The eerie silence of the cold, moonless night awoke the once sleeping figure blanketed in deep red silk sheets. This drowsy beauty slowly blinked the sleep from her amber eyes; soft eyelashes brushing her soft cheeks. Propping her self up against the pillows she leisurely took in her surroundings, her amber eyes seeped with confusion. Never before had her luscious bedroom been so entirely consumed by darkness. Her once steady pulse quickened, out of nervous habit she flicked her blue, black hair over her shoulder. Convinced that she was only scaring herself, that there was nothing lurking in the darkness, a pale slender hand reached for the bedside lamp. Searching by touch, for the rough little knob. A hesitant stroke up the smooth base of the lamp, her fingertips reached the switch. With a click, the room was swallowed in soft light, chasing the shadows in to the far corners of the room. Everything seemed to be in place. With no intentions of allowing the shadows to devour her again, she relaxed into her heavenly silk sheets and cloud like pillows. With a weary sigh, she laid back down watching the slow, continuous war where dark meets light. Turning her attention towards the light's source, she choked on her breath. A small glass vile filled with a neon pink substance, labeled "Poison" in beautiful calligraphy sat at her bedside. Next to it laid a single antique key, littered with strange grooves, a chain was connected to its heart shaped top. The chain dangled off the edge of the table. Swallowing the lump in her throat, amber eyes followed the chain, until she leaned over the side of the bed. The innocent amber eyes, widened in terror at the sight she could see; for the floor was not there, the glow of the lamp could not defeat the darkness. Slowly looking up, she found that her luscious room was nowhere to be seen. The darkness was consuming every thing. As realization dawned on her, she once again flicked her hair over her shoulder. She could feel the prickling sensation behind her now glistening eyes. With blurred vision she looked back towards the vile, something had moved. Blinking her tears away, the rusted chain jerked. What ever the beautiful key unlocked was being pulled into the darkness. For some reason, this key held grand importance. For some reason she knew that the key kept her safe. Losing the key that held her defenses up against the world meant that someone could tear down her walls. Reaching a now shaky, slender hand towards the object, it slipped out of sight as her fingertips brushed the cold, hard metal. Being left with the horrible feeling of nothing being all that was left for her, she grabbed the vile. Clutching the small object that stood between her and death, the one thing that saved her from suffering a world forever tainted in darkness. Clinging to the deathly, cold thing, she watched as little by little the light lost its battle. As everything was engulfed in shadows, a throat-ripping scream erupted from her tiny body. When nothing met her ringing ears, she cried. Her weak will, left her pulling the cork sealing the bottle. Shakily lifting the pink substance to her pale, chapped lips. She tilted her head back, clenching her eyes closed and allowed the liquid to trickle down her dry throat as a last, single tear trailed down her white cheek. And in the end, with that lack of will, her amber eyes will never see the man who held that beautiful key, the man who would have held her heart safe from the darkness.