Chapter 1

“To live is to dream and to die is to awaken”

Unknown

            The air is thick with precipitation to the point of suffocation. The wind blows cold and hard. The time is late as the moon hangs high in the black sky, and all the stars are no were to be seen. The grass is brown with little ice crystals glittering in the dime light of the moon. Winter is ending but is relentless with her power.

In a small graveyard sits a broken family, two dark figures. One, an old woman, is barely standing as she leans on her cane; griping her shawl, trying to block the piercing winds. A young man sits on a large, Celtic cross marking a grave. The moonlight shines upon his face. His brown hair is now stained red with the lives he has taken, as his eyes become a cold grayish violet. The devilish grin (that is all his own) spreads languorously across his face. His heavy coat protects him from the bitter wind, and his large silver rings seem to glow like stars should in the moonlight. They are arguing about a long ago story that raped a happy family forever. Now shell we listen.

“Stop, Billy, you know it’s not right. What would mother-” Jessica starts to say.

“Don’t! You don’t have the right to say anything about her. You left her and I remember. You… left us.” He has fire in his eyes like all the pain he feels makes him pulse with rage.

“I had no choice. I loved him and you didn’t get it. Mom understood how I felt. It was the same way she felt about Dad. Still, she wouldn’t give her blessing for our marriage. Then what you wanted me to do, I couldn’t… Not even for you. I had to leave or I would never have been happy. Don’t you remember brother, I came back. You came and… ” Jessica trailed of in to her own memories.

“Yeah, so. That’s all in the past.” He spoke as if it was nothing to him, and his eyes become a deep cold blue, showing he did not care for her happiness. “I don’t care for any of it any more. It’s the ending of a beginning, but I have to ask, dear sister, why now after all these years have you come here to find me? What’s the point now? Do you wish me to suffer? I had you in my mind. The perfect lil’ sister, and now I see you. Here in front of me this night, and I get this, an old woman at the end of her days. You truly are a bitch. Though I am quite proud of the evil you are showing me.” He talks as if he is having a normal conversation with an old friend. He gives her a devilish grin to show her how proud she just made him, and his eyes change once more to a piercing black so deep it looks as if they go on for forever like the bottom of the sea.