Nine Lives

I'm Death part 1

  I stood up from my chair, backing away from the table, from the stranger, who I could tell was a male. I continued to back away not taking my eyes off his slowly approaching figure.  And that was why I  made the whitest mistake in every horror movie ever made; I tripped over one of those stupid hay stacks  on the floor, landing right on my butt. I tried to get up but it was as if I was glued to the floor. I t was at this very moment I knew I was going to die, the man was steadily moving closer.  I closed my eyes as he crouched down beside me. His hand touched my face; flinching back my eyes sprung open.

"Mine"

He was beautiful. No, he was stunning. He had the darkest brown eyes that I've ever seen. They were almost black and they seemed to stared deep into my soul. Trailing my eyes lower I noticed his full, rosy lips , that had a small pout in them giving him a sexy innocent look. His facial features were perfect, his shoulders broad. Flicking my eyes back up I took in his wind swept jet black hair with white tips. I wondered if it was as soft as it looked. 

"Beautiful."

He chuckled, " Well, thanks. I'd say ruggedly handsome, but to each their own."

I blinked realizing that I had spoken out loud; my cheeks heated up again for the second time that night. I looked up seeing his hand extended in front of me. An offering to help me up. Hesitantly I extended my arm gripping his hand in  mine. 

"I-I'm sorry, but, uh, d-did you s-say s-something earlier, " I stuttered, not able to think clearly with him touching me, " I mean, I think, you said mine."

"That is indeed correct, my dear," he smiled a crooked, sensual, smile letting my hand go. I breathe a sigh of relief taking a step back.

"I'm sorry I think  you meant someone else, like, um, " I looked around before pointing to Katherin, " Her."

He looked over, studying her for a second before shaking his head, "No, she's too much of a hedonist and she's kinda nefarious to people she believes is under her. You know what I mean." 

He looked at me as if daring me to deny it. "Hedonist?"

"One who believes pleasure is the sole aim in life."

"Oh,"I felt like a idiot, " uh I'm not yours"

"Oh? Aren't you?"

He quickly grabbed me around the waist pulling me against his body and made as if to kiss me on the neck as I tried to push him away. "S-s-s-stop! Get off me!"

He didn't listen instead he pulled me closer, his mouth on my neck, stinging. 

"Are you biting me!" I tried to push him away, again, this time he moved, taking several steps away from stumbling as if he were drunk. There was something staining his lips red.  Oh my god. My hand flew to my neck coming away clean.  Confused I ran to the mirror, against the wall behind us, he quietly watched me as I starred at myself in the mirror.  "This isn't me."

The girl standing in the mirror had the same light skin as me, but her hair was light lavender, with darker purple streaks in it. It was thick and set in fluffy layers cascading around my shoulders.  I reached up to touch it hesitantly but as I did I caught sight of my hands, which were now smooth and dainty, but the nails were extended into claws. My mouth opened up to scream but I stopped short seeing that those weren't the only changes . It was as if all my unnecessary body fat has just melted away. I twisted slightly before turning back straight quickly, my eyes flicking back to see the stranger  still staring at me; my cheeks heated up again.

"Mhm," he said, "Slim thick."

My checks turned redder, " S-s-shut u-u-up"

I pushed  my hair behind my left ear noticing for the first time my neck, more like what was on my neck. Instead of there being a wound, there was a medium sized , shaded tattoo of a hand holding  a flame, the smoke curling up to form a bold D. 

"What did you do to me...," I turned to him, " What the hell did you do to me!"

He smiled -a cocky, arrogant smile, " Is that the question you really want answered, darlin'? "

I hissed. Wait. I hissed. What in the crap. I paused as my tongue pressed against something sharp inside my mouth. 

"Yes, it is. Wait, no, who are you?"

"Ah," he clasped his hands together, " that is the million dollar question, is it, darli-"

"Don't."

"I do as I please but if you must know I am Lord Death," he gave an elegant bow, " Pleased to meet you, Piper."

"D-d-death..y-y-y-ou aren't g-going t-t-to k-k-k-k-kill m-me r-r-r-right," I took a few steps away from him.

"No, darlin, I think I might want to keep you."

"K-keep me? W-why?"

God I wish I could stop stuttering.

"Because you're mine."

I'm no one, a pariah."

He made a noise low in his throat, which at the time I chalked to a growl, "Never. Let me hear you say that again. Ever. Got that, " He took a step closer.

I looked down, "Whatever."

He made another one of those noises , "Fine."

I looked up just in time to see something hurtling toward me. The last thing I heard before everything went back was, "I'll be back for you on your 17th birthday."

When I woke up I was covered in white fur with a light being shined in my face, "Who are you, " the voice behind the light demanded.

"I don't know."

Everything went black again.