Death's Call

Chapter 3.

Darian's POV:

"You're insane. I have a life. It may be shitty and pathetic, but it's still my life. I'm not going to waste it babysitting Death." She shot back at me with anger. Humans do have a chatty mouth don't they. Absurdly so, this human thought she would be babysitting me. Has she gone mad?

"I don't need a chaffy human, like yourself, to take care of me. I'm more than capable of handling myself. Don't act oblivious to your fault. It is your fault I'm having this irritating sensation. It is your soul that's crying out to me, pathetically." I sighed, taking a pause.

"You know what. Screw this. I wanted to give you a chance of life but if you want to decline my offer, then I'll just find another way to silence that noisy soul of yours. Decide. An unexpected car accident or a misfire outside a supermarket or my personal favourite, psychopathic killer rampage. Choose your pick." I could clearly see the fear in her eyes. But unusually after, she grinned and eventually it turned into a laugh.

"Hah. You seriously think I'm scared? To die? Newsflash: I'm not scared of Death. I'm not scared of you-" "well you should be." I took a step forward backing her up again as she jutted her chin to look deep into my eyes. She's so readable. Making predictions of this human was child's play. She was like an open book. Not scared of me? Oh please. Who wasn't afraid of dying?

She frowned as expected and walked away. Walking into the sliding glass doors of the supermarket. I don't know why I needed to stay with her but if I didn't this crying soul of hers won't let me rest. Why was her soul so scared anyways?

I stopped the urge to follow in and went back into the car. I wasn't going to let a simple soul dictate me. The ridiculousness of a soul taking over me was laughable. Almost like a joke. I was Death. All I feel is the pain and torments of the dead and I enjoyed it. The screams, tears of these humans brought a smile on my face. But why did this girl's soul seem different? Like I needed to protect it. The only way to get out of this curse is for her to die. Why can't she die already?

Maybe I could give her a little push. There's no harm in quickening her death. I could be doing her a favour.

Alex's POV.

Driving my cart through aisle 7, I remembered what Death...Darian or whatever he calls himself, said to me. Was I really getting a chance to live longer? Did leaving him out there hanging ruin that chance? But then it would have to be with him. Staying under one roof. We didn't even get along already for us to start living together all of the sudden. He was absurd. Cohabiting? Oh forget it.

Taking my eyes back to my grocery list, I noticed I hadn't gotten half of the things on my list. All I took in my cart were cereals, apple and mango juice, lettuce and Louise's chocolates. I hadn't even gotten the other stuff needed in a salad. Bread, masturd, milk and so on...still not in my cart but conspicuous on the list. My mind wasn't here. I felt so absentminded, I didn't feel like shopping. Funnily enough, I unknowingly placed in a mouse trap. Taking it out I left it by the banana pile.

"Here," I paid and took off with my items making sure to take everything on the list. I wasn't planning to come back here anytime soon. Shopping wasn't something I actually liked to do. Especially with how indecisive I could get when picking out stuff I need.

Once I walked out the doors, I saw the space Darian's car occupied, empty. He was gone and I felt relieved. "Goodbye, British jerk." I muttered with a satisfied smile on my face. I didn't have to hear that smirky British accent and that annoying cologne that spread every when he is close. Even if I actually wish smelt like that. I mean for a supernatural being he smelt delightful. Wait...why am I thinking about his cologne? Nevermind... he's gone, and I will never see him again. Hopefully.