Angel Bones

2. Sweet Death.

Black grass fanned out in a circle around me, my previous footsteps had left ashy marks in the vegetation. The sky was clear and full of red stars, a white moon hung in the night sky like a bright cluster of fairy lights, lighting the bleak way ahead.

My clothes glowed in the murky landscape, creating an aura of protection around my lonesome form. I could sense things out there, in the tall grass, watching..., waiting. They didn't make their presence known and that was fine by me, out of sight, out of mind. But you cannot see the terrifying growls and shrieks, so they haunted me with hellish phantom screams as I walked onwards, leaving a trail of ash behind me. The milky moon guided me forward, pulling me with strings of curiosity and the fear of what would happen if I didn't keep moving.

I sighed, a sound that seemed so small in isolation but had the effect of a nuclear bomb when created in a land that only went silent when I moved. A cacophony of beastly sounds rose up around my little form: snarls, howls, growls and shouts of elusive creatures. My throat dried up as I realised that I wasn't as safe as I once thought I was, a creeping sensation formed in the joint part between my shoulder and neck, the feeling started to increase until the temperature was burning hot.

The heat spread to all parts of my body, ran down my arms and back like a fever, and seared my insides with fingers of flame. I was being cooked from the inside out. Tongues of agony pierced my heart and lungs, leaving me curled in a tiny ball as the creatures emerged from the black grass. I was immobilised in this inferno, and saw no way out. Razor sharp teeth flashed in the moonlight and inched closer to my face, eyes glinting from the pain of holding back, claws shredded the fabric of my gown and tightened around my neck. My frail body was flung about like a rag doll, the stuffing my blood, and that stuffing was everywhere.

The path swallowed me up and I was spun into golden threads, bouncing and breaking in the wind until I re-formed again, but this time in the form of a blade, a single dagger of sunlight as it pierced an undead's still heart. Spears of life broke through the façade of vampirism and revealed a melted pool of flesh and blood as the sunlight took hold and the vampire died. It exploded into the air and lay, stagnating, on the old, worn ground as the sun glinted beneath the horizon and the night took hold.

A single shriek of agony split the night and a raging blur tore me to shreds as the shadow covered the starlight. In the blinking of distant stars I saw a pitiful figure, a slavering, demented creature as it wallowed in the bloody muck left behind from the vampire. Time passed and still the creature did not relent, eventually, when a cloud obscured the moon for a brief moment, it stood and sniffed, wiped it's face and turned, the dark red of its bloody tears glinted in the re-emerging moonlight.

I gasped, the vampire looked familiar somehow... Not the dead one, nothing could be remembered about a pile of red shit. Something stabbed inside my head and something broke loose. Flurries of images surged forth, my whole life flashed before my eyes like a silent film. Childhood, my brief teenage years, getting a job, living, loving, forgetting friends, and now. Well, at least I thought it was now anyway. Where else could I be except in some sort of Limbo.

A light lit up the area, it drowned out the twinkling stars and the wailing of the vampire was rendered meaningless. A steady drone whisked away any thoughts and filled me with a dull ache. Faint chattering floated in the air and I was once again taken to a different place, but this time, I actually moved. I felt my body responding to my wants, not my instincts. A dark veil was lifted. White light attacked my eyes and I shut my eyes again, not wanting to brave the pain of waking up.

I had no choice, as a voice resonated through my mind, carried by the stillness of the air, and it stirred a feeling inside me. Hope. A faint smile flitted across my face so fast that I dared hoped that I didn't just make it up.

"Everyone, I thinks she's awake, or at least not paralysed. She moved."

A/N I know, short chapter but I thought it would be best as it was in a dream state and time is different in dreams. Next chapter will be longer. Promise xx.