Alright, this is something I had been working on the past few days. I had listened to the song "(Don't Fear) The Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult and was inspired to write this. And normally, songs don't do that for me. And it wasn't really the entire song, it was just a part that I will post at the end of the one shot. And I must admit something, the ending was the hardest to write without it sounding...rushed...I suppose? Also, I wasn't sure how to fit the lyrics in there. I'm not sure if this would be considered a songfic, however, I was hoping that putting the lyrics at the end would be acceptable just to show where I got the idea from. Enjoy, though, and please review!

Disclaimer: (Don't Fear) The Reaper doesn't belong to me, belongs to Blue Oyster Cult. Just so no one thinks I'm stealing.

T'was the Night

This was the night she long awaited for. The night where all her misery would cease and desist. She couldn't just do it on any old evening. She needed to do it on a evening where the sky was clear for she deemed that he would find her easier with crisp skies and barely any clouds to disturb.

It was dark.

She lit a few candles along her nightstand, her dresser, and vanity, needing at least some light to feel her way about the spacious bedroom. Emerald rings and ruby necklaces hung freely from her jewelry box, the gems sparkling elegantly as she lit another candle nearby. She had done away with her lamps and all light source months ago, telling herself and others that she needed to think in the dark, believing the dark would save her.

She could no longer look at the pictures and portraits that adorned the wall, all work by Van Gogh and Monet became a distant memory to her. She sat down on the foot of her bed, staring at the thin dark red curtains that shyly hid her path to her balcony. As she looked up, she could see the pale moon that had risen so clearly as she had fallen. Laying back on her bed, her chestnut curls splashed around her porcelain face, and glanced to her left, upon a picture that once hung proudly on her wall, unable to make out the masculine and feminine figures that posed happily underneath their wedding trestle.

However, the gold band on the woman's right ring finger matched her own.

She no longer knew the woman in the portrait, just the gold band kept reminding her of what used to be, and how it used to be. The darkness kept her out of that fantasy and strung her back into reality. It would be torture to be entangled in a web of lies, and surely no one would want that, no matter how good it felt.

She closed her eyes.

Ball gowns floated across the floor, crystal clang along crystal upon the various chandeliers that hung gracefully upon the ceiling. Violins and viola's strung beautiful melodies that called for waltz's and sinful melodies. Chellos and wind instruments added to the delectable harmony and sound. And there she was, clothed in arabesque silk, a gown designed for the royalty that she was.

She glided down the stairs, pinks, blues and yellows swirling around black and white, she herself wrapped in white, her sapphire eyes lighting up upon the sight of a gentleman wrapped in black and white himself, hands tucked into pockets, peeking out to glance at an old pocket watch, only to tuck it back in mere moments after it had been taken out. He removed his hands from the depths of his pockets to take her own into his, smiling at her, the smile that got to her every time, made her weak in the knees, putty in his hands. He would give her hands a firm yet gentle squeeze that only the two of them shared, floating onto the dance floor, his hand would remove from hers to wrap around her slender waist. Her heart would race, and he would smile again.

A waltz would play once more, and dancing guests would make room for the two.

Twirling, and swirling, the two glided along the dance floor sensually. She was on cloud nine, and he beside her. Whispers of sweet nothings and warm wishes were graced between the two. She could hear others around them give their blessings and best wishes, although she knew that fate and destiny gave their hand in giving the two their happiness in finding one another; gave their muscle in showing that true love could prevail and would conquer all…and gave their heart when they said "I do."

However, Fate and Destiny never guaranteed a happily ever after, the same that she sought after for so long.

He spun her around, dipped her and looked into her eyes, a loving smile curl along her ruby painted lips, soft claps surrounded them in the background. It truly was magic. It was a fantasy that so many sought after, that she had fought so long to keep.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips as his covered her own. She pressed her own against his, her slender hand raising to cup his cheek gently, not wanting him to stop. Slowly he raised her and took her outside, towards the garden in the center where the white and red roses laid. It now was evening, a trail of pink gowns guiding her towards the white trestle, green vines loosely wrapping around the columns with tiny gardenia buds that were to bloom in weeks to come. But that only symbolized the budding of their love, as he had once put it.

