I actually got this idea from In the Forests of the Night, where the girl becomes a vampire and gradually loses her reflection. This could actually apply to any of the Brides, but I wrote it thinking of Verona. Please review! I know it's short, but...review anyway!


Shades of gray.

The wind in your hair, gentle fingers across your face, your smooth skin. The dead leaves rustling over the gray stone of the tomb that you will never enter. Candlelight flickering dully in the dim twilight, reflected frail and golden in the mirrored walls.

Mirrors. They are the worst of all, the most dreadful part of this existence.

Sometimes you can still see yourself. Eyes gaze upon you, ageless and all-seeing, sometimes a deep sable, sometimes a cool, clear gray like the spring rain, baubles of pale green glass in the dying sunlight.

She smiles, and you remember the sun, the warmth on your bare arms as you laughed in the fields and watched birds soar overhead. You can hear the music of the trees, and it is alive, oh, so alive. You touch the mirror, and for an instant there is warmth against the glass.

Each day you seek her, gazing into her beautiful face, forgetting for a while the reality in which you exist. Forgetting why you exist, because you know that she is the light inside you, the remaining humanity locked inside a shell of ice-cold death. Each day you cling to her light as the world grows darker. And each day you retreat from the light that you cling to.

Until one day all that is left is an empty silver-gray sheet of glass.


This was, as I said, completely random...please review!

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