Inconvenienced mademoiselle, indisposed health, her existence an ill-written manuscript that is compulsory for her being to endure, such a woeful saga is hers. Such a petite, insignificant life, and yet there was not a single iota of animosity towards this dismal little specimen of poverty. My heart was congested to the point of spilling over with a blinding obsession, I didn’t want her to cry, to feel the excruciating sorrow I’d caressed, but her eyes wailed a concerto that betrayed her own forbidden penitence. This seraph was no stranger to grief; the bliss of ecstasy was not hers to have. It was if I wasn’t truly here, I was spiraling miles overhead this gloomy scenario, grown old with a spouse to watch this classic film- a proverb of mourning and dejection- as a passing request of passion. Things passed in a glacier speed for me; well everyone else didn’t take a second look at the wretch, a casualty drowning in the tar of time. Compassion had no name here. I could have been effortlessly mollified to of rendered her inert in this interval, just to be able to keep this divinity with me, a morbid relic. But no matter how refined my lust, nothing would persuade me to impair what I strained so hard to shelter: immortality. My own was not well reserved; I had never really seen this fragile child as a menace, more of someone in need of a respite. One I wasn’t able to give her. Things had always been lethargic, coming at a pace matched by the approaching of winter, and leaving at the rapidity of a crushed rose. But this was different. She’d been sedentary- rigidly tranquil what seemed only seconds ago, then she was flying for my exposed throat. I hadn’t felt in threatened; she was still at her infancy. Apparently I’d thought wrong. The familiarizing sense of anxiety washed anew over me, forcing my instincts into submission. Thrashing, I reared back from the incoming threat- but I couldn’t help but expect the prick of teeth meeting skin. Like an adder, this threat was out of my league.

It wasn’t fear that I felt, fear had never been very wholesome on my tongue-no, it was more of a disordered clemency. The reason I had no fear, was because I would never die. Gravity released its hold on my humor the moment I heard the thud of flesh hitting soil. My regard slid from the branches above to the superficially lifeless carcass that lay before me, the minute torso expanding and falling with thin breaths- And the problem was that I didn’t know how long those breaths would last. My entire body pitched towards her on an unbearable nature, deafening from every vantage point- from Heaven to Hell- affecting my mind to take out the enemy. Salvage myself from the peril. Tear the tender flesh from this restrained cadaver bride and come out scot free. Seconds from her porcelain jugular, this abomination threatening to sanctuary her life- resisting me, the immortal- nothing could delay my strength. Nothing but my sentimentality and I. So- yes- my salivating lips were put under lock and key, inches from the genocide. My internee, my tethered quarry. Nothing would touch her. Fear was an acrimony I had no resistance against- and her resting there, susceptible, starving, so.. Insubstantial, was the most petrifying moment of my feeble existence. She needed nourishment, now. So I did the most practical thing I could think of (Although intelligence was near impossible at the moment) I latched on to her scruff once more, lifting her near-nothing weight from the ground.. Ignore those hald-lidded, sightless eyes.. Being as gentle as possible, least I farther harm her-God forbid- and headed for Prey Plateau. I wouldn’t let her die.