Soulless: A moment of Weakness

Scarlet eyes that shimmered like glass drenched in the blood of those so foolish to love her, looked onto the world with sorrow and regret. Her hair, just as tainted as her eyes, glowed in the rising sun’s rays. Warmth coursed through her tiny, immortal body as she gave a shiver showing she had some life, some sense of feelings. She became deathly still like a corpse, a beautiful, ageless body but a dead one none the less. Silently, she appeared as if she was praying to the God she would never be able to meet for she was Ashlyn, the deadliest beauty to ever grace the earth.

Her heart full of a poison, uncontainable by mankind, pumped the venomous liquid throughout her body with extreme intensity. Ashlyn’s face fell and she cringed as she gripped her chest. If only people realized that this perfect, creamy, ivory skin held back the most deadly of weapons that her alone could control and even she suffered every now and again. No one was around to hear her scream in agony as it ate away at her internal organs, starting at her stomach and moving to her lungs. Soon she would not be able to breath, her pulse would stop and she would be legally dead as it starts to devour her heart. By now, her screams have silenced and she remains motionless and bare. Untouchable skin is revealed as the fine fabric that covered her turns to ash as the poison erupts from her pores. Slowly, her body starts to rebuild. First her heart and then her lungs as she jumps back to life gasping for breath. No longer, does she scream, just remains utterly still and silent. Her eyes water as the salty liquid touches her perfectly sculpted lips and her body is finally fully rejuvenated.

A slight glow from the moon turns her skin from a healthy tan to a ghostly pale as it tells her just how long she has been out of it. Shivering, the cold night air warns Ashlyn that she is completely vulnerable to the world around her. She is use to it, the pain, the nudity, and most of all the loneliness, yet she cries soundless tears. Ashlyn’s life exists to taunt the human race with what they cannot create, what they cannot have because she was supposed to be something innocent, pure, and timeless. Supposed to be, she thinks, because she isn’t just a flower, she in herself is also human. Part flower, part human that is what she is a curse that was created by a man that was lonely, pitiful, and obsessive. She howls, almost in a cat like wail and yells that she wishes she could just die by her own addicting heroine.

Finally, she stands up; her fine silk covered legs do not wobble even though they have been unmoved for more than half a day. Her tear stricken face is still so seductive, perhaps even more so as her dark lashes drip a few more drops towards her pale, naked feet. Red strands graced her shoulders as if each thread knew exactly where to be placed. She grumbled, knowing how sickly perfect she looked and she absolutely loathed it. Her small, feminine hand wiped the water from her cheeks but just as she did more rushed out. She desired to fall to her knees and just enter a dying state, but that had already been attempted and just like every other time it had failed.

So trapped in her own aching sorrow, she doesn’t notice when a blanket is tossed upon her small frame. Instantly, she grabs the corners and wraps her cold, petrified body into the warm fabric. She doesn’t bother to turn around as her hair is lifted from the inside of the blanket. It is him, the “him” that is always there, soundlessly watching her to make sure she doesn’t break. His presence soothes her to the point she realizes just how tired she really was. Falling back, he catches her, His brown eyes soft, serious, hidden behind black hair and at the same time hopelessly in love with the woman he now cared in his arms. Ashlyn’s lips part slightly as she says his name in a hopelessly heart wrenching way. He was Alec, her loyal butler like person, but also her dearest friend even though he saw himself as less. Her head rests against his chest and his heart beat keeps her in a peaceful state of mind as he carries her away from her own heartache that only adds to his. If only he knew how much she loved him, truly adored him. She was timeless, but so was his soul as over and over again it was reborn just for her to suffer the same loveless torture that she is cursed to endure. If only Alec would open his eyes and see the way he could draw out the misery from her bones, the way he could calm her to the point of dying. To him, it would always be a one sided love for he would never believe she could love him. For her it would always be mutual but silent because Ashlyn would live forever as he withered away. She would never tell him that so she remained ignorant of his feelings, not being able to embrace her own.

Ashlyn now laid on a king sized bed covered in purple linens that kept the room dark but colored. Pulling the blankets over her already covered body, Alec tucked her in. She moaned in her sleep, inaudible things, but he could swear he heard his name. Tossing the thought aside, he walked out of the room with only his silent desires in his mind. Ashlyn tossed and turned not because of the cruel torture of her own body, she did not cry wordlessly because of her inability to be human, and she was not regretful for the things she did. Throughout this whole day only one misery appeared in her mind. Ashlyn cried in her sleep now because of her love for the ones that were designed to vanish. She screamed because just like her, they were cursed to meet her again and never stay with God in heaven. What made her so unnoticeably weak was her decaying strength to be heartless to that tall, scrawny thing that had carried her all the way here. She wanted to show she cared but that was a fleeting dream that she should never chase. The poison that coursed through her veins left her with an empty feeling and an aching core as she whispered I love you to the shadow outside her door, yet these words will never be heard. In her moment of weakness, her heart was still unheard.