Eighth Death

Chapter Five: Eclipse

Keegan Morales didn't particularly have to knock, not because the door was already unlocked but because he aways did whatever the fuck he wanted and so he opened the door and stepped inside, thankfully, he took his shoes off.

Perhaps he actually had some manners or perhaps he knew Marcy would light him on fire if he didn't. She wasn't a clean freak, not at all.

"So I was thinking Eclipse?" Keegan asked as he took off his coat and already began opening the bag of chips he bought, Marcy raised an eyebrow, "Eclipse? As in 'The Twilight Saga: Eclipse'? Are you for real right now?" She asked, appalled. Who was she kidding really? Keegan was still an active Tumblr user.

He probably spent hours reading Edward x Jacob fanfiction for all she knew, the thing was she's known him for a while. As in six whole lives, Keegan was immortal. Marcy had no idea why, she's probably met every single immortal at this rate (probably not but she's met quite a lot).

And the one who stuck with her for six lives despite her curse and her insufferable personality was her best friend. Six lifetimes later he still stuck around like the champ he was. Though she couldn't stand him sometimes, for example:

"Listen, sometimes a cheesy love triangle is what a person needs. Besides its not like you haven't watched 'Fifty Grades of Grey' like over eighty times. So much for being a crappy movie." He scoffed as he took a potato chip out of the bag and shoved it in his mouth. She wanted to strangle him.

How did one explain that she watched the movie over and over because of the shape of Dakota Johnson's nose in one particular scene? No one would believe her anyway, not unless they were an insane artist like her too.

The woman had a nice nose, that was that. Many of her painting featured a similar nose, and even though she'd drawn it over and over. She could never get it right without a reference.

Jamie Dornan's abs were nice to look at but that was besides the point, the movie was crappy, she wouldn't deny that.

"I told you why I watched it over and over and you never believe me! I just don't have anything to do after I've sketched out the nose so I just play the movie in the background while I paint." She argued, snatching the bag of chips away from him. He gave her a 'I-hope-a-rat-eats-your-hairline' look. Yes, that's what he called it.

"Hey hey hey, nothing wrong with admitting that you're a horny hag." He grinned, and though she saw him as nothing but a friend she'd probably sacrifice one of her kidneys for, she had to admit his grin was charming. The thing was, Keegan himself was charming. She used to have a tiny crush on him, she'll admit. But then she realized that was just the case with all immortals.

They all had this ethereal and undying beauty that was there to stay for life. And as an immortal, Keegan has always had that. Not a single scar, pore or blemish on that beautiful face of his. His hair was as golden and curly as it was when she met him hundreds of years ago, his eyes were still the same light blue she remembered. Personality wise however? He became a bigger and bigger pain in the ass everyday.

She wouldn't trade him for anything though, maybe a bag of potato chips, nothing more.

"Just put on the darn movie." She groaned, the cat on her shoulders finally jumped down and followed Keegan as he walked over to the living room. If she didn't know any better she'd assume her cat wasn't going to the other room to bite Keegan. The two had a rivalry older than time.

Movie nights with Keegan every Friday were always fun, and tonight was no exception. She laid back on the couch and watche Keegan pause on every scene Taylor Lauren was shirtless and explain how he'd be a housewife for him anyday. Sometimes she did forget her Keegan was in fact bisexual, considering how often he talked shit about the male species despite being a part of it.

But oh, there was always the same argument. "That's different, I'm Keegan. I'm superior." was how it always worked when it came to him.

"Look at those pecs, no lube, no protection, all night—" "I hope a snake sucks up your eyeballs."

He gave her a smug look, "Kinky." She dumped the bag of chips on him.

She had fun, surely she did. Yet she couldn't help but feel as if something was coming, she knew it was. But she also knew she had a year left. A whole year. She tried to listen to Keegan yap and tried to get her mind off of it even after he left, tried to get her mind out of it even when he left with five scratches and two bites from Anya, tried to forget it even as she got ready for bed.

Though it took time, she finally felt her mind go blank once her eyes closed and sleep came over her.