Dying is all That is Left (OPEN)

[>Flighty<]

"Life and Death are one thread; the same line viewed from different sides."

Misery caressed her every curve; from her soft, angelic face to the elegant curve of her spine. Pain hung around her like a physical shield; even the most oblivious of creatures could see it all around her; it isolated her. Her cobalt eyes were vast seas of unending sorrow and darkness. Sadness weighed down every limb and flayed open every inch of flesh. Her physical form was just as tortured as her soul. Every nerve ending was exposed by the torturous things she saw. She was forced by the very nature of her own soul to feel everything so deeply that nothing she experienced was untouched by pain.

It was pure insanity that she was here, in this place, in this moment. A thousand beings passed her each minute in this sprawling metropolis. Humans, mostly, whose lives were short already were here among vampires of all sorts. Each time her eyes met those of another passerby she watched them die; felt the deaths reach down into her heart and shatter it again and again. Her mind was tossed about in pain as the visions came. They were violent deaths; often wrought by screams of fear and agony, sometimes their hearts gave out quickly, other times they clung to life with a resilience that made no sense at all and their deaths drug on in torturous, horrid fashion. Even the vampires who’s faces she saw in this crowded world died.

There were creatures here that even she could not identify and somehow that made their deaths all the more horrid. She could barely breathe as hundreds of visions slammed her again and again. Nothing seemed to die peacefully here. She couldn’t react, couldn’t move, couldn’t turn away from their faces; she was pinned; held in place by her own horror. Tears poured down her beautiful face and fell to the cold pavement. None of them noticed. None of them knew that she died with each and every one of them.

She had spent her life avoiding such places as this. Carefully isolating herself from crowds of any kind. She’d never experienced anything so grisly in all her life. She’d seen awful deaths before to be sure, these ways of dying were not new to her at all. She was a being of death and all its myriad forms. Yet never in all her centuries of life had she ever experienced this many deaths at this rate. Her eyes could not stop darting from new face to new face and the visions continued to slam into her and hold her in place.

For so long she’d kept herself sane, but how could she possibly remain herself after this?! Terror gripped her; she could feel its icy grip seeping past the dark sorrow of her soul and taking hold of her. She was lost. This was not her world. She had no idea how she’d come to be here. All she wanted to do was leave, but she could not move. The crowd just continued to sweep past her; oblivious and she continued to be destroyed.