Crimson Shadows

By: jlewis42

Chapter 01

Author's Notes: "Crimson Shadows" is a universe a friend and I created. You'll probably see several Side Stories of this universe from me in the future, but this is the main story itself. Read and enjoy.

Downtown Louisiana, Saturday night, midsummer.

Two people walked down a dimly lit street, most of the lamps having long since burned out. One was obviously female, dressed in dark, tight fitting slacks and a gray shirt, the black jacket she wore over it set it off nicely. There was a triangle of open space at the top of the jacket, capped off by the clasped collar of the jacket. The metal bracelet on her right wrist clicked against her short nails as she walked arm in arm with her male companion.

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.

He wore a pair of black jeans, tight at the hips but flared at the cuff. The long sleeve turtleneck he wore was ridiculously out of place in the sweltering heat of a Louisiana summer night. While his wrist and arms were bone thin, his fingers were long and smooth, she could feel the strength radiating from him where they touched.

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see a people turn their heads then quickly look away
Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day

A window from a second story slammed shut. The people inside had been watching the two. Something about the two disturbed the watchers so much that they just had to block out the companions. She brushed a stray hair out of her face as she intertwined her right arm with his left. She smiled up at him, opening her large eyes onto his face. She felt something inside her chest swell as she found he was already smiling at her. His shiny black bangs, the tips died purple, hung over his thin, dark eyes.

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and I must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

They sung an odd little tune that bounded and skipped and jerked around. A rip in his shirt and a red stain on her jacket revealed that they had just been to a party of some sort, apparently a very active party. In reality, they'd just left a rave. For them, such dates were their only escape from their lives, the only time they got to pretend to be two normal, American, young adults. Right now, as far as they were concerned, that's just what they were. Two people in their early twenties coming back from a rave. Both of them very much in love with one another. She could see the hope in his eyes, the wish that she knew was reflected in her own, that they could just go on like this for as long as they liked. To live together forever as they were. Just two kids, playing house.

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

She laid her head on his shoulder as they walked, closing her large eyes. She knew it couldn't last, that soon it would end. She felt a shiver run up her back. There was a soft pressure on the top of her head. He'd kissed her hair, smelling the watermelon-flavored shampoo. She sighed, allowing herself just to enjoy the moment. Neither of them noticed the dark figure on the roof of one of the gothic buildings that lined either side of the street.

I wanna see your face painted black,
Black as night,
Black as coal
Don't wanna see the sun,
Flying high in the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yea!

The man was clothed in the shadows that the few working outdated streetlights created. His dirty blonde hair hung over his eyes in sharp needles. His half closed eyes gazed down upon the two travelers. Thought after thought ran through his mind, worries and questions, as he watched the two carefree Goths sing their way down the street. He had no ear for music in this realm, and he'd heard better, but he did understand the lyrics.

What is it… to love? He wondered. To be loved, to fall in love...? A single feather floated by his face, angling down to fall on the street below.