• The umbrella hit the ally concrete ground with a clatter before rolling down the narrow space. The rain began to pour down, beating the roads with a roar loud enough to drown out the clear sound of a scream. Kurage pinned Mavir against the wall harshly, gripping onto her hair to hold her in place. He nudged in and bit down harder onto her throat, her struggle causing his fangs to rip at her flesh. Warm red blood trickled thickly down her neck and collarbone.

    She cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks with her last thought 'I don't want to die'. She thought quickly the pain blurring her vision but she had to do something. Kurage bit hard drinking in deeply before Mavir slammed her heel down, smashing his toes painfully. He screamed, baring his fangs from her vein and jumping back. Mavir quickly covered her neck and darted out into oncoming traffic.

    Her massive blood loss making her groggy, her body slow and limp as she tried to run. The visions shot by like bullets back and forth before her eyes, her legs tripping over one another. Kurage recovered his composure and turned in a stance to chase only to see his bloody meal tossed into the air by a straight driven car. His eyes were wide in panic, his whole world had turned to slow motion. The scene was horrific, her twisted body flew so high for a girl her age. All he could do was watch in anticipation as her body rolled slowly.

    All the pain had left her body, the fear, anxiety, the sadness..nevermore. Nothingness filled her body as it ever so slowly twisted, the numbness taking over her being. All the tears were gone and she felt so light flying through the air, her worries vanishing. A soft smile creep slowly to her pale lips, her eyes closed shut to the final bliss of her soul's threads snapping away.

    Her body hit the road with a horrifyingly awful sound. Cars and trucks screeched to a halting stop. The vehicles surrounding her dead body's scene bumper to bumper, fender to fender and so on. There were shrieks and screams of terror as a crowd of onlookers peered down at her motionless mangled body and tattered clothing. Kurage stepped back, the scene was massive and he was nothing but speechless.

    The scene replayed over and over again as if a broken record of guilt in his mind. His one room apartment seemed to whisper to him, scold him. This pain, so unfair and relentless, he had to make it stop...make up for his selfishness. Hoping to win forgiveness from himself, he needed to do this...

    (To Be Continued...)