It was hungry. Hungry for something more, someone more. It desired to feed on anything. The never-ending hunger that could never be satisfied for very long, only for a time. It was waiting right where it was last placed, a grave. The sentience of it was questionable, but what wasn’t was the fact that even without a physical mind it could think. It knew what it wanted, and it wouldn’t stop until it attained it. It was ruthless.

It could detect other living beings near it, and it lapped hungrily at their very beings. It could feel them recoil when its dark essence neared them. The ones with the strongest connection to the ethereal essence that surrounded all had the strongest reactions. As if they could tell just how wrong and unnatural it was by just being anywhere near it. It pulled back its essence, not wanting to scare off those who could help it, feed it.

As it felt itself being pulled out from its coffin it noticed very few living beings were near it now, compared to before. It was being held in some metal contraption that could best be described as a claw. It felt one of the few remaining beings approach it only to be swiftly pulled back by one of the other beings. These beings seemed dead set on acquiring it and then getting it away from them, not even letting anything touch it. It felt itself being put into a new place, surrounded by a few inanimate objects. It didn’t react, didn’t move, it simply waited for something to take it. It waited for what it knew had to be coming very soon. Its next meal.

Rarity awoke with a start. A loud banging making itself known coming from the direction of Carousel Boutique’s front door. “Ugh,” she groaned with slight irritation in her voice. “Coming darling!” she exclaimed with a slight slur to her words. As she dizzily started to get up Rarity realized that she was not in fact sleeping soundly in her bed as she first thought, but was in fact splayed out on the floor right by one of her mannequins. Said mannequin having only two pieces of fabric crudely laid on it, and a few sketches of dress designs messily strewn about the floor under and to the left of Rarity.

“Huh, I must have fallen asleep in the process of making this dress,” she mused. “I guess I was bound to lose steam after three straight nights of this.” For the past three days now, Rarity had worked all through the day and all through the night. Each time swearing to herself that she wouldn’t do it the next night. However, she continued, desperate to finish her most recent and very important order. Fancy Pants had ordered fifteen dresses and suits for a party he was hosting soon. He wanted these clothes to be able to give them out to those who wanted to attend but didn’t have the proper attire and so felt like they couldn’t attend. He wanted to make sure the burden wasn’t too much on Rarity, but she insisted she’d get them done within two weeks. So, Fancy Pants placed his order and set his party for the day after the two weeks Rarity was going to take to make the garments.

Rarity was pretty sure that she could’ve gotten the order done in time if the gems she ordered arrived on time, like always. Except this time the gems had not arrived on time, in fact they were extremely late. So, she waited for them only for it to dawn on her that a week had gone by. She then scrambled to get the order done without the gems she designed the dresses around and on time, not wanting to disappoint Fancy Pants. Which led her to here, forgoing three days of sleep to try and get the order done.

The knocking increased in intensity, which did not help Rarity’s splitting headache in the slightest. “Coming I said!” Rarity yelled, in what she hoped sounded like a genuinely cheerful tone. As Rarity made her way to the noisy door she stopped dead in her tracks and gasped. The thought just hit her of how atrocious her mane must be and how smeared her makeup must look. As she quickly looked around the Carousel Boutique she saw that it was in no better shape than she was.

With a quick use of her magic she tried her very best to clean up Carousel Boutique, which would best be described as looking like Rainbow Dash had tried a new trick entirely located inside the boutique. Then with another quick use of her magic she sound proofed the entire boutique, in an attempt to block out the increasingly annoying and loud knocking. She did not want the knocking to wake up Sweetie Belle who had just come back from a weeklong sleepover at Applejack’s with the rest of the CMC, who she doubted got any real sleep all week.

Speaking of Applejack, she and the rest of Rarity’s friends were a bit worried about Rarity taking such a big order, and trying to complete it in only a week after the first week was wasted waiting for gems. However, Rarity assured them that everything was fine, to which her friends agreed to back off as long as she took a break for her own health and joined them for a picnic tomorrow.

With another use of her magic Rarity summoned a hoof held mirror from her room and looked at her reflection. She surmised the damage and quickly fixed up her mane and makeup with some more magic. Then with one final use of her light azure magic she put away her mirror and beauty supplies and opened up the front door.

