Angels? of Death

Ash gray. There is no better color than ash gray. That was the color of their skin. Their bodies. Their flesh. Ash gray. But their eyes. Their eyes were so much different. No color. To gaze into them halted your breath. To stare into the depths of their eyes brought on a cold sweat. A slight tremble. The taste of rotten on your tongue.
Three of them. Creatures that came at night, under a full moon. The night was quiet. No wind. Nothing. But they came with the silence. Or it came with them. Three of them came to me.
I lay in bed, asleep, away in my mind, dreaming. Away from reality, in ways only slumber can bring. And like an itch, I feel them. Like worms, crawling worms, they crawl through my unreal world.
I stir from my sleep. I lay in bed, awake, but far from alone. I see only their eyes, three pairs, colorless, but I can see them. They stand in the shadows at first, just watching me, unblinking, motionless. A chill grasps my spine, refusing to let go. I hold my breath and stare into those eyes.
Death. That is all there is to see. Death in every shape. Every form. Every way imaginable. In their eyes its Forever. It’s an eternity of pain. But not their pain. No, not theirs at all.
They step from the shadows into what very little moon light spills into my bedroom. It bathes them, rolls over them. The three of them.
Ash gray. No mouths. No hair. They just stare with those eyes. I can feel them looking at me. Into me. Into my heart. Soul. My secrets, fears, loves, hates, everything. I know they can see it. And all I see is the Death. I can’t move. I don’t move.
I know not what they are. Or who they are. My voice is gone, afraid to show its self in the case that it might be snatched away, taken away from me. They just stare. I know not why they are there. Why they came to me. Then, they reveal their purpose.
The door to my bedroom opens, and the light from the hallway slides past two more figures. Another of the creatures. Ash gray. Smaller than its peers. And its eyes. Colorless like the rest. But empty. No death. But no life. Nothing.
And holding the creatures hand is my daughter. My Gabrielle. No God, why my Gabrielle! Why have these beasts come for my Gabrielle?!
I go to stand, to take my daughter in my arms, to save her from the unknown that surrounds us. But the beasts stop me. They move beyond my sight. They grasp me, hold me down, refusing to let me move. Their grip is cold, colder than anything. And so strong.
The monster holding my Gabrielle moves close to me. Looks into my eyes. I return the gaze. I know it sees the love I hold for my daughter. I know its see my fear. The anger. The fright. The everything rushing through my mind.
And as silent, as quick, as mysterious as their entrance, the beasts disappear. Vanish into the shadows, out of sight. And they take my Gabrielle with them. I would go to find her, but I lose all strength. I fall. Fall into my slumber. Escape from my surreal nightmare.
But as the morning to come reveals, it was no nightmare. I awaken to the sun blazing into every corner of my bedroom. Revealing the bruises left from the night before. My breath halts, my heart skips a beat. Two.
I gather up all my strength and rush to my Gabrielle. She has to be here. My God, let her be here! Please! Let it all be a terrible nightmare. Please! I slam past her bedroom door. My eyes take in her entire room at once.
Again, my heart skips a beat. The night before had not been a nightmare. The beasts had come. Taken my Gabrielle. I drop to my knees next to her. She’s sleeping. The sleep you never wake from. She is so cold. She is gone. Tears erupt from my eyes. They took her away from me. And the unholy bastards made me watch!