Falling In Love With Death

24: Does It Matter?

Amaryllis Roman

"Defining Characteristics Of Supernaturals

Angels: Usually wear long clothes that cover the arms and legs due to their red coloured veins. High cheekbones and protruding limbs(usually very tall), sugar will burn them.

Sinistrams: Iris of the eye has a slight tint of blue, salt causes them to break into hives, usually surrounds themselves around older people as they are easier targets.

Auxilium's: Ears are bent inwards usually hidden by hair, will react violently to white roses, the aroma of the Rose if administered the right way can kill them.

Pixies: long sharp teeth, can not enter church.

Archangels: Three scars on left side of the right thigh in the shape of a triangle, led is lethal to them.

Lupum (werewolf): Golden eyes, as a result will wear contacts that burn through daily(constant itchy eyes), silver will kill them.

Lamia (vampire): Skin radiant, avoid daylight, constantly wearing sunglasses, stake to the heart, holy water does not affect them.

Centaurus: Will usually have a limp in their walk, never wear shorts or capris always pants for flexibility, will never eat goat."

The list went on and on, creatures I'd only ever read about in fairytales were real and coming to life. For last 5 hours I had been engrossed in reading about them, I'd gotten through at least 200 creatures. Dragons, sphinx, ghouls, the list was endless.

I leaned back in my chair and sighed. My cuts were starting to sting and the drops of sweat rolling down my neck weren't helping either. The turtle neck was really bothering me and I regretted wearing it.

I would still continue to wear it for the next week or so. I mean what choice did I have. With the bruises and scars left behind from my dream visit with Mali there wasn't much I could do to make it heal faster. All I could do was cover up and if I had to endure uncomfortable itchy turtle necks, then so be it.

But the underlining problem was more relevant than ever. If Mali could hurt me this badly in my dreams, then just how much damage could she do in person? And how long could I keep my bruises and scratches hidden from Death?

I pulled at my hair as I rested my head down on the book. I checked the time on my watch and saw it was near 10 am.

"What am I going to do?" I whispered as a tear slid down my cheek hitting the book.

This was all too overwhelming. I mean I was barely 18.

"Did I make you cry?" A voice called from behind me.

I lifted my head off of the book and turned around. I almost laughed as I set my eyes on Havoc. Did he really even care?

I ignored him and layed my head back down.

"What do you want Havoc?" I said closing my eyes.

I knew if he didn't leave soon I would smack him, my tolerance level was already reaching its maximum.

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior this morning." I snorted.

"Is that you talking or Chaos?" I asked trying to fall asleep. I heard Havoc breathe out in frustration and pull up a chair beside me.