An interesting idea that locked itself in one of the rooms of my mind and swallowed the key...PLEASE don't flame me if it sucks...

BTW, as my exams are only a month and a half away, I may not have enough time to write more...I'll see what I can do...

Here it goes...

Sorry, almost forgot...I DON'T own Van Helsing, Seether OR Amy Lee...except in my dream realm....

Just read...

Scene opens with a man clad in black military style in a dark room. His face is pale yet darkly beautiful, his raven hair tied in a ponytail. He gazes upon a full-length portrait of a beautiful woman with waist-length raven-ochre hair and similarly colored eyes. His expression is wistful, sad. He begins to sing.

I wanted you to know

I love the way you laugh

I want to hold you high and steal your pain away

I keep your photograph

I know it serves me well

I want to hold you high and steal your pain

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don't feel right when you're gone away

He strokes the portrait. His eyes are full of yearning, as if wishing to join her.

Scene shifts to a similar room save that it is lit with several candles. On a chair, clothed in a black-and white gown of flowing silk, is a woman who looks like the one we saw earlier in the portrait. Her hair is in complicated curls and on her neck, a choker that resembles dew in a spider's web. Her face is unreadable. She gets up and places an elegant hand on a mirror. Oddly, it resembles untouched water despite her standing before it. She casts no reflection. She too begins to sing.

The worse is over now and we can breathe again

I want to hold you high; you still my pain away

There's so much left to learn and no one left to fight

I want to hold you high and steal your pain

At this point, the mirror reveals the man we saw earlier, also placing his hand on the mirror. Both look wistful, wishing to join the other-in vain. He joins in.

''Cause I'm broken when I'm open

And I don't feel like I am strong enough

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don't feel right when you're gone away

As they continue singing in unison, both press themselves against the glass-after trying in vain to break it-, weeping in frustration. So close yet so far...

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open

And I don't feel like I am strong enough

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don't feel right when you're gone away

Suddenly, cracks appear on the glass. Both look up and watch as the glass slowly but surely the glass that appears to be their only obstacle starts to break. Without warning, the glass explodes, sending shards flying. Miraculously, both are not even hurt-or even touched by the deadly shower of glass. Both are, in fact....in each other's arms. The woman looks up at her lover- stunned yet happy- and caresses his face. He is real. It is no cruel illusion at ll. He does likewise and makes the same discovery. Both kiss passionately as their voices somehow sing the last few lines.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open

And I don't feel like I am strong enough

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don't feel right when you're gone away

Song fades-and so does the scene.

THE END