Everything went by so fast. One moment she was with her boyfriend and the next he was gone. Only a week ago she just saw him, smiling being his happy loving self. That night though is when everything changed. After he kissed her goodnight he left to go home. Only a few hours later she got a call to come down to the hospital from his mother. It was too late by the time she got there he was already gone. Her heart was crushed as she cried in the hospital lobby. She didn't want to in front of his parents, seeing they had it bad enough. She was sure her tears only made them feel worse. Axelle didn't know how else to react at that moment, she was sure if it was a better situation she would have handled it much better. Now a week later it was his funeral and she was wearing the black dress she wore on their first date.

He always told her it was his favorite outfit. She wore just for him that day. As the people started to disperse she still stood there with tears running out of her eyes. "I'm happy you were his girlfriend Axelle." His mother came over to her as they were one of the few people still there. "He loved very much." His mother kept trying to comfort her, but Axelle could tell she was fighting back her own tears. "No miss Cathy he loved you guys much more. He will always be with you no matter what." She turned and hugged his mother tightly before stepping back a little. "You should go home." She told Cathy as she gave a faint smile trying to make her feel better. "Okay I'll see Axelle." Cathy walked away and headed home. Axelle knelt down beside his grave and put flowers on top of it. "I wish we had more time." She tried to choke back tears, but it was too late she was already crying again.

"It should have been me..." She put her hands over her eyes as she started to sob. She never knew she would be able to love someone so much. It was always one of those things were you never knew it was going to happen to you. Axelle had so many experiences with him and wonderful moments, but she knew they could have had many more if he was still there. "I would do anything to bring you back to me. Anything."

Blade was at his desk reading a book on his family's history when he felt it. "It" was telling him to go to a light realm graveyard. It was a feeling he always trusted and nothing well good ever came of it. So obviously he went. Pulling on his coat and grabbing his gun he slipped into the hallway. Please don't let mother find me rang through his head. Tiptoeing down the staircase, he went all way down to the dungeons. Screams of agony could be heard, screams of pain, of misery. He walked past all the cells, all the sweet melodies of tortures. When he arrived at the end of the hallway there was a door. It creaked open. Opening to a bleak hallway all was silent. Along the walls were doors. He walked down the hallway for about a minute and then stopped abruptly. The door Blade had stopped in front of looked like it was made of cement and it had carvings on it. The carvings were drawn with what looked like blood and there was a single scarlet hand carved in the center. He placed his hand there and after a moments silence, the door creaked open. He slipped through. The door slammed shut. In surprise he whirled around only to see a family crept. Seeing a young girl weaping at a graves tomb. She was beautiful and sad, just the way he liked them. Through her weeping he could make out words, "It should have been me... I would do anything to bring you back to me. Anything. Oh this would be good. "Marry me and I'll bring him back."

A sad tune crept through the air of the Dark Kingdom, a chilling icy song that covered the screams of the prisoners and set the mood for the day. The player of said song sat in his chambers window, the window wide open as he fed the dark world with his emotion of the day. The gloomy skies and slow wind only added to number, making chills run down his spine as he played. A feeling he never tired of.

The player of the tune was none other than the half brother of the Prince, Tristan Hasting. He was a half vampire, half human being. Son of the vampire king and living with the vampire half of his family. His human half was a half he would never know, as he mother died in child birth. Something told him that if she had happened to survive, he probably still wouldn't know who she was.

He sighed as he pulled the viola away from his chin, laying his bow on the window beside him. It was still early in the day, and no one had come up to bother him yet. That was strange and it meant that something was up. He hopped from the window sill, picking up his instrument and placing it in it's case and then under his bed. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and headed out of his chamber door. Perhaps he would find his brother, the Prince Blade Hasting, and see what he was up to that Tristan was bound to disagree with. Then again, food seemed like a better, and more pleasurable, option.

Sapphira wasn't the sappy, emotional type, but the day of Axelle's beloved boyfriend's funeral she couldn't keep herself from shedding some tears. Honestly she couldn't believe he was actually gone, if someone would've told her in a week he wouldn't be alive anymore she probably would have flipped them off and laughed about it. Here she was though, dressed in a matching black shirt and skirt, standing by Axelle trying to offer her any support she could. Saph couldn't imagined how her friend must have felt, she was so attached to her boyfriends it was almost as if they were twins. Throughout the ceremony at the church, and then the duration of the burial, the fiery-haired girl kept dabbing at her eyes with a tissue stained black from all of her mascara. The end was bittersweet, she felt like she was suffocating surrounded by so many weeping people, but at the same time they were about to leave behind a friend that would be dearly missed.

