Alive but always dead (Completed. Wattpadaward14)

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Has no one told you she's not breathing?

Hello, I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to.

Hello- Evanescence.

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Aimlea's POV

"Por favor. por favor, que no es mi momento. Yo no quiero morir. Por favor, hay que entender que tengo una familia. Por favor, Muerte, por favor, ten piedad!" The spanish woman on the floor in front of me on her knees cried.  Mariana Guadelope. "Lo siento senora." I whispered in perfect spanish before resting a gloved hand on the womans head. She froze, the tears streaming down her face. (Translation: Please. please it's not my time. I don't want to die. Please you must understand I have a family. Please Death, please have mercy!.) (translation Sorry Madame.) Her eyes dulled then turned glassy. She fell to the ground of the church. I gently closed the womans eyes before sending the soul to the beach and checking my list.

My eyes read the name of the next person. Madame Ruby. Great. A psychic. I thought as I teleported. I had been expecting a caravan or a shack but instead I was infront of a quaint little house. It had boarded up windows and red bricks with moss and ivy covering it. I walked through the door not even needing to open it. I made sure my hood was pulled up and turned into the room to see a lady with grey hair and tired green eyes. She looked up at my an smiled showing crooked yellowish teeth.Her smile startled me. Most people cried or at least looked sombre. But none of them had smiled. "is it my time Aimlea?" the old woman spoke in a shaky voice. My eyes widened until I thought they would fall out. " It's rude to have hoods up indoors sweetie." My jaw dropped at this. Some old woman who somehow knew my name was telling me off for having my hood up. For some reason I took my hood off though. Probably because my identity didn't matter as much as my name. which she already knew somehow.

" Thank you dear. Your extremely young to be collecting souls aren't you. And so beautiful aswell. Close your mouth dearie or you'll catch flies." I knew if I had blood I would be blushing as I shut my mouth and returned my eyes to their normal position. " Thank you. Wait. How did you know my name wait It's your time wait. Oh, per l'amor di dèi" (translation: For gods sake) The old woman chuckled and I brought my eyes up. I wanted to glare at her but she was old and something made me want to respect her. " I know your name because I knew this would happen and your welcome. Would you like to be my final reading. I will predict your future." She smiled again. 

For some reason I accepted the offer. If Death could see you now you would be dead. Oh wait you are.  I sent a mental glare at the mean voice in my head and sat opposite the lady. She was going to die so the least I could do was to be courtious. " The prettiest rose has the sharpest thorns but in the garden it is the most desirable of all. But if someone knows how they can remove those thorns and reveal the rose in all it's glory." She had a much younger sounding voice as she spoke the strange riddle. " Time for me to go I see." The woman smiled again, her green eyes sparkling. "It's a shame you are dead. If you were alive now you may be a model with hundreds of boys swooning over you." She smiled then did something I didn't expect. She reached up and patted my cheek gently before walking over to a chair and closing her eyes.

I walked over to her. She seemed so content. I placed my hand gently on her head, fighting the urge to remove my hand, pay her then tell her to have a nice life and stop any of the others coming near her. " Such a pretty girl." She mumbled under her breath before I took her soul into my hand. A small smile on her face. The swirling soul in my hand was green, I had onlyseen one green soul before. It was a soul that could have become a reaper if it was young enough. I sent the soul then checked my list. She was the hundreth person I realised as the list vanished in a puff of shadows. The only person left was Caison. I would have sighed but I had no breath to do so.

Caison's POV (set just after Aimlea left.)

I felt cold even though Aimlea's body had no heat to give. It was weird. I ran a hand through my hair and grimaced at the sticky feel. I turned and walked up to my apartement for a shower. I chuckled to myself remebering Aimlea screaming at the sky about wanting a shower. I unlocked the old door to my apartment and walked in. alice's body was in a mourge and her parents were mourning in their house but the place smelt of death. It was weird though because Aimlea was like death but she smelt of olives. I mentally slapped myself. Ok, why did you know what she smelt like?  That voice in my head asked the most obvious questions sometimes. I shook my head and walked into the shower.

I walked out with a towel wrapped around my waist and quickly changed into some new jeans and boxers. I towel dried my hair and flopped onto the bed. I picked up my laptop and opened up google. Assassin Aimlea  I typed into the search box then hit the enter key. I clicked on the wikipedia link and started to read.  Legend says that in the millenium year in Italy there was a female assassin name Aimlea. Although nothing is known for definate people say that the assassin was killed by one of her targets after they tortured her and her brother Carlo on a rooftop. The story says that Aimlea was a master of deception and tricked many of her targets into thinking she loved them, luring them into a false saftey so she could strike. 

I scrolled down to the relationship part.  Although Aimlea had many fake lovers in her legend a real lover was never mentioned. " Aimlea loved no one it seems so she walked the earth while she grieves" This section isn't complete. You can help.  I moved the arrow to the X and closed the screen. The small poem ringing in my head."So if Aimlea is the assassin from the legend who made men fall in love with her so she could kill them." I pondered out loud.  Well she is hot enough to lure men.  that annoying voice in my head spoke in a dreamy state. I shook my head to get rid of the voice. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me.

A/N

So Aimlea is the assassin from the story that never loved. What do you think so far? Chapter six will be uploaded ASAP but i'm also going to be extra nice today and post A chapter of Boy Oh Boy and chapter of Monots and A BRAND NEW short horror story. Wow I have a lot of work to do.

Hope you enjoy Banner on the side by Midget459!

Tanithxxx