The firelight flickered across her pale face like fireflies dancing across the reflection of the full moon on a lake.  Her eyes were dark, save for the hollow mirroring of the flames from the hearth.   The dark red wood that created the room made it feel warm and inviting, with it's vaulted ceilings and wide windows that looked out into the thick forest that she had made her home.  Dark stone lined the hearth, seeming to swallow much of the firelight that wanted to melt across the cherry coloured floor.

Her fingertips brushed away a drop of crimson liquid from her pallid cheek, leaving just a smudge as a reminder.  She stared almost vacantly as the droplet rolled across her long nail.  She touched her lips with it gently, letting the single drop of blood smear across the soft flesh.  Her tongue slipped out and took a small taste, the familiar metallic taste making a small smile reach her face.

She felt nothing but serenity as she looked over the back of the large, black velvet chair at the crumpled figure on the floor.  The blood that had pooled around him had already cooled, and the body looked as though it was made of wax.  The only thing that bothered her were the blue eyes staring dully at her.  They were still the colour of the ocean on a clear, cool day, the eyes that she had felt she could stare into for hours without blinking, eyes that had searched her soul and found ever crevice to penetrate.  They were what had made her feel so safe, like the person behind those beautiful eyes could do no wrong, could never tell a lie.  Eyes were supposed to be the window to the soul, but those eyes…   Those eyes hid the fetid soul beneath. Those eyes lied.

Now they stared at her, dead, yet still searching.  She stood from her chair with a soft growl, bare toes splashing lightly into the blood before she gave the body a good kick.

"You brought it on yourself!  You did it to yourself!" she screamed at the body as it flopped slightly to its other side.  "If you hadn't done what you did, none of this would've been necessary!" she snarled as if he could still hear her, her pulse pounding in her ears.

His last word echoed in her head.  She could hear him whispering to her, "I want to be with you.  I need you.  I don't know what I'd do without you.  I love you.”

"You don't...  You don't!  You never did, and now you never will!  See?  I fixed you!  Now you can't hurt me again," she told him softly, her demeanor changing suddenly as she knelt in the scarlet puddle beside him.  "No more lies, no more betrayal," she whispered as her fingertips brushed his crushed cheek, smearing it with his own blood from the gash in his scalp.  He’d gone down after the first two blows from the large claw hammer that now lay beside him, but she’d had to make sure he would never lie to her again.  The claw had easily penetrated his neck and ripped through the artery.  She had listened as his heart ceased it’s rhythmic thumping in his chest. 

She bent down and kissed his forehead, her lips now tainted with his blood, before grabbing his stiffening arm and dragging him to her chair.  She sat quietly with his lifeless head in her lap, hands,  feet and legs stained red as she stroked his short, pale hair.  "This is how you should be.  Even you can't deny it."