Pompeii

Prologue

They have no understanding of me, of us. I realize this now. I remember vaguely falling in his arms as the silver tipped arrow hit my heart. The physical pain didn't hold a candle to the pain his eyes held.

I remember his arms tightening around me as I lost consciousness... then it was all black.

Death is a finite entity. He comes, cold and heartless, to carry us away from the light, from love. Not many can cheat Him and none ever want to because Death holds a long grudge against them.

As the breath is forced from my body I feel Death's arms around my body, He never meant for my time to come. As His mate I should've been immortal but instead fear controlled my fate and so as a shade I'll leave Death to be someone he's not, someone cruel and uncaring, because without me, He knows no love.