Her youthful flush color had drained from her much like the very blood from her veins upon the bedding on which she lie. Such a foul image for one to behold. And in some twisted way it only seemed to enhance her exquisite beauty. Like a lily on a grave. I had failed. Once again I had let her down. My poor sweet Annabel. You trusted in me. You gave me your love, your soul. Now I fall to my knees in front of the man who took you from me. I fall pathetic, defeated. I will be with you again so soon, my love. So very soon. The eyes of an angel await me and Ill be damned if you think you can stop me now. Sweetheart. Darling. Turn around. Its me. Follow my voice. Everythings going to be okay. My love. Everything will be fine. Its all over now.