Beloved Revenge (on hold)

Prologue

April 12, 1763

Last night, I saw my beautiful beloved die.

After our performance Kyra insisted she had to go home. I longed for her to come home with me. Although she did not. Therefore I followed, where I witnessed her being pulled into an alley. I heard the crashing against the wall and then the sliding.

When I got there I saw her, lying in the back of the alley. Walking to her I was slammed into the wall, by a woman. She had a very feminine figure, light skin even in the dark of night. She is Kyra's attacker. With her blonde hair blowing and green eyes on mine she bit my neck.

I started screaming, pain coming from everywhere, from all the ends of the earth, eating away at me. When it finally started dying down I crawled over to Kyra. Only it was too late, she was gone.

I held her in my arms and kissed her forehead.

My cello player, my muse. My beloved. Stolen from me.

And that woman shall pay for what she did.