No Angels

.Epilogue.

[RAVI]

- a splitting headache.

I opened my eyes and groaned, feeling like I'd turned blind.

Or had gotten zapped with a light saber.

I immediately closed them again, waiting for the spots of colour to disappear from my vision.

Why was everything so bright?

I struggled to sit up, wincing at the sharp pain that vibrated through my skull as I did.

Why am I hurting so much?

"Tsk, tsk - he's early. Too early. How are we going to fit this into the list?"

Wait. Who was that?

"Quit whining - let's just get him up to the Boss. He won't be happy if we keep Him waiting for too long."

Boss?

What, did I stumble into the wrong place?

Am I trapped in some sort of Mafia HQ, or something?

I felt fingers - cold as the Arctic breeze - turn my head around, felt them press against my pulse.

That was when I realized that I couldn't hear anything.

No sound of blood rushing in my ears, no steady heartbeat.

Just silence.

I opened my eyes hurriedly, not caring about the light, and found myself staring into twin pools of deepest emerald. The colour of green opals and alexandrites - a variety of colours, all mixed into his stunning irises.

He had pale skin - even paler than mine, which made him look either dead or carved out of marble. There wasn't any in-between.

His hair lay in dark, black waves, framing a slight face with an elfin chin.

All in all - he looked very much like an elf prince out of a children's bedtime story.

"Are you alright enough to stand?"

I blinked, my brain slow and sluggish.

"Or...are you alright enough to talk?"

It took me awhile, but words formed in my mud-tracked brain.

"You have pretty eyes."

Like a cat's.

He frowned at me, and his eyes flashed garnet.

"Thank you. So I've been told. But you're still not quite here, are you?"

Before I could respond, he tapped my forehead with one long, lanky finger.

I felt the headache fade into a dull throb - I found that it was easily ignored. The pain was still there, but it no longer bothered me as much.

I stood up hesitantly, and really looked at my companion for the first time.

He was wearing a suit that gleamed silver in the light, but I knew that the colour was more easily referred to as gunmetal gray. His outfit was impeccable, and I found myself growing to like him even more.

I looked around, and I realized.

I know exactly where this was, although it'd taken me awhile to figure it out.

Mainly because I didn't quite expect heaven to be quite this empty.

Or still.

Or white.