'The underside is lighter when you turn it around'
Just after the sun set he headed here. The axe bass guitar hung on his back with the strap coming down from his shoulder to about his waist.
Here he was yet again, taking a walk in the forest. Their forest. The melancholic feeling of Rose's faint presence spread throughout the area, but the vampire knew that she wasn't here. She couldn't be.
The thought that it must've been in the trees or the fact that he misses her like crazy caused him to dismiss the idea that she was here.
But his senses were different this time than they have been in the past few weeks he'd been visiting the forest.
The closer he got to their old tree the stronger the feeling became. Fear crept into his heart.
The moonlight sliced through the trees spotlighting the multicolored markings on the tree trunk.
His heart went crazy. His eyes were wide with shock. Red hair pooled at the bottom of the trunk, almost illuminated by the moonlight. The black shadow of the tree cast over a darker shade of black in the form of a body. The fresh scent of blood-her intoxicating blood- burned his nose in realization.
Gently, he sunk his knees down to the ground and placed his hands gingerly on something in the shadows.
He pulled slightly, rolling the body quickly unintentionally with her face falling under the moonlight. The color of her skin was faded.
His ears would've heard it by now, but he wouldn't allow himself to believe it.
He moved his cheek down to her mouth to feel and hear if she was breathing. He would've felt it by merely touching her skin, but he still pressed his two fingers where her pulse should be.
The other hand that was now cradling her body was covered in thickened blood from her right shoulder blade.