He sees a field illuminated by a full moon hanging in the sky.
'Why am I here?' He thought to himself when a figure appeared standing in the grass. Long hair shimmering in the silver light. Their back was to them. 'No…no it can't be…' The figure raises a hand running it through the hair. The other hand moves & images like watching a movie screen appear before them.
He tries to move closer to be sure it is really her. She turns her head looking around, her skin paled, eye jet black. He could feel his heart race seeing her. She looked almost exactly as he remembered, maybe a little older it was hard to tell for sure. She was looking in his direction, but for some reason didn't seem to actually see him. 'Rose…Jade…pl-please.' He thought the words, but for some reason could not produce the sound of them. He could not clearly make out the images she was watching, they were out of focus to him, the only thing clear was her.
His heart ached watching as she turned away from him again focusing on the images instead. 'Rose…look as me…pl-please…please see me…' Again he heard not the sound of his own voice but the sound of the wind moving through the grass. She slowly turned her head again, more of her body with it. Her head moved he could see she was studying something.
'Don't you see me…can't you see me?' He tried to move again picturing his arms moving…that is when he realized why he had no voice…he had no form. His presence was there but not a form in which to interact with. He saw her turn rest of the way towards him. Even if her eyes could not show the emotion she felt, he could picture the mixture of sadness & rage that swirled within her body.
'Forgive me…please…I could not help it…I can not help what I am.'
She slowly lowered her head. Her hair moves to hang in her face. "LEAVE ME! BEGONE YOU PLAGUE ME NO LONGER!" Her head snapped up her hair flipping back a glow to her blackened eyes as a mist removed her from his sight.
'Nooo…Ja…."
Taker's eyes snapped open lifting his head up from the back of the large leather chair he saw seated in. A glass of Jack surprisingly still clenched in his right hand. His chest heaved for breath feeling tears tracing his weathered face. He has shed many tears for her since that night. The guilt would try to come claim his soul every year around the anniversary of that dreadful night. He would lie if he said he did not still have dreams of her, but this one was different…this was more like the dreams they used to share on lonely nights when they could not be in the others presence.
He lifted the glass downing the rest of the contents before placing it on the table next to the chair. His head turned towards the steps hearing the door.
"Mark? Mark, won't you come up?" A woman called.
"Leave me alone."
"Mark please you been down there for days."
"AND I WILL STAY FOR DAYS MORE IF I WISH IT!"
"Please you are worrying me…I'm coming down." He could hear her shoes hit the first step.
"YOU EVEN THINK OF WALKING DOWN ANOTHER STEP WOMAN!" He stand up heading for the steps his boots thundering on the cement floor. He was dressed just in the biker books & jeans. He reached to base of the steps before Michelle could even get a quarter of the way down.
Taker had never allowed her in the basement & she always wondered what the big deal was. The few steps she did manage to come down only allowed her to see the lighting in the room was dark. She was guessing to watch movies or something. She just figured it was his 'man cave'.
"Turn around…go back upstairs & leave me alone or you will regret it." He almost growled an evil glint to his eyes. Michelle gulped before turning to head back up, shutting the door behind her.
Taker then turned refilling his glass from an almost drained bottle before sitting back in the chair. He was relived she was more scared of him then concerned & had made no notice of the wet streaks to his face. He just wished to be left alone with his guilt & his memories…if he could not have her…he could at least hold on to those until the day the true reaper came for his dark soul.