Beautiful Succulence

CAUTION: LOTS OF CURSE WORDS I woke up shivering and alone in the middle of the forest. I heard my heart hammer in my chest when I realize that I didn't know where I was. Where is Nicholas? Where are my siblings? I calmed myself and let my energy drift into the skies. I don't remember being here in this place. I was in the church, last time that I remember. I was being married with Nicholas, my groom. What the hell happened? Where in hell am I? "Shanara," I went rigid at the voice calling out to me. But she's dead, how can she call out to me? Could it be her spirit? I slowly turned toward the voice and I chocked as hands circled my throat and squeezed the air out of my body. I willed my hands to act but they stayed limp on my side. This must be the time that I die. Mother fucker. I honed bullets, escaped werewolves, floated the Atlantic for ten days, rained cannons with the pirates yet I lived. And now, this is the time that I die. I welcomed the black dots dancing before my eyes and felt my hot blood pour down from my mouth, I didn't think that my own blood would be my comfort when I died, but here I am, I finally closed my eyes as my old friend, Death, embraced me with darkness....