To which Rarity was met with a very fretful looking mail mare. “Derpy? Dear, you look absolutely dreadful. What happened?” Rarity asked. Derpy looked completely stressed out and her mane was all frazzled.

“Hello miss Rarity,” Derpy replied, “I have a package for you.”

“Oh, you do Darling? Where is it?” Rarity said back with confusion as she looked all around Derpy and saw no package on or near her.

“Well that’s a little bit of a funny story,” Derpy quietly replied looking absolutely crestfallen. At the sight of this Rarity felt the last bit of her irritation melt away, feeling quite sorry for whatever happened to the light gray pegasus.

“Oh?” Rarity hesitantly asked.

“Yeah, well a package came in for you today at the post office from a Fine Stone. It was marked as being ready for delivery about a week ago, but for some reason it only arrived today.” Derpy said quickly. ‘Ah, Fine Stone’ Rarity thought. He was one of her major gem suppliers for exotic gems that couldn’t be found anywhere nearby. ‘So that must be those gems I ordered, but why was he so late this time? Usually he’s always on time with his deliveries.’

“Anyway,” Derpy continued, “I went to grab the package, as you were marked as a part of my route today, but it felt weird.”

“Weird?” Rarity asked with some confusion. Derpy just replied by shaking her head up and down.

“It was also really heavy,” She said, “I was running a bit late and so nopony else was there to help me lift it. I make a point to never be late delivering a package, letter, or anything else. So, I hurried here to let you know before I started on the rest of my route. I’m really sorry!”

‘Poor dear,’ Rarity thought, ‘She must be driving herself crazy with worry.’ “It’s okay Derpy, I’ll just go down to the post office and get the package myself.” Rarity consoled.

“Really?” Derpy asked with a mixture of surprise and sadness, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t even start Darling, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m certain.”

“Okay then miss Rarity, again I'm really sorry.”

“It’s fine I assure you Derpy. You’re fine.”

“Alright, well I have to be on my way and start my route,” Derpy explained as she started to take off, “Once you get to the office just go through the back door, I left it unlocked for you.” And with that she was gone.

Rarity questioned the idea of just leaving the back door of the post office unlocked for anypony to practically just waltz in and take whatever they wanted, but she brushed it off not thinking that anypony in Ponyville would do that. She then locked up Carousel Boutique, hoping that Sweetie was not awoken by all the noise. ‘I really need to get some rest after this,’ she sleepily thought. She then tiredly started her way towards the post office.

As she walked through the streets of Ponyville she noted a few strange things. For one, it was mid-day, meaning Rarity and Sweetie had both overslept. ‘At least it’s summer break, so Sweetie won’t be missing any days of school.’ Rarity reasoned. Second, there seemed to be a severe lack of Unicorns out and about today. The only few who were actually out seemed to be very uncomfortable for some reason. Third, Rarity didn’t feel right. She felt like she was being watched and that something was wrong. She just felt off, especially as she drew closer to the post office. However, she just chalked it up to her extreme dreariness due to the lack of sleep she’s had.

As she continued on her way she was greeted by a few denizens of Ponyville. She greeted them back, but she quickened her pace as she was in no mood to chat. All she wanted to do was just get her package at the post office and get back to her home. One of the very few unicorns out, Lyra Heartstrings, tried to flag down and ask Rarity if she could place an order to have a hat of her's fixed. Rarity, already on edge and having Fancy Pants’s order to finish, quickly and curtly shut Lyra down and told her to ask her another time. Lyra was disappointed but understood. She wished Rarity a good day and left Rarity to her business.

Rarity was so distracted by Lyra that she didn’t even realize that she had almost made it to the post office. She quickly made her way there and went through the back door Derpy had unlocked for her. That’s when it hit her, just how wrong this place was. It just felt so off and to some degree unnatural.

“Just calm down Rarity, get your package and get out,” spoke Rarity nervously, “It’s just your weariness. I mean you’re talking to yourself out loud; you clearly aren't in the best of conditions.” Rarity proceeded to make her way around the post office, looking for her package. Derpy never specified where it was so Rarity was just searching blindly. But as she searched, she felt a wave of that wrongness wash over her.

