A/N: Poor Albel. You've said it a million times, I've said it a million times.
But unfortunately I love to torture him. That will just make the happy parts so
much sweeter. XD

Disclaimer: Even if I had created him, Albel would not let me own him…He's an
independent sort of guy that has no need for girls wishing to own him. The only
person that has a claim on him is Fayt.

Albel woke early the next morning. Fayt was still sleeping peacefully, a tiny
smile at the corners of his mouth. Fayt sighed happily and snuggled down further
into the bed.

Albel chewed on his bottom lip. The dreams were so real. Fayt sitting at the
kitchen table, laughing as he used to when they were friends. Fayt throwing
snowballs at him. Fayt sitting in the snow in just his underwear, shivering
until Albel came and carried him inside. Albel shook himself. "He doesn't love
me, doesn't like me, doesn't even trust me," he reminded himself.

Unbidden, Albel's gaze wandered to Fayt, who was sleeping close to Albel for
warmth. "He looks so peaceful. He's so close and he's not trying to stay away
from me." Albel let out a frustrated sigh. "It's too tempting. I can't take
this." He rolled out of bed and began wandering through the house.

Albel made his way to one of the large windows in the dining room. He looked out
forlornly as a brilliant sunrise lit up the dark sky. He was in no mood to
appreciate beauty. It just made him feel further depressed and lonely.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Albel turned to see Fayt leaning against the wall, a cheerful smile on his face
that didn't quite reach his eyes. Albel's eyes examined Fayt carefully, drifting
down to the hand held at his side, a bloody kitchen knife grasped in it.

"I'll kill you," Fayt said as casually as if suggesting they eat lunch.

A hollow feeling of dread settled in Albel's stomach. "You're not Fayt."

The fake Fayt pushed off from the wall, a sadistic smile distorting Fayt's
features. "I'm the only Fayt you'll ever know."

Albel shuddered as the ghost walked closer, appraising him. The green eyes were
knowing, the smile smug. He knew Albel's weakness as well as Albel did.

"Just relax," the ghost whispered. "It will be over painlessly and then you
won't have to suffer anymore.

Albel flinched as the ghost reached up to touch his cheek. "No more futile
dreams, no more lonely nights," he murmured soothingly. "Just an eternity of
happiness. Heaven is a wonderful place."

"Heaven doesn't accept people like me," Albel said bitterly.

The ghost gave Albel a pitying smile. "So little confidence. Let me show you a
piece of heaven."

Worried, Albell began to back up until he had nearly touched the other wall. The
ghost playfully seized his arm and dragged him forward. "You can't run from me.
You don't want to. I am the embodiment of all your desires. Or perhaps you would
like to see me in my underwear." The ghost gave Albel a sly look.

Albel groaned. He couldn't hide anything in this place.

The ghost gave Albel a sympathetic smile and put one hand on his shoulder. "Just
relax, love."

Albel did nothing as the ghost pulled him closer. He didn't resist as the ghost
pressed cold lips against his own. He knew he couldn't fight this. He couldn't
kill anyone that looked like Fayt. It would be easy to surrender and pretend it
really was Fayt, but Albel was never one to do things the easy way.

Albel's eyes widened as the ghost removed his shirt. "Damn him," Albel hissed.
It wasn't really Fayt, but at least he could die happy.

The ghost's arm tightened around Albel's shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye,
he saw the other hand raised, the ghost fingers working, changing the grip on
the knife from one suited for chopping vegetable to one for stabbing human
flesh. So this is the end…

"Albel?" a worried voice called from the other room.

With an angry hiss, the ghost vanished. Fayt wandered into the room, his face
brightening. "There you are! I've been looking all over."

Albel looked dispiritedly out the window. "I could have died happy," he
whispered.

Fayt sucked in his breath at Albel's expression. "What's wrong? You looked
terrible."

Albel looked like a man who had lost everything. His face, normally pale was a
washed out white, which made him look almost dead. His normally vibrant crimson
eyes were now a watery orange. He sighed heavily, his very posture reflecting
misery.

Albel barely managed to meet Fayt's eyes before looking away. He forced a smile.
"I think you just saved my life."

Fayt frowned. "I didn't do anything. If I had saved you, you would be happy
right now."

Albel turned back to the window. The bright sun was mocking him. "Don't worry
about it, Fayt."

"Well, alright. But if you need anything, I'll help."

"No, there's nothing you can do." Nothing can cure this ache. I just want to
die.