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watching her and she didn’t want to remember him that way, not with blood on his lips; she wanted to remember what he looked like when he first smiled at her. If she had opened them though, she would have seen the look of complete horror that now flashed there.
    His tears began to fall as he tasted the blood in his mouth and the feeling of her washed through him. He crumbled next to her body , his hand pressed against the wound, that he had just inflicted, as he called out, “Oh god no!” He knew then that he had mad e a mistake, she was the one.... Autumn could no longer determine where her body was, it was so easy to forget it all...but his eyes...
    Her life flashed before hi s eyes in a matter of seconds. Then h is eyes returned to their human state as he looked at her truly for the first time. His words, came out desperate and pleading, “Autumn open your eyes ... Autumn … please...please.” He knew that she was already too far-gone; her heart was already so slow, though he refused to give in to it.
    He saw the beauty of her soul , which once tasted, he embodied in an instant. I f he had not ripped her throat out, maybe s he could have had a chance . Nevertheless, his anger, no his stupidity had stepped in the way. How could he have known ? H e should have looked into her eyes and seen. He should have watched closer , seen more.
    He lifted her into his arms wrapping her tightly , and whispering fiercely into her ear, “I am so sorry love...” She shuddered one last time, as her heart finally stopped pumping and she faded away peacefully. His breath ripped from his lips as his mate, his one and only, died in arms, at his hands, his scream blew the windows out of the building...his pain unmistakable.
     
     

 
    Wake Up
     
    When A utumn opened her eyes again, she was sta ring at herself in the mirror, h er hand s still mechanically washing themselves in the bathroom of the coffee shop. She looked at the familiar shinny green tiles on the wall s trying desperately to connect back to reality. Her heart was still racing from the flash and she held her hand up to her neck inspecting it for damage carefully. Relief flooded her as she reali zed that she wasn’t dead. Smiling ruefully, she tried to slow her breathing , as she returned to the here and now .
    If she had not been having these epis odes for some time, she was certain that she would have run from the bathroom screaming and trying to pull her eyeballs out of their sockets. However, this was not her first time seeing th e outcomes. Another facet of her change she guessed .
    S he had many dreams that had frightened her , and now these , well, t hey were dark, scary, and prophetic in nature. Eventually though , she accepted them as a part of who she was , keeping her out of harms way, for the most part anyhow . They were not always so clear. W hen they had first started, they were bits of a puzzle that she had to piece together. Mostly she went off the feeling that she had from them to determine if she should be concerned , or not .
    Surprisingly, she took the next steps from dreams to visions as a logical progres sion. This seemed a natural out growth, one that she had dreamt about in pieces, night after night , and in truth, a month before it happened. A fact that had she been paying attention she probably could have changed things, that afternoon , when doom had struck. A thought that had bitterly held on to her, clinging to her in fact even now reminding her what not listening would get her, Death . Now it was simply, her own private hell , all wrapped in a neat little package , her thumping noggin, waiting to explode, and as much as she wanted to go back and change things even she could not.
    At first , she thought that the visions where written in stone, well at least she had hoped that was how they worked. However, slowly over time and much to her dismay, the se possibilities came about, over time, proving it otherw ise. Things like today, she knew if