It's quiet tonight. The sounds of the leaves as they caress one another, forced together by the ever-fluxuating breeze are the only thing keeping the night restless. The moon is centered in the sky, casting its glow on everything. There are no other lights. There are no cars, no highways, or skyscrapers. There is no civilization near here. There is only the moon. It paints everything with a pale and ghostly aura. I stand in a large opening in a forest, a mile stretch of a field with trees surrounding me in every direction. The trees creak and groan as the wind pushes them harder. As a whole, the woods moan, sending a chill through me. A mausoleum stands before me, its walls made of a sort of pearlescent marble. The walls catch the glowing aura given by the moon more sincerely than anything else. When the breeze pulls it, the glow around the tomb seems to reach out like long, flowing white hands to caress anything near it. When the air becomes still, the hands slink to the ground and dissipate, leaving only the mausoleum alight.

The doorway is carved elegantly to resemble two separate trees on either side, with the branches reaching up and over to touch each other. I move forward with a steady pace, intimidated by the ominous structure before me. I slide my hand over one of the marble trees that make up the doorway. My fingers glide across the rumpled bark, wondering what brought me here. I've never been here before, I've never even heard of this place. Yet here I am. The wind breezes once more, the aura filling the air around me. The hands surround me, caressing me chillingly. They pull me into the embrace of the mausoleum, throwing me over the threshold, into a long, dark corridor. A bright, yellow light emits from the end of the hall. I follow it, my hands gliding along the cold stone of the wall. The wind rushes through the passageway, whispering as it brushes the space all around me. The light grows brighter with every breeze, reaching into my eyes to surround my mind in its warmth. The call of the light catches me in a trance, pulling me ever closer. Among the whispers of the air, I can hear a small sound; a frail voice in my subconscious, cautioning me not to continue. I pause for only a moment before the glorious light captures me once more. The voice of the draft grows louder, drowning out whatever may try to stop me.

As the end of the hallway draws near, I see the singular luminous rectangle separate in its center into two smaller orbs of light. A large, dark figure stands in the midst of the glow. It's about three feet tall with a rectangular shape. The figure is a dark stone, standing in contrast with the marble room around it. The bottom is carved to look like the roots of trees, sprawling out onto the floor in the surrounding area. The top is carved into leaves. Lying atop this foreboding sculpture is the body of a beautiful young woman. She's about seventeen, close to my age. She has a similar height to mine, about five foot six. Her skin is pale, with a light blue undertone. She has long, raven hair that spills out and over the edge of the structure she lays on. Her eyes are closed, but she has long, beautiful eyelashes. Her lips are dark blue; however they are full and appear soft. She wears a black dress that holds tight around her torso but elegantly flows around her from the waist to her ankles. It drapes over the sides of her bedding, cascading in the wind. Her graceful, thin arms are crossed over her chest, her hands clasping each other.

A feeling from deep within my chest compels me to stare into her lovely face. How captivating she is, her features soft and inviting, though she's long passed. I lean in to kiss her cheek when I feel a pair of hands grasp my shoulders, startling me. I glance down, seeing that the hands belong to her! The girl has me! How can that be? But she's dead…

I return my gaze to her face only to connect with her newly opened eyes. The whites of her eyes are completely blank, no veins invading them. Her pupils are a deep ocean blue. The oceans appear to be stormy, waves crashing in her eyes. No… no… there's movement. Thick, black vines pulsate in the darkness of her pupils. She opens her mouth, her scream piercing the oxygen, taking my breath right from my lungs. Her breath freezes inside her, coming out as a fog. My eyes draw to her once cold, blue lips, now open to reveal her throat. Deep down inside, I see the vines moving within her. She pulls me down, pressing her mouth to mine. I feel the vines trying to pry their way between my lips. I clench my teeth and push away from her with all of the strength in my body, but to no avail. I can feel my arms shake beneath me, all of the force in them threatening to collapse. A single drop of the sweat beading on my forehead falls, splashing against her cheek and freezing there, forming a small patch of ice. My strength gives as the vines break through. They tear my teeth from each other, reaching into my body. They invade me. I feel the vines enter the open ventricles of my lungs, filling them. My breathing ceases, the remaining vines searching for other organs to conquer.

All at once I become paralyzed, seeing the girl move from her place. The vines slip in between my muscle and bone, wrapping around the bones and clenching tightly. This isn't the same girl. Her long hair is no longer raven, but now only a dark brunette. Her skin is a light color, but no longer the bluish-pale it once was. Her blue lips are now red and her ocean eyes are a bright green. She lays me down on the cold stone slab, kissing me once on the cheek. The vines entangle themselves with my veins. My body grows painfully chilled. I can do nothing. I can't scream or run, I can only watch as she laughs maniacally. She stands in the doorway, grinning evilly at what she's done to me. She holds her palms out before her, signaling a large, marble door to slide from a slit in the wall and encase me in this tomb. I can still hear her cackling echo. The two glowing orbs of light are torches on either side of the room. The lights snuff out with the oxygen sucked from the room. The vines crawl through my pupils. All I see is darkness.