My face must have frightened him, so white and fierce through the darkness. I saw his green eyes flick up to the stone angel which loomed above us, its features reflected my own luminous appearance. I held my violin in my lap, clutching the one thing which I had brought from my mortal life. He knew it then, that the music hed heard, the sweet songs that had penetrated his dreams was from me. I felt the familiar thirst pressing against my throat in a giant lump which threatened to make me choke. I stood, he froze, my heart was pounding in my ears, enveloping the sounds of the traffic. We were far beyond their gaze; he was lost in my domain, my embrace, my thirst. My teeth were in his neck, I felt his fists hitting my back becoming weaker, he was heavy in my arms. I dropped him. His lifeless body left in the leaves, drained of everything. Memories. Thoughts. Life. Everything. Some reference used to get the face right from a magazine, reference for the idea of the angel in the background and a couple of textures thrown in to make it more exciting. Laurent and the story belong to me.