Norse Mysteries

Chapter 3: I Made Someone Immortal

Chapter 3: I Made Someone Immortal

Hel’s POV

As I started to walk the streets of Las Vegas, I saw just how connected the Norse Myths and the Modern World is. I saw Frigg, weaving solid lights to leave the mortals wondering. I also saw some giants, who are living peacefully here. They seem invisible to the mortals, they phased like ghosts whenever they come to step on a mortal.

I continued to walk the streets.

I saw a beheaded man walking together with some people which no one seem to notice, except one.

That one was a very handsome boy, whose face looked scared at the beheaded man. He has golden blond hair and blue eyes, light skin, a lean body built like a swimmer. He brushed it off and he went back to walking with normal mortals. His blue eyes looked directly to me, then I felt something I shouldn’t have felt.

I could feel my heart throb faster, the heat rising to my cheeks. My super cold, pale cheeks turning warm.

What is this feeling?

I could see him walking towards me, with a smirk on his face. Then he stopped. He towered over me that my head was leveled to his shoulder.

“Hi.” He asked, looking at me with those blue eyes, I didn’t seem to explain. His eyes weren’t blue, but sapphire blue. Like Freya’s.

“Umm…hi…” I said obviously stuttering. I glared at my mistake.

“My name’s Alexander. I don’t have a surname, since my dad and mom left me when I was young to a really poor couple who treated me badly.” He said scratching his head.

“Do normal people tell their history to someone they just met. Jeez, you are stupid.” I said, looking away from the guy, trying to hide my warm cheeks. My heart throbbed faster. I needed to get out of here, quickly and not to see this guy again. So, I turned but he touched my arm.

“Wait, tell me your name.” My name? Uh…

“My name is… umm.. Hel.” I said and I quickly ran away to a dark alley.

I urged myself to stop. Breathing for air. I need to eat Food of the Gods to restore my energy… why…how… could he drain me so much!

“Hel!” A familiar voice said, I turned and saw Alexander running toward me, but with a horrified expression. He took me by my hand and pulled me to his strong chest. My heart went from slow stroll to 100 meter dash. I could feel more of heat in my cheeks.

“There are lots of ghosts in this place, be more careful.” He said. I snorted and I pushed him away.

“I-I am not s-scared of g-ghosts!!” I shouted, and I could feel the spirits stir.

“Yes you are. You are stuttering.” He smirked and crossed his arms. His short sleeved blue shirt was emphasizing how nice his arm was… WAIT! WHAT AM I THINKING!! I mentally slapped myself out of it.

Did I really stutter?

“Why are you following me!?” I quickly shouted.

“I think you’re really helpless and beautiful.” He smirked. More heat in my cheeks. Damn it. I have to kill this man.

A black smoke formed in my hand, and out came my dagger.

I hesitated. Seeing his happy eyes, that infuriating smirk… and it all stopped. Blood was trickling in his mouth, a blade in his chest. He fell dead in front of me. And I saw the murderer.