She was glad her mother was not there to witness this, she already felt guilty enough over her daughter's condition, and Sara didn't want her to carry the pain of watching her daughter dying, unable to do anything to save her.
It had been such a stupid insignificant thing that had brut her to brought this fate. You learn in kindergarten to always, always look both ways before crossing the street. But she had been preoccupied with her ex and their sudden brake up.
He had cheated on her; she had found him in bed with another man. He had tried to make excuses, but she wouldn't listen, at least now she knew why he had never tried to touch her. But the pain had been too much, they where childhood friends, everyone expected them to be together the wedding date was set, the plans where made.
It was no wonder that she hadn't paid attention to where she was going, and what she was doing...
If only she had herd the blare of the horn a second sooner, perhaps she wouldn't be suffering now, wouldn't be dying now..
She did not fear death, no, rather she welcomed it. She had been in this state for well over six months now. But this was no life; the doctors had told her mother that she was brain dead; it was only a matter of time before her body gave out, as it was doing now, but her mother had insisted there was hope, and refused to cut life support. How ever her continued existence only served to torment her mother, so yeas she welcomed death in all his dark glory, oh yes indeed.
She felt it when her hart beat finally gave out, she took one les breath as she flat lined, letting the air hiss from her lungs...
She felt a sharp pinching pain in her chest and knew this is what it felt like to be touched by death. Her thoughts where no longer coherent, she was beginning to slip into oblivion. She herd the whisper of wings, saw the swish of a cloak, and three raven black feathers fall...
* * * *
When se awoke she found her self floating in a sea of light.
"Sara..." Whispered a voice.
"Sara Leeann..." Whispered a voice more beautiful then anything she had ever herd.
"Sara Leeann Fields... Answer me dear child." Demeaned the voice.
She moaned as she tried to sit up, but soon found that she couldn't for she floated in and ocean of liquid light.
"Where am I...?" She asked thickly, laying back down in the liquid light, wondering why her tong felt furred.
"Is this heaven?" She whispered in awe. The voice chuckled like wind chimes clanging in the breeze.
"Far from it, my dear. Oh yes very far from it indeed my dear."
Dread steeled in the pit of her stomach.
"You know where. The voice cut in.
"Then this is?"
"And you are?"
"The Light Bearer"
She swore. She had never really given any thought to eternity, she was twenty five, freshly graduated from collage, she had her whole life ahead of her, but now...? She never imagined shed whined up in Hell of all places.
"Tell me child do you wish to know how your death has affected those you left behind?"
"What do you mean?"
"I can show you."
Sara didn't respond.
"How dose your mother fair?"
Suddenly Sara was standing in her old room, everything was the same, even the brown and cream comforter her grandfather had bought for her one Christmas, was till on the bed. The painting of a dove her younger cousin, Elaina had made for her still hung on the well. Photos of her and Brian at countless school and community events peppered her desk and walls.
She herd the clinking of glasses, and turned to see her mother sitting at the window seat, a full glass in hand and a decanter of whisky between her knees.
No, she thought, oh no! Her mother was an alcoholic, but had been sober for the last ten years.
"With out you what reason dose she have to fight against the urge to drink?" asked the devil. His voice sending shivers down her spine.
Biting her lip, Sara reached for her mother. Suddenly the seen shifted, and she found her self standing in the bed room of Brian's apartment, and remembered the last time she was there and felt a pain of sadness and betrayal.
She herd a soft clinking, barley audible, she turned towards the sound, and saw the bath room door standing ajar. Slowly walking towards she saw and all too familiar blood speckled pair of paints. Moving to push the door open, she was shocked to see her hand pass through the door.
Shoving her shock aside, Sara passed through the door into the bathroom and found what she had expected but hoped she wouldn't find.
Brian lay on the bathroom floor clad only in a pair of paints. Laying in a pool of his own blood, his left arm slit from wrist to inner elbow, his intent was to die. Eeven if she could touch him she wasn't sure she could save him...no...maybe if she...
