Blood. There was so much blood. It ran like a river all around me. Warm, thick, crimson liquid ran torrents around my legs until all I could see was red. The irony scent clotted in my nostrils and made me feel sick.
Yet, I couldn’t take my eyes off the woman who stood before me. She was devastatingly beautiful with pale white skin that seemed to radiate silver light from within. Her silver-white hair blew all around her, framing her face so that she looked like she was standing in a wind tunnel.
The sight of her made me tremble, but I wasn’t scared. At least not until I really looked at her face.
She was crying. But instead of tears, blood oozed from her eyes. It spread in a thick stream down her cheeks connecting with the streams of blood that oozed from the corners of her mouth. Every
