after death

Chapter One:

The Darkness.

The moon shone down to the puddle beneath him but his reflection wasn't there anymore; looking down at it to see the pale glow of the moon and the dark black sky and nothing else made him furious. He hissed quietly, turned and walked hastily towards his manor house, the black gothic building so high the clouds were only a few miles up; his black trench coat beating behind him making a clapping noise and his black boots hammering against the cold floor. He couldn't stand what he had turned into, even though he had never seen himself and could never, he still feared himself in the slightest of ways.

Walking in, he slammed the door behind him making the windows shake. His feet hitting against the cold marble made the stairs shudder and the loud trot echoed around the cold black building, he reached the door to his room and flung it open and slammed it back with a snap as soon as he got inside the room, he stood there, still, for a few seconds then fell back onto the door and sunk to the floor head burred deep into his hands.

He remembered everything, what he looked like what it felt to be... free, feel human. But most of all he remembered her. Her long black silky hair that hung over her shoulders, shocking green eyes that made his spine tingle every time he saw them, rosy red cheeks with the smallest dimples that grew as she smiled. If only he could now, if only she could be there to keep him company in the dark and lonely nights, a tear fell as he thought of the times when her hand used to be in his, he longed to hold her again. He wanted her back so much but he knew she would never love the hideous, evil thing that he was now. He remembered what their love used to be. He remembered everything.

As he sat there for a few hours he slowly drifted off to sleep, still slumped up against the door he dreamt of her and how it might be if he ever saw her again, how he longed to be by her side how he knew if he ever wanted to be with her forever he would have to slowly watch her and their baby die, his baby. He remembered before he left she was having his baby, he longed for a daughter to spoil her rotten to love her as much maybe even more then he could love anyone or anything else in the world. He dreamt of her long black hair in his hands he was stoking it so softly, her shocking green eyes staring deep into his own dark brown eyes, they glittered. Then suddenly that glitter fell from her eyes slowly turning into a dark green reflecting her pain grow and stream through every inch of her body. As the sun started to rise and the brightness of the sun filled the sky. He felt his eyes redden, his skin began to burn and the pain that run through him was agonising. She began to cry in fear 'Daniel' she screeched as he began run away from her 'don't leave me Daniel' he was desperately trying hide what he now is, what he became.

He awoke startled. He couldn't bare to see her cry. He hated himself.

Suddenly a small crack of light spread through to the floor and second by second the light grew closer, he panicked, pushed the heavy bed aside and threw the carpet to the other side of the room, pulled up the heavy trap door in the floor boards and threw himself in, he saw the sun and felt burning on the one side of his face. He pulled the door on top of him and locked it in three places, as he started to calm down he eventually fell back into a deep and dreamless sleep.

But as the sun started to fill the room you could finally see the whole of the room that he spends his life.. his after life in, the unbelievable amounts of pictures, drawings and paintings that filled the walls, not just pictures of anybody, it was the same person, a young woman with long black hair, and bright pink lips, so full and her teeth, perfectly straight and so white, but on every picture if it was in pencil or water colour the one thing that attracts you most is her eyes, those stunning, piercing green eyes that stare into your soul. All four walls were covers in small and large images of her but on every single one right at the bottom on the right hand side was 'My Rosalea' written in the most beautiful writing on some and on others it was written scruffy, almost rushed.