At this point she was so aggravated, at not being able to find her package, and tired, due to lack of sleep, that she just chose to follow that feeling of wrongness hoping that it would lead her to her package. And it actually did, it led her straight there surprisingly enough. She didn’t care how wrong her package for some reason felt, she just wanted to grab it and get back to the Carousel Boutique. Heeding what Derpy said about the package’s weight she chose to lift and levitate the package with her magic. Instantly the feeling of wrongness tripled before immediately lessening to almost none. It was still there, but very small. Rarity thought nothing of it, again chalking it up to her fatigue.

Even lifting the package with her magic it was still quite heavy. ‘It’s just a box full of the gems I ordered, why is it so heavy.’ she pondered, ‘Did I really become that magically weak from my lack of sleep and continuous work?’ It was a question for another time, because for right now all Rarity wanted to do was get home. She carried the box outside and promptly shut the post office’s back door behind her. She was intent on making her way home and fast.

However, as she was making her way away from the post office she saw a brown unicorn stallion she didn’t know. With how heavy the box was in her magical grip combined with the exhaustion that was plaguing her, she thought it best to ask for his help. “Hey! Excuse me sir!” she proceeded to call out to him. He looked over her way and began to approach.

“Thank you darling,” She began to say in a friendly tone, “Can you help me? This box I have here is a bit too heavy for me right now, and I was hoping you could help-” but before she could even finish her sentence the stallion stopped just a little ways away from her.

“No…” he uttered, fear evident in his voice. His eyes shrinking to pinpricks.

“Excuse me darling?” Rarity asked, extremely confused and a bit offended. ‘Do I still really look that bad? Derpy and Lyra both didn’t say anything though.’ She thought. The stallion then turned tail and ran in the opposite direction from Rarity.

“Wait, come back!” she yelled, “I just want some help carrying this pac- oh nevermind.” With the stallion completely out of sight the rest of Rarity’s words died in her throat. She grumbled to herself as she sulkily continued to make her way back to the Carousel Boutique. Her mood sufficiently soured by that stallion. All she could say about the stallion was one thing. And Rarity decided to vocalize this one thing aloud, so if anypony was listening to her they would know her thoughts on the matter exactly.

And so she said, “How rude.”

As Rarity finally got to the front door of Carousel Boutique she let out a sigh of relief. She had finally made it home. All she needed to do now was make sure her package’s contents were all there, quickly clean up the Boutique a bit more thoroughly then she did earlier and check up on Sweetie Belle. After that she could finally get some much-needed rest. She’d continue working on Fancy Pants’s order later, and now with her gems having arrived she could give the garments some much needed pizzazz.

She put down the heavy package, setting it next to her and poofed her keys into her magical grip. As soon as she let go of the box she instantly felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She started to get nervous, thinking perhaps the wrongness she’s been feeling was not due to her fatigue. ‘But that’s crazy, it’s just a box full of gems I ordered! There’s nothing wrong with it. It must be my exhaustion…’ Rarity thought nervously, ‘It just has to be. Well, maybe to be safe I’ll ask Twilight to come over later and examine the gems. She’ll probably find nothing, and I won’t feel anything after resting. But just to be safe I’ll ask her.’

With that final thought Rarity unlocked Carousel Boutique’s front door, picked up her package, and stepped inside. After locking the door back up, making sure her sign said closed, and levitating her package over to a small table off to the side of the main foyer, she sat down. She was just so glad to be home, although everything was strangely quiet. It was dead silent, unnaturally so.

“Oh right,” Rarity spoke aloud, “I sound proofed everything earlier.” She tried to disperse the magic but to no avail. Annoyed, she tried again but stopped. ‘Wait a second, if I leave it sound proofed then Sweetie and I will get a better sleep. With no noise to disturb us we’ll get peaceful and long rests.’ Rarity pondered. It made sense to her that she was too magically weak from her fatigue to be able to stop the spell right now. She’d just use it to her advantage for now and disperse it later after she had rested.

“Alright then, time to fix up this boutique,” Rarity said. She proceeded to use the last vestiges of her magical strength to go from room to room fixing everything up. She tried her best to make everything look nice and to her standards of quality again. All the while unconsciously avoiding the ominous package.

‘Kitchen? Check! Showroom? Check! Stairs? Check! Work Room? Check! Displays? Check!’ Rarity thought, ‘All that’s left to do is open that package and check on Sweetie.’ And so, Rarity started to cautiously make her way to the box. She had made herself paranoid with all her worrying about the package possibly containing something malicious. But the rational part of her brain told her it was a ridiculous thought. Still though, by the time she made it to the package ready to open it she was practically shaking.

