The Forbidden Battle Of Love

The life of a slave

Sarene's POV......................................

" Why did i have to be beautiful,?" thought Sarene

" Why is this happening to me,?"

The carriage she was in suddenly came to a stop and heavy footsteps approached the door to the carriage. The moon greeted her as she was jerked out of the carriage roughly and shoved to the ground. The ground rushed at her and pain shot through her whole body like a freight train. She bit back a scream as she was jerked up roughly and her arm was bent at an odd angle.

" Feeling a little pain are we?," sneered the guard that had a hold on her

" No my eyes are in pain from your ugly face," she replied

" Why you little whore..," yelled the guard

        Suddenly, a hand made contact with her face and she cried out in pain . Slap after slap came as she whimpered and curled into a ball on the cold hard ground. Blood oozed from her split lip and her lips began to swell twice their size. Tears ran silently down her face as her blood began to form a pool around her. She then passed out from the pain and drifted into death's arms.

" Don't you die on me beautiful ," said a rough voice

She smiled and began to wonder who the voice belonged to. It sounded strangely familiar. And then realization hit her like a speeding truck. Dread filled her heart and clouded her mind. Thoughts began to race across her mind ,.

" You are dead I'm afraid," said a soothing voice

She looked up and tried to find the voice . A man clothed in black with red glowing eyes stood a few feet away from her . His face was hooded so she couldn't see his face but she had no doubt he was handsome. His long black robe trailed the ground as he walked slowly towards her. Smoke bellowed up and around his black robe. She glanced at where his skeletal hands were and gasped . A jagged red scythe was grasped in his grip tightly and souls seemed to cling to the tip.

" Does this form frighten you little nymph?," asked the creature

Numbly she could only nod her head and stare as he began to change his form to something far less frightening. His robe turned into bulging naked muscles and black pants . She stared at his face for he was so handsome. She wanted to just reach out and stroke his face with delicate fingers she wanted to caress his muscles and kiss those perfectly shaped lips.

" Well little nymph, those thoughts of yours just might get you in trouble," he chuckled

She blushed a bright red and cursed her stupidity. Of course he would hear her thoughts he is Death after all.

" Actually little nymph my name is Thanatos," he replied with another chuckle

" Why do you keep calling me little nymph?" she asked

" Because that is what you are," was his reply

I am a nymph? How am i nymph? she pondered in her head

" I do believe you're parents were nymphs," he said with a small smile as i gasped in complete shock and disbelief

" Do you know if i have any powers then? I asked

" Well I could help you but you will have to keep dying or you could give me permission to enter your dreams," he said with a smirk

" Fine but no funny buisiness,"

He raised his hands as if to say fine and with a wave of his hands he was gone and so was his realm.