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Summery: She is left to a life without her soulmate. She is left to a life with the Nightworld. She is left to a life as a hunted human. She is left to a life, only dreams of her soulmate to sustain her. Can she survive the darkness?

"She felt his kiss all over again…"

Life Rewritten – A dark introduction.

She went through with the motions, inhaling pain with every step, revelling in a loss that went deeper than herself. It was cold without him, from the day his life was so briskly snuffed out, her private hibernation had taken precedence over everything else; friends, laughter, breathing. It was her dreams that were her escape, the catalyst for any moment she would be again able to glimpse his opaque emerald eyes.

The day Sade Redfern died was the day Char Winters died in the most metaphoric way possible. It was the day she unintentionally entered a realm of darkness never meant to be known or seen by the human eye, it was the day ignorance was wrongly appreciated.

The day Char's soulmate died was the first day she really lived.

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Char and Sade sat in the middle of what looked like a world that had ended; dead trees, polluted skies, there was no life and not one shred of hope for rebirth in the barren wasteland which was Char's dream. They sat side by side as the wind gently disrupted their hair and looked at the ground, silence grasping the moment.

"It's been two weeks," Sade said softly, drawing patterns into the dirt with his white sneakerd shoe, "you need to stop dwelling in this."

Char look at his solemn profile and knew he was right. But she had never been strong, there had never been a need to; there had always been someone there to shield her, be strong for her. And now that person was gone.

"I know," she replied quietly as he extended his pale hand to hold her own. She looked down at their intertwined fingers and felt a deep ache in her chest at the familiar, but terrifying, thought of living without him.

"Maybe you should start watching Dr. Phil," Sade suggested sarcastically as he saw tears begin to form in his soulmate's eyes.

This comment earned him a small smile from Char's lips, "I hope your suggestion is only in the light of entertainment in the form of comedy and not of pending insanity," she countered dryly, closing her eyes as she did so.

"Both," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her trembling lips as her dream began to slowly dissipate.

She lost him all over again.

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Char's eyelids reluctantly parted to reveal her dim and cluttered room. Her dream came rushing back to her as she slowly sat up, and she lifted her fingers to her lips as she felt his kiss all over again. Breathing air in through her nose was suddenly regretted as its smell was registered as disgusting, cheese like, and possibly lung shrivelling. All of a sudden painfully awake, she forced herself out of bed and made her way quickly over to the windows, tripping over multiple shoes, slipping on numerous pieces of paper and standing on what proved to be dangerously sharp objects. Once at her destination, she swiped open the curtains and ignoring the burning sensation in her eyes caused by the foreign sunlight, opened all of her windows, sticking her head out of the rectangular one to provide her lungs with air considerably healthier than that of her room.

Her eyes again accustomed to light, she turned to survey her now not so dim room, its smell slightly better. That or her immune system had actually accepted its air as non-life threatening and numbed her senses to its smell. It was in a complete disarray, her dark brown floor boards weren't visible, all surfaces were covered with either clothes, CDs, books, or paper and throwing a glance towards her wardrobe it appeared that she had decided it had not been designed for clothes, but for purely clothes hangers and a single cup of tea. Which, by the way, was growing. Sighing, and grumpily dragging her hands through her ash blond hair she carefully made her way towards the door, and exited her room seeking a more desirable location.

In the hallway Char's gaze found her best friend Roz, smoking a cigarette while sitting with her back against the door frame, blowing the smoke outside while closing her eyes in what appeared to be mock meditation. Her short curly black hair coiled slightly to frame her bronzed complexion as she turned her face, eyes still closed, towards her.

"Good afternoon, babe," she drawled, dragging again on her cigarette, "how's the ignoring your life going, peachy?"

Char smirked at her friend as her eyelids suddenly flung open to reveal sparkling brown eyes, "as opposed to your development of lung cancer?"

"Yeah, why not," Roz replied dryly, leaning over to stub out her cigarette on the outside concrete and then standing up in one fluid movement, reminding Char of water.

Roz walked past Char, squeezing her friends arm as she did so and smiled warmly, "By the way babe, stakes are in the pantry."

Blinking uncomprehendingly as Roz disappeared from view, Char contemplated why the hell meat would be stored in the pantry. It wasn't long before she froze in remembrance at the day, exactly 12 days ago the Nightworld had been revealed to her. Recalling the sharpness of Roz's fangs as she had hesitantly touched one to determine whether it was real, she felt a slight headache announce itself. Sade had been one too. She had forgotten all that had made her afraid, temporarily, and now that it was remembered she knew she was lucky to still be alive.

She knew Roz wouldn't develop any semblance of lung cancer any time soon.

She wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing.

All she knew was that it wasn't meat that was in the pantry.