Naked 2

Of shit, I died and went to hell.

"Far from it," the soothing voice beckoned me as I stood. I wore a deep crimson dress, one fit for a vampire's mate in some sort of dark Victorian romance. My hand traced the intricate designs, feeling the tiny ribbons of gold threading and the long sheer sleeves of the dress. My finger pricked something too sharp, and my finger began to bleed.

Before I could panic, the blood that had slipped between my finger stopped and the scratch healed.

"It's a stunning dress on you, but I don't think it's your style." A woman around my height stepped from behind the dead tree. Taking in my surroundings, I was sure I had died because this place was barren. There was no life. Skulls of animal bones decorated the dense forest where we now stood. The leaves crunched in response to my turns as I took in what the scene was worth.

Burning timber smoke fell around us. The thickness of the smoke had me cough while it settled at our feet. Waving my hands about my face to