flash
flicker
spark
silence
black
quiet
nothing
Nothing.
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Something?
I'm floating. Weightless. There is pain, but only peripheral, as though it's someone else's and I'm holding onto it for them.
But no. This is what it feels like to die.
I think I should be sad about it, but it's hard to feel anything. The world is a dull, soft place without edges and as I float, the pain fades too, leaving me alone.
Alone. As I always knew I'd be in the end.
That wakes something in me. I might be crying, but it hardly matters. No feeling sorry for myself in death. Won't do me any good.
You cannot die, Sydlynn Hayle.
I know her, the voice. The wavering image I can almost see clearly.
Iepa. Her name is an effort.
You are of the Undying, dear one. And you must survive.
She should have mentioned that to the vampires. Before they drained me.
Why are you haunting me? She needs to leave. There will be a light or something soon, I hope. To show me where to go.