As the rain poured down from the bleak night skies, something stirred that should not be. The melancholy reigned through the song of the bitter water falling from the forbidden heavens. Only when it rained, did the heavens remain from the humans' view. So when it rained they were no longer protected with their hope. When the water drenches everything in gloom that is when she leaves her forsaken abode and into the streets of man.

Drip, said the water to the earth. Drip.

She made not a sound as she slowly treaded on with no destination in mind for when this blissful rain subsides, she will depart. It was not as if the sun bothers her, but she did not like the waking world. It was filthy.

The rain cleanses all. No, the rain cannot nullify her diabolic existence, but she does not believe that she is nearly as disgusting as the death the humans carved out for themselves, however. She does not care about the foolish creatures either.

Buildings took on a dark hue as this unrelenting water spewed forth violently, as if it shared the dhampir's revulsion towards the modern world. But alas, they all remained as silent structures that dominate the skyline.

If the rain was meant to dissuade people from traveling out of their materialistic abodes, it was well heeded. Maybe a dreary car passed by once in every while during this seemingly eternal night, but the ominous woman paid them not heed for they were just another short-lived life in an uneventful world. Everything was predetermined to die.

Stars, who retain the hope of life, will fade as the nothingness creeps in while preaching its laws of impending doom. The mountains of the unaware world will remember their brilliance.

When those mountains crumble under the effects of the fiend called time, the murmuring winds will whisper the deceased stars' tales. That is when the world will be at its pinnacle. The hope of the stars will live on.

The wind then hears the nothingness words and will be subdued by the reality called the end. Who then will reinforce the tales? People.

The people will forget for such limited creatures will be wound up in frivolous things to care for the hope of salvation known only by the stars. How the world will suffer then.

As the nothingness draws to a close its final sermon, the despair will creep in like a tangible wave. The humans then will drown.

Life will roll on past the time of humans, and for a while, all will be calm until that is, their final light fades out. The sun will shine no more.

The moon, the Lady Moon, will fall to the face of the darkened world for she cannot live without the light of Lord Sun. The world will be forever damaged.

Earth, Mistress Earth, shall cry forth ember tears at the tragedy of it all. She will be so alone. Her tears, which came from the core of her being, shall eventually dry out. Mistress Earth will remain but a blackened shell both on the inside and out.

Everything was predetermined to die. Such was the truth she had known throughout her life as she glimpsed her only friends' lives filter through her undead fingers. What was she to do? Taint the pure essence about them that had drawn her wretched self to them?

The rain sang to her. It had always consoled her, but she knew it would perish as well. Maybe before her time came she would make something for herself like she did those centuries ago with her friends. Truly, they had awakened her human side, but the reality of her heritage quickly returned when they were all but bones.

The song that she so loved was near its end, she knew.

Does she remain in the awakening city? If so go to EMOTION PURE AND STRONG.

Or does she retreat to her sanctuary? If so go to THE LIFE THAT WAS NEVER TO BE.