My Soul To Take book # 1 Shadow Hearts

My Soul to Take book # Shadow Hearts

A single car drove down a lonely road, it was poring rain which made the dessert road dark and slippery. The driver of the car, a middle aged man in a dress shirt and slacks was behind the wheel, his polished leather shoes where pressed on the gas pedal.

A girl sat in the front seat, the most noticeable thing about her was her eyes. They looked like opals, with flecks of dark green, blue, and gold. Even with the fearful look in them they where beautiful. She was holding on to the oh shit handle with one hand and the arm rest with the other, she knew what was going to happen. every once in a while I came across a special human who did. I normally didn't watch my victims like this, I didn't like dealing with girls souls, I felt like I was killing them and it felt wrong to me somehow. But this one was interesting. She had a perfect heart shaped face, an olive completion. Mahogany collared hair fell almost to her waist, it was heavily layered, the shortest top layers where spiked in different directions and a streak of blue ran though each side. she wore a light blue dress shirt that was half unbuttoned and tied into a knot at her ribs, exposing her midriff. She had a belly pricing with a sliver heart charm dangling from it, and a tattoo just above the waist line of her jeans that read "the best of us can find happiness in misery" written in vines that lead to red roses, there where butterflies and a hummingbird on the roses. it was all encased in a black heart with blue feathers hanging off chains like a dream catcher. Her shirt read something learning center but the rest was covered by the leather motorcycle jacket she wore.

one black wore-out combat boot tapped nervously against the floor mat, and she chewed the inside of her check. She certainly knew something was going to happen.

"You should really slow down." She said to the man driving. He smiled at her...or more of leered and put his had on her thigh "its fine sweet heart." he said. She slapped his hand hard enough it would probably leave a pretty big mark and spat "I told you not to call me that" She had nerve.

"You don't tell me what to do, I believe it works the other way around." he said still leering at her.

"screw you." she said. I was really starting to like this girl.

Now that she was irritated some of the fear had faded. It was raining so hard I could barely see ten feet off the road. That meant the human man driving would only be able to see about five. But he didn't slow down, he didn't watch the road more carefully. He would the cause of this innocent girls death.

He looked over the girl and started to say "when we arrive you will pretend like nothing happened..." But he was cut off my the tires slipping on the wet road.

I watched from outside the car now as it slide to the shoulder of the road and then flipped down an embankment, it rolled to a stop at the bottom.

The man was dead on impact, and the girl was dying. It was both of their times, I reminded myself as I walked towards the car, boots crushing in the broken glass.

I ripped the door off the car and pulled the girl out onto the rain soaked ground.

Blood was running down her face from a head wound, there a bone sticking out of her leg which was bent at an odd angle, and worst of all a piece of mettle had went though her middle.

I grabbed her hand and started to draw her soul out, but something stopped me as I looked down at her. Her hair was in muddy knots now, her clothes covered in mud and blood, black eye liner and blood ran down her checks. Something about it was very unsettling, it was no where near the worst I'd seen but something about seeing this girl dead and broken was too much for me. I did the one thing I was ever suppose to do, save a human life.

I pulled the piece of mettle out as gently as I could manage and then I pressed my hand against the wound, warmth radiated between us and when I lifted my now bloody hand there was nothing but a blood stain where there had been a hole. I moved onto her leg, "I'm sorry about this" I said even though I knew she couldn't feel it. I set her leg back where it was suppose to be, causing it to make a sticking crack and then healed that too.Her head wound wasn't too bad, it only took seconds to heal.

She started breathing again.

I carried back up to the shoulder of the road, and took her phone from her back pocket and dialed 911. I explained there was a car crash and gave the exact location. After hanging up and replacing her phone I sat down next to her and laid her head in my lap, bushing the hair off her face and wiping some of the blood away I stated down at her.

She moved in my arms, her hand reached up and pressed against my check for a moment before falling limply to her chest again. Something awakened inside me at her touch. I let my fingers softly brush over her check, an intense warmth burned my hand where it touched her skin and made its way up my arm, down my shoulder and into my chest. I swear it felt like my heart was beating, even though I didn't have one. I let my fingers gently trial down her neck and stop at her collar bone, her limp body shivered and I knew it wasn't from being cold.

There was an electricity in the air like the feeling before an electrical storm, it crackled and shocked me the more I touched I her soft skin.

Her lulled sideways to revel bruising on her neck, it looked like someone had choked her.

I remembered what the man had been saying in the car. Had he raped her? He'd certainly tired if he hadn't. I checked the rest of her for damage not caused my the accident and found several other business in the shape of fingers or hand prints on her arms, and sides.

By this time she was steering.

I was furious at the man for whatever he had done to her, I had never felt anger at a human like this for this reason. It was like this girl had some kind of hold on me. The wreaked car behind us suddenly burst into flames. Sometimes when my emotions got the better of me it caused things in my environment to change. Anger usually started fires, exploded things, or caused drastic changes in the weather.

As fire met gasoline the car exploded, a piece of the fender landed a few feet from us but I didn't care. As I looked down at this unconscious girl in my arms something steered inside me, I swear it felt like my heart beat even though I didn't have one.

What was wrong with me? I'd just broken the number one rule, when someone was suppose to die you didn't stop their death. Orders where orders, and I had just failed mine. I couldn't bring myself to care right now though, there was something so special about this girl. I had never felt anything like this, I didn't think it was possible to feel this. I was an Angel Of Death, I wasn't suppose to feel emotion like this. She steered in my arms. I brushed her hair off her face, and caressed her check. She signed and relaxed, leaning into my touch. Like she enjoyed the way my skin felt on hers. If she was enjoying it too then there wouldn't be anything wrong with doing it some more while I waited on her ambulance.

When the paramedics arrived I laid her gently down onto the gravel and stood back watching one check her pulse while another started horrified at the blown up car and said "get fire out here now!" into a radio.

"The girls fine, its like she just decided to lay down on the side of the road and take a nap not like she was just in a car accident. Not a scratch on her" said the other amazed at what I'd done. She would be a medical marvel for a while after this.

I watched as they put her into the back of the ambulance and then went to dispose of the worthless bastard in the cars soul once I knew she was safe. I knew it wouldn't be the last time I saw this girl. I wouldn't be able to stay away after tonight. I stood in the road and watched the tail lights fade into the night before I turned and walked away.