life and death

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter one

Anastasias (Life)

Azrael (death)

Anastasias pov:

As I slowly creep towards the door, opening it as quietly as I could, I held my breath, afraid that my dearly beloved would wake up to the simple sound. The door let out a slow creak, cause Azrael to stir. I make my way over to him, stopping when I read his bed. He laid in a mess of dark blue blankets that complimented his denim coloured skin, his black hair sprawled across his dark pillows.

As gently as I possibly could, I reach my hand out to his cheek, watching as he leaned into my tough. 'if only you accepted me when you were fully conscious as you do now...' I thought to myself, a frown making its way to my lips, which was soon dismissed as soon as it came. One would describe death's touch as cold and evil, but they could never be more wrong. The feeling of his warm skin against mine, to me, the touch of death which I have longed for, felt warm and pure.

I was hit with a sudden wave of realization. 'I'm getting side tracked, I need that list.'

It was then that I began to search for my reason being here, however, stealing a few glances of Azrael when I could. Messing up his list managed to rile him up in all the right ways, forcing him to take timeout of his day to scold me for my 'games' as he called them. Though it was not the scolding's I longed for, but simply to hear his voice, to watch as he furrowed his brows in frustration as he thought of how to fix his list, the way the corner of his mouth twitched as he tried his best to remain calm, and the way his beautiful dark eyes- 'focus!' I was snapped out of my day dreaming.

A few moments later

There it was. The list I had been searching for. With gold outlining the rim on the paper and names written neatly in red and underlined, the description of death written in black.

'ah. Let's see. Jonathan Grey, Katrina Williams, Camillo Rodriguez ,Emily Moore, Layla Zaher and Lyon Creston. A fine group they are, but who will bear the visions of their demise?' he thought, scanning over their files. 'hmm... all of them.' He answered his question, an evil grin stretched across their face.

After picking his new found toys Anastasias left the room just as silently as he had entered, sparing one last loving look for his darling. His cruel grin replaced with a loving smile. And with that, he left.

the next miserable day for the

group

normal enough as it is, something doesn't feel right. Siting in class, the shrill voice of the teacher in the background, my book littered with random doodles, so what's this feeling? That something bad is going to happen?

A million random thoughts went through my head, some blurring then being skipped.

'is there a natural disaster? Do I have psychic abilities? Or can I do that thing animals do? Or maybe-'

*RRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGG*

The sound of the bell rang out through the classroom, like a cold bucket of water was poured onto my day dreaming form I was harshly brought back to reality. Well I don't know what it is but I have a feeling I'll find out later.

A few moments later

Walking down the crowded hallway I hear the faint sound of my name being called in the distance, this small action causing my to jerk my head in the direction of it and to my surprise, there was nothing. Here It continued until I turned around a corner, and the image of the bright school hallway was replaced by that of a beach. The clear blue waters rose over the black rocks, parts of a long boat laid unmoving on the shore, some of them covered in blood that trailed from the tips. It was then that I heard a groan of pain. I snapped my head in the direction of the sound and saw the mangled body of a woman, she was missing the bottom half of her body, and used her arms to just barley crawl away from the water.