11 March 2013
The moon lit up the cobbles to the now charcoal-caked crypt, Kirsteen instinctively looked up from her prey, she knew where she had to go; facing the truth of what was now, tormented her.
Her crystal heart slowly darkened.
Defeated, deflated, she hung her head. Tender tears trickled down past her ashen cheeks to the edge of her taut contoured jaw, there it evaporated into the air of the scorching remains of the fire. Her eyes slowly seeped open, it rested on Mathew -as if seeing him for the first time. She carefully caressed his body, skin, face with her wistful-coal-hardened eyes. She tenderly gazed into his translucent blues. It was too late. The destructive path of bodies she left behind was stacking up. This needed to stop she decided.
Her crystal heart glimmered.
She let her fingertips glide across Mathew's boyish face one last time, the streams of her touch gushed in silent torrents.
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Stepping into the unknown, Kirsteen side-stepped through a crack in the wall of the basement in the crypt, she secretly hoped -no willed them still to be there...alive; but the eerie silence told her otherwise...
Round two to Lilith -Kirsteen vowed not to let another round slip.
Her crystal heart gleamed.
~ Copyright © Ozlem Yikici 11.03.2013
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Beyond the Crypt - Part 7 • Opuss № I