I stared out the window. The rain fell down on the house in soft pitter patters. I sighed. My legs were sore from my run yesterday, I hate track. I had run seven miles yesterday after school. Swimming season was about to begin in about a month and I had to get ready for it.
The sun was fighting the clouds for some place to shine on this lonely place in the Middle of Nowhere Washington. I hate living here, I mean, no that's what I mean. I know where I am-well I'm not anywhere- I'm in the world around the world. I've been here since that night. The night when he came.
*He who has no real name. I stared - but didn't really see - the rain out my window that night. I was busy waiting for him to come, for my death to come. I had seen it the night before I had seen my blood spilt on the ground, I saw the silver dagger that would penetrate my heart. Nothing had stopped my visions before and nothing could now.
When his lighting blond hair flashed in front of my window I stopped and smiled. He gave me a puzzled look.
Now, a general misconception about death is the look he wears. I'm part of the few who know different. He doesn't wear a black hooded cape and carry around a scythe. No, he is a boy. A teenager. He has never lived or died. He has a small silver dagger with a gold handle-sturdy, yet, easy to kill with. He has lighting blonde hair-remembering something now?-and he has an ever-changing eye color. He smiles when people mention death and how they aren't afraid. He is the most beautiful boy you will ever meet.
"Do you want Death?" his voice was full of authority, knocking me from my thoughts.
"No, I have no need for you. I live in Hell as it is." I laughed.
"What are you?"
"Human, what are you?" I had stood and was going through my drawers.
"I'm Death." He turned around as I took off my shirt.
"I'm Adriana, call me Addyy." I pulled on a pair of snug jeans that hang dangerously low on my hips.
"Addyy, what are you doing? I came here to kill you, normally people are freaked out to find me in their room." His tone held centuries of knowledge.
"Do you have a name? It's very annoying calling you Death."I laughed. I pulled on a blue tank-top.
"Uh...I don't know. I've never been given a name besides Death." He turned around and looked at me.
"Damien," I breathed. "The devil himself."
"I'm not the Devil. Stop distracting me, I need to kill you." He shook his head.
"Then kill me." I turned to him. A small smile was on my lips.
He took his dagger from his pocket. I grinned. He gave me one more lost look before walking to me. He put his dagger to my chest. The point puncturing my skin - making me bleed. He watched me carefully and when I didn't move he pushed harder. I felt the blood flowing freely now.
"I'll make you a deal," he said.
"What?" I was waiting for him to kill me not make a deal.
"I'll let you live...forever." He smiled just a little bit.
"I don't want to live forever." I let my words float around before continuing, "I don't want to know the world in three hundred years, I want to know and remember the world as today, tomorrow as the day I die. I don't want to live one day past my death." I took a fraction of a step closer to him, the blade cutting my skin farther.
"I'll give you immortality. I'll give you life."
I just laughed. My red hair was shinning in the moon light.
