Fate

Prolouge

The smile on her face dissipated with the last breath of her loving mother, her soft skin, running cold with the second. Gone. She was gone. Three minutes too late, it had felt like years getting back to the house before everything started to go to shit. Blood soaked into the grass with a vengeance, her hair a crimson halo as her cheeks were hollowed out with the last plume of the breath of her life leaving her mouth, spatter spraying over her lips.

Those last moments she had to live, all because she wasn't there. Going out on the town on a night such as this shouldn't have been a problem. She hadn't done it before; there was honestly no reason to. But Vivian was lonely, trying to fill the empty void the lack of her mate had left within her. There was no getting out of it now. Actions had consequences; she never thought that it would end in death. She never would have thought that. 

She looked down at her blood-soaked clothes. Her blouse being one that Vivian had bought for her a week prior, the vibrant blue was striking against the sun-warmed glow she had gotten from gardening. It wasn't now. The blue only made the pale sheen of blood loss far too vibrant. Death was unfolding in front of her and there was nothing she could do about it. There would never be anything she could do about it. 

Her face pale, her eyes clouding over, her hair, dull as a pencil. She watched as the life left her bright blue eyes. Eyes that always held so much, now held nothing. No soul to direct them. They were simply gone. 

The color of life leaves her face slowly, pink cheeks now grey and smudged in mud, blood and clips of grass lodged inside of her once flawless skin. She wished she never had to see it. She wished that none of this would have happened. Wishing never did anything for her; she wasn't sure why she tried.

A single tear slipped down Vivian's face as her throat started to close, a tangible lump within the confines of her vocal cords. Her nose burned with vengeance, the salty sadness hanging on the edges of her eyelids and threatening to fall. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Not in front of her. Not with the eyes looking at her that would never soften with sympathy again, cold hands that were once warm never reaching for her face to wipe them away. She wanted to but she couldn't. She wouldn't want that. She will let one tear slip, and that tear is already soaked into her bare skin.

With her head down, a tight not chording through her chest and constricting her lungs, Vivian held herself back from losing it. There wouldn't be sense in it. Whilst she had always been quick to anger, this wasn't the time for it. This type of thinking could be dangerous. It would get her killed. It would have to be tomorrow. Or then next day, or after she had time to sit next to her mother's dead body and process.

She wanted him dead. Fate, is what they called him. Vivian never believed in the mischievous bastard until now. Well, of course she had believed as she knew he was real. But the cruelty, this act, this sin was reeking of him. No other being on this retched planet would have been capable of something so calculated and cruel.

Her eyes, which were of likeness to her father were filled pure unbridled rage. But her chest? Her heart? That incessant aching thing was filled with guilt. A guilt that would never cease to twinge at the strings of it. This would rule her life from this point forward. She knew that for a fact.

Her eyebrows twitched with every measured movement of her face, her chest heaving, inhaling the acrid smell of death and blood, Vivian finds the thin thread of whatever forgiveness she may have had snapping and reeling within her.

She was a beauty at rest. Mangled and maimed, her features almost unrecognizable without the life within it. The life that Vivian was supposed to have flashed before her eyes in an instant. Her wedding, her children, family dinners and picking out clothes for said children. Every image of what she could have had turned to ashes in her mouth, sand slipping through her fingers. It was simply gone, as was she.