Sapphira placed a gentle hand on Axelle's shoulder, biting her bottom lip to keep herself from crying anymore as her friend knelt down by her boyfriend's grave. "Axelle I'm sorry, I wish I could wave a magic wand or something and bring him back. I'm so sorry." It was true, if there were some spell to bring people back from the dead or some elixir she could make, Saph wouldn't hesitate to, but nothing like that was possible as far as she knew. "Everything will be okay, you've still got me." She wrapped her friend up in a tight hug, exhaling once then letting her go. "I have to work in fifteen minutes are you going to be okay? Look, call me, stop by and snatch me away from work if you need to talk. You know I'm always here for you." Saph hugged Axelle one more time, looked her in the eye and offered the best smile she could manage, before reluctantly walking away. If she didn't need the money, Sapphira would have quit her job and moved into Axelle's closet to make sure her friend would be okay.

As she was her cousin walk past her she saw the burial and she placed her hand across her mouth to drop the tearful cry, yet she still cried, at least silently.
She then waved her cousin goodbye.
As she was a necromancer standing on holy ground was forbidden so she glided there instead, still not to touch anything or anyone, as she was be cast away from the holy place like a peice of paper passing by.
You could say it was lonely for her because of this.
She then glided beside Axelle with her head down.
''I am sorry I did not make it at the begining, you know how it is, I would of merely been casted away and it is not good for people to see me practically fly around the place. Shunned it what I am.''
She said in a quiet and appologetic tone.
Unlike her Cousin, Sapphira, she was renowned for being a necromancer, and in religous cases, she had alot of imfamy as it was against god.
She was branded one at brith with a mark on her left shoulder, it looks like a eye and had been burnt there, people used to asked if she was okay, or does that hurt but now, they know to stay away.
Mostly in fear for being shunned from the God and casted to the underworld in death.
Siobhan knew her fate.
But yet she still smiled.
''I would comfort you, but I can't.....I am so so dearly sorry for your lose Axelle, Sapphira told me great things of him and you. I bid you luck and happiness in the future.''
She smiled faintly then glided back to the gate to the cemertary then released the air from her feet to then down to her feet.
She wiped her tears then walked away.
She was going to go back to work, she was a waitress in a lovely Cafe.
Luckily the owners were family friend and knew she was no harm to them, they knew her well for being caring and fun so they took her on in exception she covered her shoulder with a long sleeved top.
She then run back into the Cafe.
''Sorry I am late, I had some things to do.''
She puffed out.
''We know where you were Siobhan, your mother phoned me up, no worries honey, just don't make a habit of it.''
Then female owner slimed then went back to serving customers.
Siobhan then was ordered back into the kitchen to help make food for some customers with the male owner, both owners were married with the name Green, Mr and Mrs. Green.
Lovely folk too.

Axelle tried to listen to her friends, but nothing was getting through to her. She felt like it was just her and everyone else around her wasn't real. The only thing she could think of was her boyfriend. The memories they had together were flooding into her mind like a nightmare. "I'll be fine guys you go home." She said as she continued to kneel down by her boyfriends grave. What was she going to do now without him. On the verge of tears again, was when she felt someone talking to her. Axelle rubbed her eyes then looked at the man.

What did he just ask me? Marry him who was he? She slowly stood up feeling threatened by the strange looking man. She took a step back and was temporarily breathless. Was he watching me this entire time? Walking back a little more she stopped and stared at him. "Excuse me? Are you trying to pull some sick joke?" Asking with a bewildered look on her face, Axelle folded her arms feeling a light breeze. This man gave her chills and honestly scared her. "How long have you been here? And why are you here?" She wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying; so she had to stop herself before she said something to tick him off. The last thing she wanted was to get attacked right now. That's not what she meant when she said 'it should have been me.'

Blade watched her with vague interest. She reminded him of a skittish foal. Even though she was terrified and alone, she had enough fire in her to say, "Excuse me? Are you trying to pull some sick joke?"
"Sick Joke? Sweetie if this was a sick joke you'd be in that grave not him." with this said he smiled devilishly. They always think that they're all that until you break 'em.
Once again she lashed out, this one might have more spirit then he thought, "How long have you been here? And why are you here?"
"Ahh give the girl a prize." he sneered.
"I've been here long enough to know that lying in that grave is someone you hold dear, and would do anything to get back." he said taughtingly.
"As for why I'm here, my dear I already told you. To marry you. Your hand for his soul." he whispered the last part. If she hurried up and said yes already he might be able to have breakfast. That is if he got there before Tristan.

The two boys never agreed on anything, except that Cooks blueberry scones were the best. A light realm food that both boys adorded you could say it was a weakness of theirs.