"Poor Brian... Poor, poor Brian...He's been so depressed lately..."
"Oh yes, didn't you know, the poor boy's been in an awful state these last few months... Overcome with guilt, he has damn near last his mind... But now it seems he will lose his life as well..."
"What do you mean...?"
She remembered the last time Brian had come to visit her in the hospital. Although she had been unconscious and physically unresponsive, she had still been aware of her surroundings. She couldn't always understand words but on that day...
The sent of blood, the sound of cloth on cloth, and Brian's husky voice as he whispered "Pleas...Pleas forgive me Sar... I'm sorry, so sorry... Damn." The feel of cloth and fingers on her cheek, a kiss on the forehead, and the sound of residing footsteps.
She turned to stair helplessly at her dying friend, and noticed for the first time, that his right arm was bandaged. Although she couldn't see under all the blood, she was willing to bet, his left arm had other self-inflicted wounds other than the one now currently leaking out his life's blood.
The world shifted once more and Sara found her self floating in the pool of liquid light once more. The sound of splashing water caught her attention. Sara turned to see the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
His skin was moon pail, and his long silver blond hair shown like starlight; she couldn't see his eyes for they were hidden behind a strip of cloth, wrapped around his head. But what she could see of his face was feral, with a wild grace. He had an inhuman beauty that was as frightening as it was wonders'.
He walked along the top of the liquid light, clad only in a delicate silk robe that reviled as much of his body as it hid. A pair of elegant white wings sprouted from his back and dragged behind him.
He walked until he was level with her shoulder, before he knelt down next to her. Reaching out Satin brushed tears from her cheek. Sara jolted away from his touch.
"Poor child... If only their was something you could do for them? That boy will die before too much longer... And you're Mother... What is to be her fate? Who knows?"
"Why do you show me these things? What do you want?" She asked, glaring at the devil. He chuckled.
"Smart as a whip you are. Do you want to save them?"
"I'm dead; there is nothing I can do in this state."
"What do you want?" She asked again.
His smile was cruel, with a viciousness that belied his evil intentions. "I can return you to the world of the living... And then you can save them."
"How?" She asked him.
"It is within my power to return one who has passed back to their flesh, so they might once more walk among the living."
"You would do that for me?"
"Because you have something I want."
He smiled, "Your power."
"My...Power...? Why?" She asked taken back.
"What does it matter if you can save those you love?"
"If you'd rather wait, you're would be lover will be joining you here shortly. Your mother, on the other hand will take a while longer, but she'll join you eventually." He smiled that same cruel smile once more.
"To be reunited in death perhaps that is what you wish for?"
"Send me back."
His grin broadened. "Is it a deal?"
As quick as a flash Satin tore the cloth from his eyes and Sara found herself staring into completely white eyes. The emptiness in those eyes was more terrifying then anything she had ever witnessed in all her life.
* * * *
When Sara awoke she found herself, lying on a metal slab in a room she assumed was the local hospital's morgue. She was clad only in a white sheet. Sitting up she looked around. She was alone.
Jumping off the slab, she wrapped the sheet more securely about herself, and shuffled out of the room. Once in the hallway she quickly began checking nearby doors, for an open room. On the third door she tried she found what looked to be a locker room.
She soon found a gray sweat suit, it was a bit too big, pulling draw strings as tight as she could Sara secured the paints so they would not fall down as she moved. Pulling on a pair of worn sneakers.
Pulling up the hood of the stolen sweat shirt, slipped back into the hallway. Quietly as she could, Sara snuck out of the hospital and into the busy night. Quickly getting her barring Sara headed off to Brian's apartment.
* * * *
Satin smiled to himself. Oh what a prize he had won. Sara is going to make a wonderful Lich... Oh yes. The daughter of Death. Who better to serve him? With her powers he was now one step closer to riding the world of the human race, and making a world in which he and his angelic brethren only had to worship, God, not his most flawed creation, man, once more...
"Remember child your power is mine to command..."