• My search was taking longer than I had thought, walking through the streets like a mere ghost of the man that I once was; my true name forgotten amongst the flood of memories that I longed to forget. The memory of my murder that the face of my father as he held the blade that had slashed into my throat, the feeling of his own fangs into my neck as his voice grimly laughed at how his blood line would go on, within me; nay, I refused to be a man like that of my father. He had murdered my younger brother and elder sister before me, I alone watched in horror as he tore out their still beating hearts and drained them dry. He was no father, he was the demon that the elders told their kin of to put them to bed when they were told; lest the parents find them naughty then cast them into the shadows of their own nightmares.

    All these thoughts went wandering into my mind as I let my scenes guide my body until I saw someone, clad in a long gown that covered her waist, her corsset hidden under a black pette coat as her eyes remained cast to the stars; she was singing as she looked up up at the sky, her voice was a chorus of angels in the cold night sky as I approached her. The closer I drew to her the more her voice pulled me in, her light brown hair and pale peach toned skin did glow in the gental moon light as I drew near; this angel of shadow stood near a hill, unprotected by a man but her words were like wine as I listened. "In shadow, in night...I wait for one, one who will find and take this tattered soul." The nameless angel sang, I stoped and listened more, wanting to hear more of the sad tale this soul seemed to sing, "My soul is torn and in my heart, a rose's thorn...This rose I do not want, this rose I cast away; only to find it's return upon my chamber door." She sang, her voice quenching my thirst; I mind raced as my cold blood seemed to grow warm.

    My scenes numbed by the voice of this angel in the night, nameless yes, but her voice would haunt my dreams until I would know it; until I could say it and attempt to find a taste for it. With a calm stride in my step I walked closer to the night angel, stopping a few feet from her then smiling, "What doth bring such a lonely angel with a voice of Heaven to this cold night?" I said, the sweetness of my words left a tingling sensation upon the tip of my tounge that seemed to quicken the deathly slow pace of my heart as the angel turned to me; her soft brown eyes, shining with tears, as she looked at me; her head faintly tilted as she spoke, "The calmness of the night dear sir, but I be no angel; for if I was Heaven holds no place for me." She spoke, her voice trembling as if she were to break into tears, I offered my hand and motioned to the hill in a friendly manner; if I could help this lost angel of the night, maybe I would find the mate my heart had been seeking, "If thou art no angel, then what be thy name you wish for me to call you?" I asked, the sweetness making my blood feel like a rich wine as we sat in the short grass upon the hill, "My name is Lillith, what be thy name, if you have one?" She asked, her voice making my blood warmer.

    I cleared my mind and gave a gental smile, "Well Lillith, my name is Dominic." I said, the name cursing my lips as it was the name on my tomb; but perhapse I was another with the name. Lillith looked at me for a few moments before nodding; her flame red hair following her movments as she faintly smiled at me, however a sudden shout had gained my attention as I sat with the angel named Lillith, "Lillith! You cannot run forever!" The voice echoed from the street where I had first found Lillith, though now then angel clung to my shirt ever so tightly as her tears stained the fabric; her frame shaking with fear and then need to find comfort. I sighed and drew my arms around her as she lay against me, her face burried in my shoulder as she cried out her tale, she had never wanted to web a name who wanted her merely for her wealth; she wanted to find her soul mate and live in harmony with her loved one; however this snobbish prince of York had asked her hand at the eve of two mights ago, the king one who cared not for feelings but for land and wealth accepted his petty vow and now sought for her everywhere. My blood boiled in rage as I thought of this mortal, blinded by his greed trying to tame such an angel as I slowly wrapped my arms around her, softly speaking into her ear, "Lillith, though my days are spent on travels....If you wish for saftey, call my name into the night; then I shall find you." I said, unsure if this was a dream or not; praying that i would never wake up if it was.