The color of her skin felt soft and creamy at his touch. The light tan of the rest of her body was too hard to ignore, as pricing emerald eyes blinked slowly at the sight of her. Her heart was filled with love from an angel. She was destined to be reborn as an angel, an angel belonging to both worlds. The cold dark winds froze her skin slightly as the frost carried her along. The look of pure fear hit his body calmly, but the remains of a sharp stab wound would never be healed. His love had been taken from him. Taken back to the land of the living, too bad he wasn’t a part of it. The gleaming reflection of rosy, crimson eyes weren’t so easily forgotten or forgiven. The spilled blood covered and stained the surrounding floors, as pricing crimson skies smiled below him. Flames of orange fire gleamed and lit up the sky, as his body felt warmth. Even without her, the warmth he felt inside could never be melted or go out. His love  for her was still locked deeply inside. Locked away in the place his heart should have been. The moon was his sky, when the heavens cried as the night was his day. For a long time, blood was his life. At first she was his prey, but she found the way to his lost, darkened heart. Loving the monsters always ends badly for the human; it had been a rule, and now it had costed him everything.