Crimson Love

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                        Prelude
    Why? Why has it come to this?

    The rain pelted harder and slicker at every second. A young servant girl scrambled her way down the nearly flooded road. Why? she asked herself. Why am I running away from the one I love most? Why can't I accept the fact that he is-
    A clash of thunder and lightning flashing right in front of her. She jumped and fell on her knees. The girl bowed her head, letting her damp hair covering her face.
    Where is he? she wondered. She bit her lip as she slowly and cautiously lifted her head up. Seeing and facing my fears are so much better than running.
    She raised, with a determinded face, then turned around and marched on.

    His eyes peered around as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Where is she? This only makes it harder, especially on me, he thought. He sighed, then closed his eyes, taking in his surrondings. He felt a presence nearby so he opened his eyes and saw a small, dark figure coming towards him. He breathed in deeply and sighed again, holding back tears as he steadied himself.
    "You know what you must do," whispered a shadowy figure behind him.
    "Yes. . . Master." He jumped from the hill and strode towards the girl.

    She almost lept with joy as they stood face-to-face. This is no time for pleasantries.
    "You know the truth. You know what I must do now," the man said, nearly choking upon his last sentence. He stared at her with his intense gaze. As he stepped forward, her eyes lowered to the ground.
    "I'm sorry. . . But I'm ready. I know that you must do this, but I'll always love you, and be with you forever," she said bravely, tears spilling over.
    He was on the verge of crying with her, but he just pulled her close, his arms tightly around her neck. He rested his cheek on her hair as he held on to her for dear life.
    "I love you so much. I promise you'll always be in my heart." She clung to him, her hands tightening as they gripped the back of his jacket.
    "I love you just as much. Now. . ." She looked up to him, locking their gazes. "My time's up. Go ahead, I won't hold this against you." She smiled so sweetly, so weak, it made the tears he held in spill over.
    "I'm sorry." At that, he lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was demanding, needing. Then, with her still in his arms, he raised his left arm, with vicious, sharp claws forming. Her eyes widened as he plunged his claw straight into her heart. After a few seconds, she went limp in his arms.
    Dead.
    He fell on his knees, sobbing as he lower his head to her neck.
    "Good boy. . . She wasn't worthy or stupid as she looks." The shadow clicking his tongue a few times as the man raised his head, his eyes furious, hot, and intense.
    "My, my. Don't get worked up over a peasant, a servant girl." The man's eyes intensified as the shadow spoke his last words. "Well, let us meet at Home." At that, the shadow disappeared.
    He lowered his gaze back down to the woman he loved. She was only 16 years of age! His eyes turned back to grief as he held on to her limp body. He cried for her, ignoring his own pains and his damp clothes. His wet hair stung his eyes. I wish I never let her go. . .

Author's Note

this is justt the prelude for now, im thinking of a story for it

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