Browyn [2]

It was Halloween when Bryce died. He was my lover, my better half- my one and only but the wicked doom that was brought on him by a folly American tradition stole my boo before our love really got to bloom. He was running the streets dressed in his Grim Reaper costume but I hid my offense, after all he didn't know what I was hiding.

He didn't know what I was.

He didn't know who I was.

My costume? Mine was simple, I was a cat- simple but easy and didn't take much time to put together. I had a tail some pearl fashionable ears on a metal wire and a black dress. Simply perfect. I had my black leather boots on and we running the town. We weren't trick or treating, we were on our way to a party and admittedly someone was going to die that night, a girl would die from solvent abuse, that's why we were attending a party but it all went wrong.

Once we got to the party I acted like a normal teen cruising a party with her boyfriend- Bryce. We drank, we danced and we kissed in front of everyone and then it was time. Time to go claim the life.

I told Bryce I'd be right back and slipped through the crowd frowning. I was happy and submerged in my work, so much so I didn't see Bryce follow me and I didn't get to stop him. He followed me into the garden and there were two kids spray painting on the fence as planned, one kid overlapped and pink merged with black.

"What the hell man you've ruined it!" One shouted turning around unconscious of the spray flowing out the canister in the face of his friend. The next moments went quickly.

The girl breathed.

He breathed.

Her eyes widened.

His closed.

Her eyes shut.

His eyes widened.

She choked.

His heart broke.

She hit the ground.

He turned and ran.

I watched calmly, not toying with events and then he ran past me, he knew the girl he must of because he went charging after the boy shouting his eyes full of rage.

I squealed in shock and ran after them. I couldn't let Bryce change things, I don't know how much effect it would have on the future or on him. I caught up with him and I could see everything but it was all to quick.

Bryce hit the boy.

The boy hit Bryce back, and hit his throat.

I screamed in horror and I stormed after him desperately, I was swearing like a mad man and my eyes had blistered with tears. I was shocked, I'd never cried before but I was crying now, crying for Bryce. This is bad, I've spent too much time with humans, I'm acting human! I'm a disgrace!

The boy is running and he legs it but Bryce is still on the ground. I knelt beside him and lifted his head up but he was dead. His heart wasn't beating and he had no pulse.

It was selfish and crazy but I picked him up, I carried him home sobbing and I made a mistake but a mistake I can never regret. I took Bryce into his house, unlocked his bedroom door and kissed him. I was forcing my life force into him through the passionate thing I knew and his eyes opened and I had to leave. I put my hand over his eyes and then ran to his open window and dived from it. Then I vaporized.