Buried Alive

Part Two

Darkness can also be beautiful. Darkness is all Lyon has known. He's been kept in the dark every moment of fifteen years of his darkness injected soul.

So why did he make such a reckless move? Was it because of past mistakes? Was it because of her?

Shaking the memories off as quickly as they come doesn't seem to help this time. He sees her pristine white smile shining from violet painted lips, her life sparkling in silver grey eyes, as wavy long locks of red hair sparkled in the sunlight.

Then the image changed as it always does to the moment her light was snuffed out. Her head twisted at a dangerous angle, red waterfalls of hair whipped around and sprawled out mixing with the blood pouring from the wounds on her neck. Her eyes, once so bright, were lifeless and dull with death. Violet painted lips remained devoid of her heart retching smile.

The war between his kind and hers had been brewing ever so slowly but with her death, it all boiled over and bloodshed was long overdue.

"Reaper! Reaper! Hey man, you good?" Shaking his head to clear it, only this time does he notice his friends have surrounded him and looks of concern are etched along each of their features.

He fakes a cocky smile toward one of the girls closest to him. She rolls her eyes and every person around him relaxes.

They believe that he's okay and right now for the most part he is.

Except there's something none of them realize about Lyon; he isn't human. He hasn't been human for a very long time.

Watching from the far corner, intriguing emerald green eyes follow the groups every movement. When she notices the boy who helped her slowly start to turn around, Riley, ducks behind the corner but not fast enough. Reaper may not have seen her but someone else does and a wicked smile paints itself on the lips of a violet cloaked figure standing in the shadows.