Kiss Of Death Chronicles

Chapter 3 - To Paris, Please

Darkness devoured me, swimming in a blanket of the black depths. I could hear her, call to me in the distance. No matter how much I kicked my legs or moved my arms. I didn't move from the same spot. I could've been moving without knowing, it was black all around, unable to see anything. Blinking repeated, I tried to call back. My voice was gone! Nothing came out but a whistle sound. Her voice that of an angel, one I couldn't reach. I wanted her beside me, tell me it was alright and that I wasn't going to hell. Mistakes I have made.. Who hasn't sinned from time to time? No way, those small sins could land me there next to the devil himself. I needed my mama, even if it was for a few seconds to make sure she made it there okay... and that she was no longer in pain.

A single hand found mine while I fought to swim towards the voice. Grasping mine, it yanked me from within the depths. I stood there drenched and naked, none of my clothes I had worn came over to this life. That figures, I thought. Quickly, I cupped both breasts and crossed my legs. If I was dead, I didn't want to lose my dignity. No one but my sisters, mother, and myself had seen me naked. And this... whoa hold on. My eyes scanned the man before me, the one who saved me from the depths now behind me. The more I tried to clear my throat, the harder it became to do so. He was shirtless, nothing but a pair of ripped pants on. Not sure of the material, but he looked nothing like the men I had ever met.

His muscles looked like he moved logs with his bare hands, which it took many men to move those. But I was sure he could lift at least one end single handed. His lips tugged until a wide grin spread across his face. He was moving those hues all over me, licking his bottom lip like there was nothing he'd ever seen better before him. I cupped my hands tighter to my breasts, thighs squeezing tightly feeling a shudder roll throughout my being. I'd never felt more naked in my life. He stepped towards me, I stepped back. The space between us was just fine with me, and I sure didn't want him to come too close. Especially, if it meant dropping my hands. I shook my head at him, taking another step back.. He lifted a hand, a snap of his fingers and the black faded.

Suddenly, we were surrounded by clothes and people moving about. I hid under a rack of clothes not wanting to be seen. "C'mere." He spoke for the first time, a hand outstretched to meet mine. "They can't see you, and you are someone of the past and this if the future you'll see." His voice was sincere, sounded like an angel but hint of the devil hiding under the surface. What else did I have to lose at this point by not believing him? I was naked and in front of a stranger with other people walking about as if we aren't here.

Taking a hand off my breast, I took his hand and cleared my throat. "Oh that's right." He snapped his fingers again. "You should be able to speak." He dusted off his hands then started moving about the store looking at clothes. "Tha--tha--thank youuu." My voice was hoarse, coughing a bit to clear rest out. Felt like I had a frog in my throat, my hand suddenly grabbed to the side where the man had did something to me. "Am... I ... Dead...?" I asked the stranger, him digging through racks of clothes. "No, I saved you from that." He flashed a wicked grin. "Saw you in there struggling between heaven and hell. As to where to go, but I see a future for you. Not sure how you ended up in limbo." He spoke to me, but to himself to almost as if still trying to piece together the puzzle.

"I'm Zeke." He added picking up a black mini dress. "Yes or no?" A brow raised, his hues were dancing on my girls. I quickly snatched some clothes off a rack to cover up. "Heather.." I stated shaking my head. "Could you at least find something with more material?" I huffed. "With a body like that, you should be uncovering, not covering." He winked putting it back on the rack. I could feel my face burning from the blush. "If he didn't kill me, then why am I.... where am I?" Zeke snorted. "The question isn't where are you as much as when are you?" A smile appeared. "You're in the future,. This is a life you will see. Old age, that is a thing of your past. But I can't send you back just yet. He is still around you. Waiting to make sure, he finished you." Hesitant he wasn't in his little speech.

Although I struggled about him telling me the truth, that this was life many, many, many decades beyond my own years. I wanted to rush over look out the window, see what it appeared to be, even if I didn't really believe him. "Then why bring me here?" I asked trying to shift the clothing so it wouldn't fall off while I looked at what was on the rack. "Because, if he knows you are indeed alive.... sorta alive. He won't stop until you are... well. not going to return again. We'll put it that way." He said knowing what he was talking about. Another item on end of his fingertip, he held it up showing it to me. I simply shook my head. He sure didn't have much taste, and wanted me in some skimpy stuff.

Finally I found something digging inside those clothes. It would be what they would consider vintage later on, stunning red dress and the end of it would fall right on my knees. I could hear him grumbling under his breath, he didn't approve and well I did. Hiding behind there, I dropped the clothing I held and slipped on the dress, legs going through the top and pulling it up. Finding some heels, I slid those on and fixed my hair best I could. It would have to do for now. If what he was saying was true, I wouldn't be here long and my body was out there in the world, wearing clothes. Zeke found a shirt, pulled it on and gestured for me to take his arm. "Where shall we go? Anywhere in the world?" A sudden smile crossed my features, leaning in I whispered into his ear. "Eiffel Tower. Only ever hear or dream of it, never actually get to see it." I tightened a hand on his arm giving him a soft squeeze. I doubted he could fulfill such a request, but I could dream. I had already seen death and soon would rise once more. It raised more questions. In fact, if i had died, how would I even return? The moment my trapped opened to ask about it, the clothing vanished around us.

Lights in the distance lit up what Paris was. It was exquisite. Breath taking, unlike anything I ever saw. Death was what I needed to appreciate life. Life was too short to keep using it how I did. Yet I could wait to settle down, wait on having my own children. I didn't want to rush it all. Leaning my head against his shoulder I whispered a thank you, smiling more than I had since I was a child. This meant a lot, and it dawned on me. What did he want in return? He could do so much with just a simple snap of his fingers... and what was he? Why had I acted like this was all so normal, it definitely is not! I pulled away from him to the side. We were on top of the tower, high as one could go. He chuckled resting his arms on the railing, he seemed to have expected me to come to my senses at some point.