Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
Chapter 22: "You're like The male version of Edward Cullen."
"Fuck." I groaned in pain from the headache from Hell.
"Finally." A husky and feminine voice muttered.
"Where the fuck am I?" I was sitting on a king sized bed with red silk sheets. The room was bare except for a dresser and a full sized mirror. The room was moderately big and seemed that only a person with a good supply of money could buy.
"Someone needs to decorate."
"The author was too lazy to describe the room so blame her. " I whipped my head to my left to see-
"Beyoncé?" Why in the fuck is she here? Oh god, did the author decide to make this story a fucking fan fiction? I swear if she makes me a sex slave-
"Not quite. I like shifting into famous people, it freaks the humans out. One time I shifted into the British kid with the insanely curly hair. What was his name again? Ferry? Derry? Larry?" The person that isn't Beyoncé started snapping their fingers in thought.
"Harry Styles?" I helped out while still being extremely confused.
"Thanks. So I starting asking his fans if they wanted to go on tour with him. They all started screaming their heads off and then fainting. It was pretty entertaining to watch. Oh and there was this one time I transformed into Tupac in Cuba-"
"Who are you?"
"I'm the Goddess of Souls, obviously."
"You don't peg me as a Goddess." I squinting at her in suspicion.
"Sorry I don't fucking talk like, 'Come hither child' or some other mystic bullshit. I have been on this Earth since it's creation so while the humans vocabulary evolved, mine did too. You don't think I could blend in if I start speaking like a character from a Shakespeare play do you? I think not." She ranted while rolling her eyes.
"Don't you get bored?" I mean I obviously would've put a bullet in my brain if I had to deal with humans since the beginning of time.
"Of course, but I develop new hobbies so I can avoid boredom. Shifting into celebrities is one of them while knitting is the other."
"To think the Goddess of Souls spends her spare time knitting."
"Like you have room to talk."
"What the fuck do you mean by that?"
"Oh you know the fact you're always moody and fussing over your little beloved Ren. You're like male version of Edward Cullen."
"Edward Cullen is a guy-"
"I know what I said."
"Whatever. Why in the hell am I here anyway?" I looked around the room before finally looking at her.
"Because you're a complete fucking dumbass who decided to not bring the one person who prevents you from dying. You're freaking lucky I knew that you weren't going to listen to Paul." She huffed while glaring at me.
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The Life Of Sarenda Sitzer(DISCONTINUED)
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