Insanity is the Only Path to Happiness

The Art of Deals

My heart was racing, and I was merely texting the guy! I steeled myself and quickly sent, "I am ready."

Almost instantly, a message was sent to me. "Well, at least you do know how to make a quick decision. Meet me outside."

I quickly shut off my phone and went downstairs over to the front door. I gave myself a mental pep talk and opened it to find him standing outside.

He had looked pale when I first saw him, but now he looked bone white. Black hair with slightly grey tips covered his forehead and his eyes peeked out behind the fringe. They were an electric blue with a tinge of grey in the center near the pupil. I could see he was wearing a black leather jacket with chains and buckles hanging from it, with black ripped jeans and chains, black high tops and a tattered black shirt with a satanic cross on it. He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. "Are you done checking me out? Or is there a pose I need to model?"

I shook my head and glared at him. "What do you want? I came out here, now fix my sister!"

He tutted. "Relax. Your sister is feeling better as we speak, but it will continue to happen to her unless you agree to my deal."

"Which is?"

He thought for a moment, and then smiled. It looked fierce, not at all welcoming. "I want you."

I raised my eyebrow. "What do you mean, Me?"

"Exactly what I said. I want you. You will not hang out with anyone besides me, you will not date anyone else and I will be your constant companion in life. You will be mine as I have been yours for centuries."

I must have looked confused, for he raised his hand towards me."I can only explain it in this way. For centuries, I have searched for my Mate. This is the person who would be perfect for me no matter what. I found a previous incarceration of you in the year 1687. You were 17 at the time, and looking for a suitor. I agreed to your proposal; I would pretend to be your consort and keep you from dealing with idiotic suitors and in return I would receive monetary payment and a way out of the war between the Venetians and Turks. But, I did not realize your father knew about our little agreement. He sent you to an aunt who lived near the Parthenon and I was forced to fight in the battle against the Turks. But, on September 26, I was too late. The Parthenon was destroyed and when they had gotten all of the bodies they could from the wreckage, you were one among the dead."

I could feel myself shaking. "There is no way you are telling the truth! 1687 was almost 4000 years ago! How are you still alive? It makes no sense..."

He walked over to me, put one hand on my shoulder and put the other under my chin to tilt my head up. As he looked into my eyes, I could see the truth in his words. Somehow, he was alive. There was far too much wisdom in his gaze for there to be any other explanation. He tugged me closer to his body and put his arms around me. I was shorter than he was; my head was barely to his chest, and so he wrapped his arms around me while I stayed in the position I was, arms to my side and my head bowed down.

"Do not worry. Your sister is safe. Just please, consider what I have told you. I do not want you to be lost to me for all eternity." With that, he let go of me and stepped back. Raising his left hand, he quickly waved it in some random way and shimmered lightly before disappearing. Although I was impressed with his magic trick, I was still shocked by what he had revealed. Although something deep inside me yearned for him, I knew it was a terrible idea. The age gap alone was almost too much for me to handle. Plus, I still thought he was slightly creepy.

I opened the door and walked inside, deep in thought. I did notice Natalya by the front door, almost as if she were listening or about to go outside. But, I quickly dismissed that. That accident had robbed her of almost all dignity. If she were listening on the conversation, she would have told me.