Death's Favorite

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It has been a Month since Dabria killed the Man and escaped. Walking down an alley humming to herself as the lights began to flicker.

Off

She ignored it, thinking nothing off it.

On off

She notices but doesnt acknowledge it.

On off

She halts. Lowering her mental wall in order to listen to the dead. The whispers in her head getting louder saying that HE is coming. Rolling her eyes, she turns around.

She comes face to face with a creature existing seemingly only out of black smoke and a skull floating that darkness just staring at her. She stilled before smiling.

Death! To what do I owe this pleasure?

Death said nothing as dark smoke went towards her forming into a hand stroking her cheek, his whole appearance started to take a more humanoid form as the smoke began thickening and form like clothing and skull mask. His hand was cold.

She had to still look up at him as he was tall, he was after all a God of high standing. The god of death or rather death itself. What it was, Dabria didnt know.

Even though his hand was cold, Dabria didnt mind, she never minded it. Maybe it was because she needed him in order to survive or because she is a creature of death. She was always drawn to death.

Blinking slowly Dabria reached her hand up to her cheek to his hand and taking it. She took the black hand that looked like a human hand that was blacked out in ink, looking at it closer she was as always fascinated by his form.

He just watched the young woman as she inspected his arm.

Looking up at him again she smiled.

Well? Why are you here? Its not often you visit., raising an eyebrow she waited for him to answer, Oh come on I dont have all day. Just spit it out already.

Death lifted his hand to her face an took a strand of her ghostly white hair twirling it around his finger.

Mystic Falls go to Mystic Falls., His voice was deep and scratchy, but it had a soft tone to it only those of her kind got to experience.

Tilting her head, she scrunched her eyebrows. Mystic Falls? Why should I go to that place?

Death just hummed and began to flicker before turning into smoke once again fleeting away. The lights flickered back on the cool night air brushing against her white hair as she followed him with her grey eyes.

Shaking her head, she returned to her way mumbling to herself: Mystic Falls it is then lets go shall we

Slamming the door of the Motel shes been staying at for the past week she made her way down to the parking lot. With her backpack on her shoulders filled with all her belongings, her helmet in her hands and the stolen money in her wallet, she started her journey to Mystic falls a small town in Virginia as she had found out after researching the name given to her by death.

The reason why she was following deaths words was because she knew death. She knew how obsessed he was with people her kind she knew the lengths he would go for to watch them.

He would never want them harm by telling them something or visiting them, he seldom visited and if he did it meant something important or big was going to happen in mystic falls or for all she knew it could already be happening.

Putting on her helmet she sat herself onto her prized possession a Yamaha R6. Letting the motor howl, she drove of whirling dust into the air as she drove away.

Chasing over the highway she made her way in towards Mystic Falls, racing against some other motorcycles she met on the highway just feeling free while driving. Driving was a way of freedom for her, some form of control to go wherever she wanted to.

Just as she was driving on a lonely field street far from the highway and the traffic, she passed an old, abandoned house. Infront of the house parked an expensive looking car, but that was not the reason she slowed down.

The House reeked of deaths energy something Powerful had died here and that just recently, but something felt different it was weird. The energy called out to her causing her to turn around and park in front of the house next to the expensive car.

Turning off her motorcycle she stood up walking towards the door. Upon opening it creaked loudly. It was uncharacteristically heavy chalking it up to the door being old Dabria ignored it. She stood still her eyes watching the interior from outside before taking a slow step inside.

Stepping past the door she walked towards the grand staircase in the center of the entering hall. Almost everything was coated in dust. Stepping onto something caused the young woman to look down.

A bloody miniature stake made of wood. It wasnt big and only as long as her hand and a lot thinner than the normal stakes used on vampires. Looking around there were a lot of them many coated in blood other implanted into the old tiles on the floor.

Looking at the impaled ones she tilted her head no human could have impaled them into the ground like that, a vampire could but it was way to clean for it to have been shoved into the ground by a man or woman for that matter.

It was as if, no it was like a bullet shot just that no bullet was that big. Turning away she looked around the staircase looking for clues but only finding more stakes.

Shaking her head, she straightened herself concentrating on the energy. The energy was the strongest at the door, scrunching her eyebrows Dabria turned around.

Impaled on the door was a man. Staked by an improvised wooden stake.

He was dressed in a suit that was now ruined and guessing the car belonged to him wasnt far considering how expansive that suit seemed. His grey head hung lifeless against his own shoulder, but to Dabria he didnt seem dead even though he was staked.

The energy surrounding hi wasnt right, that wasnt the energy of a dead vampire, he was extremely Powerful, that much was clear, but he wasnt dead well not fully dead. He was temporary dead he would wake up again. That was what her instincts told her, what the energy told her, but that didnt make much sense being staked by wood caused Vampires to die.

She had never met a Vampire who wasnt killed by wood, it didnt make sense the energy wouldnt lie, well it was energy it wasnt even able to lie. So, was it right? Would that man wake up again or would he remain dead, and the energy be proven wrong.

Shrugging of her backpack she made her way into one of the rooms next to the staircase finding tables, books and a couch in there. The windows were all build shut with the help of scrap wood. Everything seemed improvised and by no means a place a man with that kind of car or suit would spend time in without reason.

Leaving her belongings on the couch table she made her way back to the still grey man. Shrugging off her jacket she rolled up her arms.

Reaching for the wood and pulling on it with all her strength, she failed to move it, so she stopped and tried a second time, this time using her body weight to pull it out, with one last pull she managed to pull it out causing her to stumble backwards falling on her butt.

Letting the blood-soaked wood fall to the floor her eyes wandered to the man that had fallen to the ground no longer held up by the stake.

Dusting off her pants she stood up taking a step forward to the body. Nothing happened so she kneeled beside him taking his arm over her shoulder trying to lift him.

Go to Mystic falls he said. So why the fuck am I here hauling a dead ass man to a fucking couchaugh

She kept talking to herself as she dragged the vampire into the other room laying him on the old stinking couch. Searching in the pockets of his suit she found his car keys.

What needs a Vampire to strengthen up? Blood. Where do you find blood that isnt my own? In a hospital, am I going to a hospital for this man? No. Do I want to be a snack? No. Where else do I find blood? With a Vampire of course, so lets see what you got in that fancy car of yours.

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