“Clam down Rarity, it’s just a box of gems,” she said shakily aloud. ‘What’s come over you? It’s just a box of gems, there’s nothing bad inside,’ she fearfully thought, ‘just calm down, calm down.’ She breathed in, then out. Slowly, but surely calming herself down. A little voice in the back of her head kept saying, ‘this is a bad idea, there is something wrong with that package!’ She brushed it off, the logical part of her brain telling her that nothing is wrong with the package. After all it was just gems, and besides she was going to ask Twilight to come over and check out the gems after her rest. Everything was fine.

So, with some apprehension she opened her package only to find…

“Gems. Just gems, the ones I ordered from Fine Stone’s cataloage.” Rarity said with relief. Just as she kept telling herself it was just some gems. Nothing but what she expected, nothing wrong with them. In fact, that weird and wrong feeling she’d been getting had almost completely disappeared. ‘I knew it was just my weariness, and probably some anxiety too.’ She casually thought to herself.

Rarity looked over the gems and saw it as she suspected. She saw a total of twelve gems, the twelve she had originally designed some of Fancy Pants’s garments around. However, something struck her as odd. For some reason one gem was wrapped individually in a layer of tan cloth. It was quite big too, about the size of her hoof. She swiftly unwrapped it with a light flick of her depleted magic. It was black, with a swirled misty looking center. It was oval shaped and extremely smooth, almost as if somepony had personally taken very good care of it. It looked shiny and polished too. Fine Stone’s gems were always nice, but not this nice.

It was…

It was…

“Beautiful!” Rarity squealed with excitement. Only to remember Sweetie and immediately quiet down. ‘Oh it looks so good!’ She thought, ‘No wonder this order took so long to get here. Fine Stone must have personally cared for this gem to give it to me as a thanks for being a very regular customer. I’ll have to remember to write him a thank you note and give him some extra bits for this.’

She couldn’t even begin to imagine all the clothes this gem would go with. Right now though she just grabbed it in her magic and inspected it a bit closer. She for whatever reason started to feel as though the gem was giving her magical feedback. She however, just chalked it up to tiredness completely sure now that these gems held no dark secret. She knew she was just being ridiculous earlier with all her paranoia. Her cat, Opal, however clearly didn’t think so. Who up till now was peacefully resting under some curtains this whole time. But as Rarity inspected the black gem Opal awoke and then launched herself at Rarity’s face.

“Opal!” Was all Rarity managed to get out before her feline flew into her. Opal grabbed onto Rarity’s face, giving Rarity enough of a scare to make her already weak magic to fail. This caused Rarity to drop the black gem onto the floor. As Rarity redirected her magic from the now dropped black gem to the cat on her face Opal responded in a panic by giving Rarity a small scratch under her eye.

“Ouch! Opal!” Rarity angrily yelled, completely forgetting about Sweetie Belle. Rarity managed to peel Opal off of her and proceed to teleport Opal to her room. Rarity then magically locked her room’s door, saying to herself that she’d reprimand Opal for her bad behavior later. First however she should probably check the gem. She looked down and was not pleased with what she found.

“Oh no, the gem.” Rarity quietly murmured to herself, now remembering Sweetie Belle. The gem on its part now had a slight fracture in its surface. The crack ran from nearly the top of the gem to just below the middle of it. As Rarity stared at the gem some blood fell onto it and into the crack on its surface. To which Rarity was confused for a second before remembering the fresh scratch Opal gave her, right below her left eye. ‘I best get that cleaned up and patched before checking on Sweetie.’ Rarity thought. She hurriedly put the black gem back in the box with the rest of the gems, vowing that she’d deal with that mess tomorrow after sleeping.

Rarity turned and went up the stairs to the upper section of the boutique. The section that housed her room, a guest room currently filled by Sweetie Belle, a personal bathroom, and more rooms that weren’t part of the boutique’s store section. As she reached the top of the steps she noticed that a vase she kept at the top of the steps on a small table was missing. She knew she hadn't touched it in years so it struck her as odd. She’d just ask Sweetie about it in the morning, maybe she knew something. For now though her destination was her personal bathroom at the end of the upstairs hallway on the left side, right across from Sweetie’s room.

