chance to meet all of you." She said walking into the room.
"Are you really telling this story again?" The man in the chair asked with a small smile on his face and a rolling of his unnatural crimson eyes. "Yes, alright the story began during my junior year in high school…." The woman began smiling brightly.