"Alright, stand in the center now," the photographer had said to the ladies in pink gowns, his hand guiding them. Three to the left, three to the right, leaving the happy couple in the center. He took her hand slowly into his own, lacing their fingers together before undoing them, letting her hand top his, the gold glint of her band shining in the moonlight. They looked into each others eyes. On the count of three, the picture was taken with six smiling lovely ladies surrounding them. Picture perfect.

"I love you," he said to her again with such meaning, there was no possible way she would ever doubt it.

"I love you," she said in return, and with a smile as large as her own, no one would ever doubt her, either. The two basked in the warmth of their love and of their faith towards one another. Some said they made the perfect couple. Others said that it ended like a fairytale, that both of their dreams came true.

Then again, they also said that not all dreams had happy endings.

Once the photographer and ladies in pink left, the two shared a moment alone. They faintly heard the strings of the instruments, along with the whispers of the flutes and piccolos. He asked her for one more dance, moving to the fluid flow of the beat with her. The photographer looked back at the two for one last glance, setting up his camera from a distance and as the groom dipped his bride, he took the picture.

And that's when she woke up.

The old grandfather clock in the main hall struck several times, each ring of the bell caused her head to pound, needing a moment or two to settle from having just woken up. Unable to resist, she stared at the portrait that haunted her so. She cursed it several times, she cursed herself. Forcing herself to sit up, she roughly wiped the tears that threatened to spill from her sapphire orbs.

She felt weak, she felt useless to the world, she felt she could go on no longer. Another strike from the grandfather clock, another sigh she heaved. She hoped it would end soon, the pain, the misery…the agony it caused…


She squinted her eyes for a moment or so, gently pushing herself off of the bed. At first she believe she was hallucinating until it appeared to her again. The balcony door flung open, a gust of wind blew the candles out, the red curtains flew in sync with the wind, ruffling her clothes, and pushing them back to show how thin she had become. The illumination from the moon had been enough for her to see the hooded figure that forbade her to see his face, just the grim darkness beneath. He held out his hand towards her, signaling for her to go with him where her suffering would end.

At first, she stared at him oddly, standing where she was. The bitter chill hadn't helped either.

"Don't be afraid," he said to her, and left it at that. Those words alone were supposed to tell her the rest.

Something in those words assured her, a soothing chill washed over her with relief, and so she ran, ran as fast as she could to him, right into his arms. And finally she saw him, the youthful face of the one in the portrait, and for once she smiled. Those youthful lips curled up into a smile that had been dead to her for over ten months. He didn't need to smile, his eyes told her the story she had so longed to follow. He slipped his arms around her, lifting her from the balcony, dropping the weight of the twenty-nine year old body. Dropping the pain and the misery in the past where it could no longer follow her, instead granting her the white gown that her body molded to, the elegant glint of the band that sparkled when connected with his own, smiling with the face of that nineteen year old woman as though it were her wedding day all over again. To once again show that ever lasting love was real.

They rose into the air, the two glancing back at what was, she bade goodbye to the shell that she had shed, glancing up at him, sapphire locking with emerald.

"I love you," She said to him, and knew that he wouldn't doubt her, as she would never doubt him.

And that is it. I should probably be shot for ruining this song, but, I hope you enjoyed at least some aspect of it...

Here is the song, as promised, the highlighted part is what inspired me:

(Don't Fear) The Reaper

Blue Oyster Cult

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are

Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity...
Romeo and Juliet

40,000 men and women everyday... Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday... Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are

Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper

Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared
Saying don't be afraid

Come on baby... And she had no fear
And she ran to him... Then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye
She had become like they are
She had taken his hand
She had become like they are

Come on baby...don't fear the reaper

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