She started to walk down the hall passing a storage room on her immediate right, then her room also on the right, which inside she heard what sounded like scratching. She knew it was just Opal, it had to be. A closet was now on her left, and then finally she had reached the bathroom on her left and Sweetie’s room on her right. She turned left to enter the bathroom but felt something brush against her left hind leg. She quickly turned around and saw nothing. Although the door to Sweetie Belle’s room was now slightly ajar. Rarity was sure it hadn't been earlier, but perhaps she was wrong just like with the gems. And she assumed the feeling on the back of her one hind leg was just due to her lack of sleep. She decided that she would just quickly peek into Sweetie’s room now that she was facing it. Just a quick check up on Sweetie and then clean up and go to bed.

She grabbed the handle of the room’s door and instantly felt like she was being watched. She quickly looked behind her and saw…

Nothing…

She looked back in front of her and screamed. But as soon as she blinked it was gone. She could have sworn she saw a smiling face with an unnaturally wide grin and beady eyes peeking out at her from behind Sweetie’s door. But now it was gone. ‘I really need sleep.’ she simply thought to herself. She breathed out and slightly opened up the door to Sweetie’s room, peeking in. She saw the curtains had been drawn as she left them, not letting any sunlight into the room. Everything else seemed fine. It was extremely quiet and Sweetie Belle was dead still, facing away from Rarity.

Perfect.

Rarity backed out of the doorframe and shut the door tight. Content and for some reason feeling very against checking the room again till morning when she’d wake Sweetie. Feeling good, she turned around once more and entered her personal bathroom. She treated and cleaned up her cut before applying a small white bandage to it and leaving the bathroom. She made her way back down the hall and entered her room, shutting its door behind her.

In her weariness she didn’t even bother with her pre-rest customs. She simply shut her room’s curtains, put a grumpy Opal in her little cat bed, and flopped down on her bed. She pulled the covers over her and as soon as her head hit the pillow everything went black. She had finally done it, she made it home and now could finally rest peacefully. She could finally sleep and get all her energy back, to face whatever the next day would bring. She finally is getting a much-deserved rest. Rarity was finally able to drift off into hopefully dreamless sleep.

Rarity woke up in a cold sweat. ‘Of course I couldn’t have a dreamless sleep for once, I had to have nightmares,’ Rarity thought to herself as she calmed herself down, ‘And of course Luna was nowhere to be seen this time, figures.’ Rarity looked at her window and noticed the curtains had been opened, as well as her window being slightly ajar.

‘Strange, I was sure my window was closed, and the curtains were drawn earlier,’ She ruminated. ‘Oh, and it looks to be the middle of the night now.’
“Fantastic.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. She continued to scan her room and saw nothing out of the ordinary. However, she did see that Opal was now missing from her cat bed and Rarity’s bedroom door was slightly opened. Putting two and two together Rarity reasoned that Opal must have left and managed to open the door up while Rarity was sleeping. Not feeling tired anymore, feeling completely refreshed magically, physically, and mentally, and for some strange reason compelled to find Opal, Rarity decided to get up from her bed and exit her room. Once she was in the hall, she shut her bedroom’s door and set out on the search for Opal.

Almost immediately, she regretted her decision. A Strange sense of dread began to creep up her spine. She worriedly took a glance behind her only to see nothing but shadows. So, she continued forward quietly looking all about for Opal, and occasionally whispered Opal’s name. Her senses told her that it was probably a good idea to try and keep quiet, and not just for Sweetie’s sake. She made it to the end of the upstairs hall, making sure that all the doors were closed so Opal couldn’t have been anywhere upstairs. As she stood at the top of the steps looking down into the black abyss that was the downstairs of the boutique she shuddered. Never in her life had she not wanted to go somewhere as badly as she didn’t want to go down those stairs now.

“Opal! Opal where are you!?” Rarity called in a whisper. She got no response, only a strong sense that something downstairs was very wrong. She kept getting the feeling of being watched, but every time she’d look around she’d see nothing. This time was no different. She really hoped that Opal wasn’t downstairs and she had just missed her upstairs, but as she saw a flicker of movement in the dark her hopes were dashed. At least she hoped that thing that had moved downstairs was Opal, and not…

Something else.

