Norah Jones?

The_GM gave me some thematic words and less than 500 words to craft a compelling story. You be the judge.

When I saw the break of day, I was reminded of the way a coffee stain spreads along a napkin. Dim light crawled its way onto the blanket of night. Purples and deep reds pushed back the midnight blues to make way for orange-gold clouds rimed with frosty darkness.

I shivered as a chill ripped through me. The stain was devouring the lowest clouds. Funny that I imagined feeling the cold. What point of reference did I have? I’d long since abandoned warmth and sunshine for the Abyss.

My skin started to itch. I wanted to scratch. Hell, I wanted to bolt. Hard prospect when I had a two-inch spike protruding from my chest. Left here. Unable to die. Pinned to a tree like a moth under glass. Moth was such a perfect reference. A croak issued from my throat, the best laugh I could muster past immobile lips. I could almost hear my last feeble flutterings against a pane of glass. That pane of glass was my life. Or whatever semblance of one remained to me.

Strange… my life was a multi-colored blur of emotion before it was so utterly changed. It was all so powerfully confusing. And it seemed so long ago, even though it’d only been a year. And since, all the color had washed out of my world. There was only white-hot hunger and dreary longing.

I tried to stay away, but time only seemed to intensify that final emotion I clung to. Brian stood out stunningly against the wash of gray faces, those I now regarded as food. I came to him, flushed with heat from recent kills. Despite all his questions, he embraced me as he once had. The intensity of our love stayed his curiosity for a while.

But I grew sloppy.

Is love eternal or fickle, or both?

Brian asked me to meet him for a midnight stroll in the park. When we’d first dated, we’d sometimes stay out all night and we’d steal away here in the small hours. There was a small hill with a bent oak at the top. We’d sit in the lower branches and watch the sun rise. This time he glared at me monstrously as he drove the wedge between my breasts, paralyzing me instantly. As he left me there, he said, “I loved you so much, Penny.” I wanted so much to tell him I loved him too.

The itch became a hot tickle that bathed my face and arms. The sun was seconds beyond the horizon. My eyes were already filming over as I watched the sky blaze into a prismatic spray of gorgeous pastel.

It was so beautiful. I wished that I could fly away.

Oh Brian…