White light of the moon pierced the thick veil of trees, winding around their awkward, bent bodies and casting faint shadows upon the forest floor. The distant hoot of an owl made up the bass line for the lonely song of the forest. The silhouette of a figure camouflaged by the dark could hardly be seen kneeling before a small, fairly new gravestone.
"Happy birthday Ebony" A soft voice just above a whisper blended into the wind and filled the sky where it had soon faded. A pale hand poked out from the shadowy veil the night shrouded the figure in. A single white rose rested gently in it's grasp. Slowly and ever so delicately the rose was lowered to the ground, as if it was the most precious thing in the world.
"I guess this is goodbye...for now" The last words were finished in a breathy whisper.
"No more midnight visits, no more white roses" The figure said, his gaze pointed skyward, studying the empty night sky before his eyes found the moon. He sat there for a moment, becoming lost in the moon's beauty.
Faint screams filled his ears and the horrible memories came rushing back, but as soon as they touched the surface he forced them back, and they remained dormant in the back of his mind. Memories that he could not erase, memories that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
"I made a promise" The unknown, unidentifiable figure spoke, his voice full of forbodding.
"Ebony" His voice cracked.
"I'm so sorry. Oh god, I'm so sorry. I loathe myself for what I've done, and I will never forgive myself. I can't... I deserve death, I deserve to be thrown into the deepest pits of hell" The figure hissed, his voice tinged with hatred.
"I can't do this anymore. I can't live like this, not with this guilt. I can't take it anymore! I miss you Ebony! Oh god I miss you so much! and every time I think of you, I remember all of this happened because of me, me! I did this! and I can't stand this thought!" He dug his nails into a nearby tree and yelled in his frustration, and when he pulled his hand away, large claw-like marks were left in the bark.
"I wish I could go back and undo what I've done. I wish that I had never been born into this...or at all"
"These creatures, these damnable creatures! They weren't meant to exist, we are an abomination to this world!" He shouted, balling his hands into tight fists and digging his nails into the skin of his palms.
"In a sense this whole thing started with me, and It'll end with me. Death will come to me, and we will be together once more, but I have to fix this first. I can't leave this world knowing they still roam the earth, knowing that they pose a huge threat to the human race" He stopped speaking for a moment then began again.
"When the curse is lifted and I am free from the devil's uncanny grip, once I'm sure the world is safe from my kind, and I have fixed things...I will be punished for my wrongs, for your death" The figure said, his voice dropping below a whisper at the last word.
"Tonight I leave this place in search of the cure" He said then, using the soft glow of the moon which illuminated the sky, he walked out of the graveyard.