As Rarity began descending the stairs she started to shake. ‘Y-you're being r-ridiculous, Rarity there’s nothing bad i-in the boutique. It was just Opal you saw moving down there.’ Rarity fearfully thought, trying but failing to calm herself.

‘And if it wasn’t?’ a small voice said in the back of her head. ‘T-then I’ll use my replenished magic to deal with it!’ She thought back.

‘If that doesn’t work?’

‘It will.’ Rarity thought back firmly as she reached the bottom of the steps. She pushed those thoughts to the back of her head and ignited a luminesce spell on her horn to brighten up the dark room. It bathed the whole place in a light blue light. She took a quick look around but saw nothing out of the ordinary. She could have sworn however that she saw things scuttling around at the edges of her light, and dark figures in the corners of her vision. Sufficiently scared now, Rarity was determined to find Opal as soon as possible and then promptly return to her room. As she started to walk away from the bottom of the stairs she thought she heard a faint noise coming from upstairs.

A giggle…

She backed up fearfully and pressed herself up against the far wall, away from the steps. ‘Sweetie’s door is open again,’ She fearfully noted, ‘It wasn’t like that before…’ Her thoughts trailed off, not wanting to let her imagination get the better of her anymore.

‘This is all probably some prank Sweetie is playing right? Or perhaps Pinkie Pie? Rainbow Dash?’ Rarity tried to reason. And before that small voice in Rarity’s mind tried to return and convince her otherwise she steeled herself and resumed her search for Opalescence.

‘I’ll find Opal, check on Sweetie, and then go to bed,’ Rarity thought, ‘I’ll lock my bedroom door, reprimand whoever is pulling this prank on me in the morning, and then I’ll laugh it off with the girls.’ That reminded her that she was going to ask Twilight to check the gems she got tomor-

That’s when she saw them, the gems.

“Wha…?” She murmured aloud. Right where she left them, but something was different. Something was wrong. The gems had all been moved to the side of their box, except the black one. It sat in the middle of the box, that was not where Rarity had left it. The crack on the black gem had grown much worse. What was once practically a hairline fracture was now a huge crack that nearly split the gem in two. It was only being held together by the bottom of it, still fused together.

As Rarity got closer to the gems she could see more detail. The black gem was now emitting its own small and dim light. There was also some ominous black, thin, and syrupy liquid running down the gem’s surface from its newly widened crack. Rarity felt strangely attracted to the gem, and so with her right hoof she reached out to touch it. As her fur just began to lightly brush the gem’s surface she heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen. This noise caused Rarity to yelp and be broken out of her trance-like state, retracting her hoof.

‘W-what was that?’ She thought. Rationally that loud of a noise couldn’t have been Opal, but then what was it? ‘It doesn’t matter,’ Rarity thought as she started to approach the kitchen and charge up her horn with magical energy, ‘Whatever it is I can deal with it.’ In her haste to figure out what the noise in the kitchen was she failed to notice a small amount of dark liquid leaking from a part of the roof, right above the boutique’s stairs.

As Rarity entered the kitchen she noticed the kitchen’s window had been smashed in. Meaning something from outside had come crashing into her kitchen. The main dining table currently in her kitchen had been flipped over by the impact, obscuring the back part of the kitchen floor from view. She began to charge her magic a little more, before slowly and cautiously making her way towards the back side of the table.

“Now whoe-ever you are, you better come out right now, I’ve got magic and I k-know how to use it,” Rarity stated to the perceived intruder, trying but failing to keep the fear out of her voice. But as she started to slowly round the table’s corner, her face scrunched up in a fearful expression, her magical serge went out and almost all fear left her. For she saw a tuft of a rainbow mane.

“Rainbow Dash darling, I knew somepony was pranking me. But I’d like to know why you crashed throu-,” The rest of what Rarity was saying immediately died in her throat as she fully turned the corner and saw what was in front of her on the floor. Rarity’s mouth tried to form words, but nothing came out. Her eyes shrunk to pinpricks. She began rapidly backing up until she hit and tripped over the dining table. This caused her to break out of her shock and let reality sink in. She screamed, louder than she had ever screamed in her life.

For right in front of her on the floor was Rainbow Dash’s decapitated head.

Staring right at her.

Cold.

Dead.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed my first real multi chapter story! Feedback is welcome as always. Hopefully you like the rest of the story too! ~ Child of Stars