Ficlets are so much fun and they help to get the juices flowing for main fics i've noticed...Anywho, hope you read and like! Reviews rock my socks

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Ali

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Dance

Skin pale in the moonlight, hair like spun rubies.

He watched her from the shadows…

The petite redhead danced through the garden, light fabric of her dress flowing behind her like wings.

Her laughter trailed through the night, light and everlasting.

Beautiful…

And then she turned, those emerald eyes catching his and his undead heart squeezed with want.

Want to be with her, to hold her.

She smiled, pixie like features alit with happiness.

And she danced, the wind moved with her, the grass the flowers, they bent to her will.

Her magic.

She was in everything…

Sad blue eyes…haunted…

She stepped into the lake, unconcerned with how icy it must be in the winter, frost coating the windows…

She walked in deeper, still laughing, still smiling.

His hands tightened on the windowsill, voice lodged in his throat.

Deeper she went still.

And she laughed even as the chill crept in and numbed her skin.

She laughed even as the dark depths sucked her under, swallowing her happiness.

Drowning and choking her.

And then she was gone, the lake still, air empty.

Hollow…

I love you
Whispered words…

Regretful…

He opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes

He was not in Europe any longer…

She was not real this dream woman…

Anita glanced at him, confused, worried.

“Are you okay?” small hands on his chest, her scent surrounding him.

A kiss, chaste, empty.

“Of course…”