I give an unneeded sigh as I look out of the window, watching and waiting as the sun makes it's slow descent within the sky and draws closer to the time that I may leave this castle and return to the side of my beautiful Valora.

"It is strange brother. I see you staring out of that window at the same time every day, it's view perfect for observing the town square. May I ask, what draws your attention so strongly?"

Marcus sits behind me within the armchair across from the unlit fire. His face is set in its usual mask of stone, yet I can see the knowing glint within his eyes. He is playing the fool, is gift already supplying the answer to his question, baiting my reply to confirm the knowledge he has gained.

"Do not toy with me brother. You know what draws my eye each afternoon, you can sense it"

He gives a mirthless chuckle, the closest thing he can manage that replicates any emotion, before standing and moving towards the window as well. His eyes follow the direction of my own before landing upon the sight of my precious Valora, I cannot help but smile as she sets up her station and double checks that her instrument is tuned and prepared for the night ahead.

"I sense that you have found a mate. One of which you can see a future with... But the question is: can she see a future with you?"

I frown at his words. It is something that haunts my mind, the thought that the truth of my existence may cause her to reject me, refuse the love I feel. Such a notion is hard to entertain, her rejection would leave only one option if I wished to abide by the rules I laid down so many millennia ago. No human can know of our existence unless they are to become one of us, death is the only option after that. The death of my Valora is something I cannot handle.

"I plan to seek the answer to that question soon brother. For now, I wish only to know her, she is such a fascinating young woman"

"Does she possess the possibility of a gift?"

His question catches me off guard as my brow furrows and my gaze is forced to leave my angel. I had not considered such a thing. For the first time, it had not been important to me whether she possessed a talent for the supernatural or not.

"No, I don't believe she does, I have seen no evidence of a gift. Yet it matters little to me, there is more to Valora Shields than the prospect of power... Her heart is pure and filled with more love than one such as me should ever be deemed worthy to witness... I find that she has begun to change my outlook upon this world and its occupants, with her own view on life and what she holds dear"

I return my gaze once more to the woman who has opened my eyes to what true joy can feel like. No, my Valora has no talent for the supernatural, but she is blessed with something that I could never hope to attain for myself. A heart filled with love and hope for a world that has lost its way.

The feeling of adoration I have is cut short as my eyes witness my worst fears come true, Marcus' own eyes widening before turning to perceive me with a look of true worry.

My angel, the woman I know I would give an eternity for in exchange for one simple smile, has stopped singing in the streets below. Her silence is deafening as she begins to sway upon her feet, the guitar falling from hands that seem so suddenly weak before her legs give out beneath her and she has fallen to the floor.

I am moving towards the door before I can comprehend that I have moved, slowing down in my goal only as my ethereal speed carries me to the turn that will bring me to my angels post. A crowd has begun to gather, an elderly gentleman crouched by her side as I force my way through the humans with ease and lower myself to her side, the elderly man looking at me with confusion that is soon replaced with saddened pity. Why do you pity my being here?

"Valora?... What is wrong with her?"

He smiles at me as he speaks, the sadness still evident on his face as he helps one of the growing crowd lift her up and begin to carry her towards what I can only guess is her home.

"You must be Aro... Valora's spoken about you a few times. I'm sorry young man, but it's not my right to tell you what's going on, only hers. All I can say is that she's very sick"

I feel my frustration rise at his vagueness, a small amount of pride dulling the negative emotion at the knowledge that she speaks of me to others she knows. I allow my hand to graze his own for a moment, seeking out the information I seek that will answer the question he avoided.

'Lung Cancer... Terminal'

The words ring out from his memories and burn into my mind as I search my own memories for the meaning of such awful words before feeling my existence sink into the pits of despair at the knowledge I have on the condition. I understand the saddened eyes that fall upon my angel now, the tears that threaten the old man's eyes as we continue on our way to Valora's home.

I understand the pain within their hearts now as I realise the horrid truth of what is happening to the woman I have grown to love. My beautiful songstress is dying... God has handed my angel the cruelty of death.