Silvery hues glanced out the window only to see but a faint reflection of her own being melding with that of the sunset seen through the glass. Oranges,red, violets, melding in an array of colors upon the cotton white clouds only to bring the night. Yes the night, where the moon was full and when she would walk out to enjoy it's splendors. But not today it seemed. Yet her saddened silvery hues had seen the same sunset before. 'Another day...Day much like yesterday. Nay, never it be like yesterday for today comes rest.'

Delicate digits brushed back those fiery auburn tresses that framed her angelic delicate features. Turning away from the window in which she admired with awe the simplicity of the dying sun. The saddened expression never left her face either. She was alive once more another day added to the many that put together centuries, millennia. Cursed, doomed to the life of an immortal. Thick lashes lowered only to hide the silvery hues from all the images that seem to surround her. Some wished what she had, power, eternal life, youth, beauty. Yet she would give it all up for a touch of affection. True, she had many. But not the feelings of love was a thing of the mere imagination for her. Thick lashes raised only to show ebony hues darkened. The angel turned the devil in one single blink of an eye.

Rosy plush tiers parted in low yet melodious tone accented with the light sedutive lilting Transylvanian accent, " I am Daen, Lady Caedise--" She commented to herself hoping that would hide the feelings of dread, loneliness, sadness that surge within the demi-goddess.

"M'lady.." His voice almost in a bare, harsh, breathless, whisper while he stealthily with the quick fluid motions of a predator after his prey. Kneeling in front of his lady while calloused digits grasped lightly onto her oh so delicate fingers. Pressing his lips upon the back of her hand.

Silvery hues peered down towards her loyal servant only to clash with eyes so deep in it's color. Silver clashing with emerald green. Accented with shoulder length forest green tresses and a chiseled, rugged features of her servant. He seemed such a flawless beauty, powerfully built, his white tunic seeming barely able to contrain his broad frame; though he had wide shoulders, his hips and waist were slim above long muscular lean legs that were wrapped up in ebon breeches. No, not beauty. He was but a man, so true but her heart was already skipping a beat, soaring as his calloused fingers still grasped onto her own. Clearing her throat
from the lump that had manifested rosy lips parted, "What is it Jisatsu?"

"M'Lady I-" His voice faltered as the scuffle of footsteps seemin much like thunder echoed from the outer regions of the wooden door. Silvery deep pools glanced towards the entrance, the pounding that echoed from it about the room. She was not afraid of death but awaited the word from her loyal servant.

"Quickly! Bust the door down men!"

Silver deep pools peered down at the still knealing servant. She knew what was coming, finally she would get what she longed for. Rest, to sleep eternally never to awaken. No, not sleep...

"Hurry! She may get away from us once more!"

She could hear the thunderous pouding of oak against oak at the barricaded door, but she ignored it only to hear what Jisatsu's lips would speak. Finding herself glacing at those full tiers, wondering if it was the same as kissing the petal of a flower. Daen dimissed those traitorous thoughts, only to come out of her stupor, and once more find those jaded emerald deep pools borin into her soul. The pounding within her heart didn't lighten matters either.

Jitsatu's eyes never left his mistress, taking in a quick breath as her flawless beauty would graze his presence. Ignorant of the chaos about him. He had never felt anything like this before. Lust, yes but not this weird feeling he sensed as his calloused digits toyed with those of Dean's. So warm, fulfiling, it made his heart soar like a light of hope that banished the darkness. That's when he heard them, tilting his chiseled chin towards the barricaded door. 'Jisatsu don't be such an arse just be out with it! Ye don't have a long time.'

He took a deep breath once more he didn't know what to actually say to her. The perfection of flawless beauty that was out of reach for him. She was a lady, born, and bred. A goddess with fiery red lustrous hair that captured every hue of autumn leaves. Creamy skin that felt like silk to the touch. The light scent of lilies that drove him mad when he neared her. He, Jisatsu of Carpathia, was nothing but a loyal servant to his mistress, a peasant. But little by little his love for her grew. He had to tell her now before it would all end.

"Blasted Men! Hurry yer arses our prize is probably long gone right now!"

Daen wondered if he had enough time, she couldn't let him be caught. No, not with her. Silvery hues gleamed with worry to her dear loyal servant. Grasping tightly onto his calloused digits for strength of what she was about to do.

"M'lady Daen I lo-" Emerald hues blinked in confusion as two delicate fingers pressed against his lips ever so lightly silence him. An all knowing smile curved upon those full rosy plush tiers.

CRASH!

"Shhh, I know...Now please you must leave," her voice was caught by the fear that coursed through her. Never had she felt such fear but not for her safety but Jisatsu's. He on the other hand was confused. How could his beloved mistress ask for such a petition? Would she think him mad to leave her here? Amisdt the chaos. Standing he bored into her eyes, cold emerald against mysterious pools of silver that enticed him.

"You know I cannot do that M'lady, I have a duty to be by your si-" He felt her lips meld against his own. So soft and yeilding lips, feeling as if heaven had been brought upon him so close that he could caress the clouds with a mere reach towards them. Responding as such in return while wrapping his strong arms about her flawless form. Two destined lovers carefree of the world around them...

"Quickly men! Find her and search for her! I want her alive for the time being!" At the muffled oh so very close shouts tensed both their bodies only for Daen to lean against his ear.

"You will always find me in your dreams. Never loose hope for I shall always be with you," Rosy lips parted in a mere harsh whisper that sounded more like a purr. An involutanry shudder ran down his spine as her hot breath impacted upon his flesh. Jisatsu wanted to plead to stay, to be at her side, that without her his life had no meaning. Only to hear her faint voice, oh so very faint voice getting farther and farther. Echoing within his mind like a caresssing whisper of a sweet lover. Feeling as he were being traveling admist the air, levitating.

