A/N This is about one of the many forms of death in a faded world.

Tears of Crimson Death

Her frame flickered as if it were a mere hologram, pale milky skin lay flawless for only my eyes to see. Her incoherent words twisted a million different times along the wind before their touch graced my ears.

Long black locks of hair fell down her white dress, looking as soft silken petals. But as all abnormally flawless women appear in our dreams, her eyes caught me, locked my breath in my chest till my heart felt as if it were ready to burst.

A faded blue lined her pupils, a shade of blue was only fit in a faded black and white world, were the muddy waters became clear and washed with blue light. Black strands caressed among the blue irises, making their softest glance pierce one's soul.

Who knew death could be so beautiful.

Closer still she came, her feet making not a sound on the cold stone floor. Each step brought a flood of pictures to my eyes, ones of a world drained of all color, and of all life. The only hint that color had once been was the hint of blue that cursed along with shadow.

Closer yet until our two worlds collided with each other. Then all color drained away with a wash of black lined clouds and gray skies. A city of beautiful horrors that led to the gateway of death.

Tears ran from my eyes, icy drops staining my cheeks. She knelt upon me so that our eyes were mere inches apart. A hand rose, white milky skin grazed my cheek wiping the tears. Screams erupted in my ears as blood, black as a ravens wing, clouded my vision.

Though as soon as her hand left everything became as it had been, washed of color. My chest lifted rapidly, sucking oxygen into my lungs as if to comfort my fear ridden heart. But it helped very little.

Her voice dropped their incoherent song and became clear words that sliced through the air around us. " On night's wing your soul will die, as crimson weeps from blackened skies."

Cold lips caught mine and for an instant I felt a clear bliss before screams swept over me. Death seeped into my veins turning the blood bitter and hollow, running its way through my body piercing my chest, my heart, and alas through my very soul.

Her eyes no longer held their vivid, pulsating color but instead an empty, almost metallic shimmering black. Crimson drops flew down her pale cheeks staining them a vibrant shade of red. It was the last color I saw before she, death, tore into my soul.

A/N ok the last sentence was going to be: so violently murdered my soul. But people didn't really think it fit, so I changed it.