New Mornings Blood

The light of the harvest moon shone down brightly in the tiny grove which lay in the middle of the forest. A woman lay facing the darkening sky, her breathing growing labored. A vial of deadly poison was cradled softly in the palm of her hand. She watched the trees sway darkly in the breeze. She coughed, her chest bouncing up and down, blood dripping from her lips. The sound of crunching leaves made jump slightly. Someone, or something, was coming, and she had no idea what. "Rose?" a voice asked the vacant air. She recognized the voice. "Will?" the sound of his footsteps grew closer, until his thin frame and pale face was looming over hers.

"Rose!" his face twisted in shock. "What happened?!" he stopped when notice the sickly green liquid lying in the grass near her hand. Their eyes met, his frantic, hers sorrowful. They both knew what had to be done to save her life. He bent down, his mouth flaring open, revealed his two razor-sharp fangs. Within seconds, his fangs slowly sunk into her vein. Her blood ran warm and salty down his throat in attempt to drink away the poison. He pulled himself away after several seconds, fearing he would drink too much. "Rose?" he asked her. There was no response. "Rose, wake up, its okay, the poison’s out. Rose?" His eyes now began to fill with clear, glittering tears. "I-I was t-too late." He sobbed. "NO! Rose, you can’t go! You-" he choked, unable to finish. He fell upon her corpse, embracing her cold, dead body. He then rose up, pulling a dagger from within the folds of his coat. "I love you." He whispered to her on last time.

He slowly guided the blade across his bare throat, the crimson blood pouring down like a shower rubies. The scarlet drops of blood fell upon Rose’s face and body, slowly running down her cheek like scarlet tears into the ground. The sun began to rise as the two lovers lay side-by-side, laden with each other’s blood, a beacon in the new morning sun.