Jisatsu awoken only to find himself in the outer skirts of his ladyship's home. Emerald hues widened at the sight while covering his mouth and nose to sheild them from the putrid stench of burning flesh. The muffled sobs, cries, and curses of revenge filled the night air. Forest green shoulder length tresses silhouette against the cold breeze. He could only stand there and gape at the town that was near shambles. That's when he saw it. The manor where his ladyship lives burned and still burning. His very heart missed a beat, dread started to sink in. How much time had passed he knew not, only that he needed to save his autumn haired goddess.

The night starry sky did not help him calm down, the pale moon lighting his way as he ran towards the Caedise Manor. But it didn't matter about the light as each of the cottages burned fiercely under the raging flames. The cries of help had reduced, the small joyous town to sobs, flames, and corpses laying in the street with haunting expressions of fear. He didn't care for any of it as his lungs screamed for air, his muscles pleaded for rest. His heart was urging him on, to look for his beloved amidst the raging inferno that took over her household. Stumbling upwards the small hill, rest and ready drop those emerald sullen pools filled with fear looked upwards towards the ivory tower. Lighted with the fire within although not damaged completely.

He entered quickly moving out of the way as one of the burning rafters fell downwards with a mighty crash, knowing the manor he knew where to go. His eyes burned with the toxins of the fire, the smoke unbearable making the air thicker. He coughed covering his mouth in order not to breath anymore the burning wood. The brightly colored banners that hung high ahd proud about the rafters reduced to ash, the wooden tables were now nothing but peices littered upon the tables. The flames licked hungrily at the wood, engulfing everything almost as if it were an unimportant memory whisked away by the wind.

Jisatsu was afraid, afraid that after he had confessed his love that it would die so quickly after. 'Don't think that Jisatsu, she's alive she -HAS- to be.' His bronzed flesh glistened against the burning scorching, hissing, flames. Sprinting his way towards the stairwell that gave way with each step he took. Sweat gleamed from his body tiny dropplets impacting upon the heated ground with a hiss. His mind on that sweet kiss, a kiss that sent him to the skies and back, the very kiss of fairy tales that he thought childlish. He shook his head, stopping before the very broken door of his love, his one and only, the one who was the bearer of those deep silvery mysterious saddened pools. That very ivory oak door lay in splinters upon the ground.

He entered uncertain and yet fearful of what he would find within, hoping against hope that fate would have merci upon him. Emerald glazed pools glanced at the burning surroundings from the burning bookcases to the golden polished lanterns, stopping abruptly at a rumpled figure upon the center stone floor, the lustruos autumn silken hair gleaming from the fire that lit the room in a hot inferno...

His breath was caught in his throat, "Daen..." Forgetting about everything with one fluid quick gesture he kneeled no longer caring if his knees were soaking in the crimson liquid that pooled about his mistress. Gathering her cold form within his strong arms, her creamy silken flesh was devoid of any warmth, jaded eyes glitsened like newly cut emeralds with tears. Her flesh paled, his emerald eyes roamed over her, she seemed almost sleeping soundly, so innocently and no longer living.

Will you miss me when I am gone?

Bringing her to his chest as her head tilted back, he choked, his heart torn into peices. His angel, his goddess, his one true love was taken away from him. Cyrstaline tears gleamed and trickled down his cheeks, there was no longer any reason to live. Everything was stripped from him, his home, his love. What was left? Pressing his face into her lustrous fiery curls so soft and almost like liquid still had their shine, as they shimmered and frame that delicate gentle face. Her ivory gown with silver threads that interwove into the fabric, that he had seen her wear and how each moment brought a shimmer of light, was now soaked with blood. The bodice was snug, cut very low and devoid of any lace or trim, and bosom in the high waisted style that was popular with those of noble blood. An ethereal being of heaven in eternal peaceful rest.

Will I be your hearts desire?

Hearing a slight rumble from above and how the fires were now overtaking the room surrouding them both, the burning debris fell upon the exit with a thunderous crash to the chamber of Daen. Leaving him trapped he tilted his chin towards it, what was the point of escaping if his heart was already dead? Why would he attempt to live when inside it ached too much to keep moving forwards? He tightly clutched onto the corpse of his love, the one he recently had confessed those words. The very sacred words he dared not tell another. He had told for that very love die as it began.

For the hurt and pain override my system with the cold barriers of death.

Tears trickling down his jaded eyes, as his face pressed against her swan-like neck her head tilted back her rosy lips ever so lightly parted yet no breath came from them. His eyes red with tears looked at her once more pressing her into him as her limp head rested against his shoulder. His calloused yet gentle fingers brushing her fiery red curls, awaiting the very death that took her...

But do not worry dearest lover, For I shall foresake thee to the freedom ye deserve.

With those small gestures he let himself be burned by the eternal flames that licked at his clothing, clucthing and rocking silently his love pressing her lifeless body against his. Ignoring the pain and agony of each burn against his skin. His rosy pale lips pressed against her autumn curls ontop of her head.

Two dead lovers in each others arms, depair and utter pain, only freedom they had found was that of death in which they shall once again unite.

Author's Note: Okay you guys about the character's Daen is a role playing character of mine. And well Jisatsu is a friend's of mine so he isn't mine. I just erm borrowed him. Anyway this was done because well I become depressed at times and this is how I feel so this is a one-shot sort of thing. Shrugs Please Review, even though I shall be flamed I don't really care but if you are going to flame me place your name on there. Anyways for those who enjoy trajic things I hoped you enjoyed this.