Black Angel: Der Tod

Just to clarify, I am not basing this story off of any one particular version or production of Elisabeth. Although I am trying to use as much footage as I can with Pia Douwes as Elisabeth and Uwe Kroger as Der Tod. I am taking sections of different scenes from different shows, choosing the versions that I think work the best. Please read and review!

I was there immediately. I had seen the young girl talking with her father, had watched as she had begun to perform for her mother's prestigious company. I knew that something was going to happen.

I stood invisible within the crowd as she had started climbing the tower. Her mother was fighting to reach her daughter, to pull her down, but she was too late.

I watched silently as she slipped, halfway up, could hear the screams of her mother behind me. I simply smiled, watching her struggle, knowing that I would be needed shortly.

The snap of the wood echoed through the clearing, and her scream filled the air as she plummeted towards the ground. The crowd surged forward, as if to catch her, but they were not fast enough.

The young girl hit the ground hard, a dull thud sounded, then she was still. Her mother shoved her way to the front of the group, her anger now turned to fear.

"Sissi! Elisabeth! My daughter!"

The woman knelt beside the child, gripping her shoulders, and stroking her face, her tears streaming down her cheeks.

"No…no, Elisabeth!"

I snapped my fingers, and everything slowed. The clearing darkened, until everyone else within it seemed like shadows. The only light fell on the young girl, motionless on the ground. I walked slowly to her, taking my time, enjoying the moment.

I knelt down, studying her for a moment. She looked almost as though she were sleeping, though I knew she had little time left.

Gently I scooped her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. The darkness became more complete, as I began to walk forward, feeling her heart faintly beating in the stillness.

Soon a bed appeared, I had carried her myself to her room inside her family's home. I laid her gently on the bed, the only light seeming to fall on us. I looked at her, contemplating for a moment. I had heard everything that she had said to her father, and knew of her desire to be free, finally able to live her own life. She would be able to do that with me, once I had taken her. Even at 15, she was a beautiful young woman, and something about her headstrong nature sparked something inside me. She was different, that's what made her who she was, and gave the fire and drive with which she lived.

A small grin played over my face, as I thought of how happy we'd be together. I brushed a lock of hair from her face, leaning over her. I traced her features with my finger, leaning closer, my face inches from hers.

Oh, one small detail I forgot to mention to you, my kiss is fatal. Once my lips have touched yours your heart will cease to beat and you will be mine forever.

My lips were about half an inch away from hers when she opened her eyes.