Guess Who's Back

Taste of Death

A stab to the chest, a gun to the head, a train running you over....is nothing compared to the pain that I have suffered in all my life.
My body has been numbed over the last few thousand years, I can't feel physical pain as much as I used to. But that is physical, mentally I've never been able to feel. Except with him.

My Prince Charming and my grim reaper, my god and my devil. With him my mind can feel. I don't want to feel, I want to be numb so that I don't feel the sting of life, I don't want to know the taste of joy for it will only last so long until it breaks, and is gone.

So in this moment, the moment where I am at my weakest, the moment I am no longer numb to the world. I just stand, I stand and stare. Into the nothingness those eyes hold. I don't fear things, fear makes things go by slower.

I raise my head. Peering into what I can only describe as my future."I don't want you." No emotion plays in my words. I can't feel but I can feel to much. All I see is the red eyes of demon before me. "You don't want me, but I want you and I will have you. You always thought I was going to kill you, that I wanted you to fear me. But True, all I've ever wanted from you is for you to submit to me. Through the mind." He pulls me closer placing his hand on the small of my back. "And body." His eyes wonder over me leaving nothing untouched by his gaze.

"In all my years, and I've lived a very very long time. Never has anyone quite as insane as you come into my life. And fuck it up so much and I am willing to place myself on my knees in front of them. And watch them run me through to end me." I was angry. I hated him with every fiber of my being. His eyes changed once more from his red to black. His anger was overwhelming, it seeped through every pore of his body. He pulled me even closer so that out chests were pressed up against each other. I could feel his mussels through his shirt and his chest heaving up and down as his hart picked up its pace."I wouldn't do that if I were you. You dare test me, I think you know what happens when you do that.
Or should I remind you what happened to your little friend. What was his name again? Oh right Fuzz." His words hit me hard. Fuzz, my closet friend in all the realms. He killed him before my eyes because he tried to save me from Hell Mates.

My vision began to blur, water started to poor down my cheek. I don't cry for the dead but Fuzz was the only one I ever Knew who would place himself in-front of the devil to save me. I can still remember that day as if it had only just happened.

I made my way down the halls . I had been called into the throne room with my only knolge being that Ryder wanted to see me. I had assumed it was because I had pissed off the head guard yesterday with my constant teasing over the fact he liked one of the maids. I entered the room to be met with Ryder's eyes boring down on me, he didn't seem mad but weirdly excited. I slowly approached him.

"Ryder you wanted to see me?" His eyes traced my figure. "Yes, I have a surprise for you. " His words didn't sound right. I could tell by the way he stood and leaned over me that what was about to happen wouldn't be good. "Bring him in." Ryder spoke to the guards who were standing by the doors. I watched as the huge oak door opened. There in the doorway was Fuzz, my best friend. My hart leapt with joy I couldn't believe my eyes. I hadn't seen him since I had left for Hell Mates. My joy didn't last long, I knew this was another sick twist in Ryder's game to break me.

The next thing I knew, I was thrown to the ground beside Ryder. Fuzz was dragged towards us, he had clearly been beaten. He was now on his knees in-front of Ryder, hands tied behind him. Ryder glanced towards me before pulling a silver dagger from his belt. My eyes widened."Well it looks as if we came to a check point in our little game True." His dead eyes turned to Fuzz." Poor Fuzz thought he could save you. Nighty night Fuzz." With that the dagger was shoved into his hart. I watched as the life faded from his eyes. I didn't cry , I just screamed. I watched as the blood poured out of him like a waterfall.I screamed and screamed in horror, my eyes met Ryder's a smirk playing across his face. "One day Ryder. It will be your blood that is on this floor."

I stared down at the floor, not wanting to meet his eyes. I couldn't take this. He was consuming my every thought, action , motive. My world was centered around him and only him. I wanted to escape into the shadows in the corner the room and hope that he wouldn't find me in the darkness, that maybe it would be to thick for him to see through. But Ryder has his ways, he has every damn resource at his disposal to find anyone he wants.

"So True, what will it be? Submit and we can finally end this game." His words sparked a fire in me. Telling me to push through to fight back. I had been at this game for far to long to give up now. " I would rather die than submit to you."Venom dripped from every word I uttered.

Black smoke began to rise from his feet and his face darkened, with a wicked smile plastered across it. "That can be arranged."