[ WP ] He promised her the world and now here she lay , under the stars , dead .

He had n't planned for it to happen this way, but sometimes life had it's happy little accidents. 
 
 He had met her at the grocery store and from the moment he laid eyes on her he knew she would be perfect. She was plain, with shoulder length brown hair and a sweater on despite the warm spring air. It did n't take much from him to get her attention. It took even less to keep it. 
 
 He told her all the cliches. That she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. That he'd give her the earth and the stars. That their love would last forever. Only one of them was the truth. 
 
 The night they went to the hill that the black oak sat on was chilly. She had insisted on wearing a heavy coat. She always seemed to have a chill. He laid out a blanket for them to lay on, with the dagger hidden below it. They laid together as he pointed out all the constellations, careful to show them to her in the right order to get their attention. 
 
 The wind blew in suddenly and she sat up, pulling her coat back around her. It must have happened then, a little nick through the blanket. The color drained from her face. He quickly said the words and laid her back down, staring at the stars. 
 
 She would hatch soon, reborn to cleanse the world. And he had n't even had to kill her. Sometimes everything just works out.
