~What crimes?~ I did ask, though, and received no answer but the cold judgement of the heavenly eyes.

And then dawn was upon me and the stars who, in their cold majesty, fled with grace, judging me to the last.

I turned to look at the sunrise, and it reminded me of what the organic beings, the innocents had. Blood, I believe. And this pool of blood spread over the horizon, in a mocking display of light, laughing at the cold stars.

And then there was love and life around me, and I turned and saw her, in all her cunning glory. And I heard the stars cry, ~That crime! That crime!~ but it meant naught to me. What did they know?

She stepped up to me and twined her arms around my neck, leaning forward, purring, whispering, mumbling sweet nothings in my ear, while her intoxicating scent of poisoned roses drifted around me.

I closed my optics and inhaled, breathing in my love. And she looked at me, that sweet smile playing over her mouth, and she leant forward, kissing me and taking my breath away.

And the stars screamed as the dawn thundered down around us, surging like a sea, and it hurt! Primus, it hurt, but my scream was swallowed by her mouth covering mine. And when finally my scream died, she drew back, and I looked at myself and realised that it wasn't the dawn that was bloody; it was me!

I looked upon my love, and she smiled, and blood dripped from her mouth, and from her hands - her hands... I looked upon her hands, and blood flowed from them like a waterfall; my blood. She had taken my blood. My blood... on her hands.