Be My Friend

Chapter 30: (Don't Fear) The Reaper

Some odd hours later of watching TV and cracking jokes, I decide on making grilled cheese and French fries for dinner. Which, Damian had no objection to. Honestly, I don't think that he has any objection to any food given to him.

Nym weaves himself in between my legs as I flip the food in the pan. She was looking for attention as if I could give it to her at that moment. She was so clingy.

I turn the stove off and slip the food onto two separate plates and set them down on the kitchen island where Damian sat across from me on his own stool. I grab the ketchup from the fridge and begin eating my own plate of food. We eat in silence just enjoying each other's company.

After finishing everything up; I throw the remainder of any food from our plates and set them in the sink.

"I'm going to take the trash out. I'll be back in a flash." I make lame finger guns but it doesn't fail to make his lips twitch in amusement.

I tie the black garbage bag and slip on my black runners. I make my way out the door and into the chilly night air. My breath forms clouds in front of me as I set the garbage bag down at the end of my parkway.

As I turn around I yelp in surprise as a dark figure in front of me looms five feet away from myself.

"Jesus, Damian. You scared the shit out of me." I clutch my chest that contains my rapidly beating heart and takes a few calming breaths. The dark figure makes no effort to move and I realized they're covered in a cloak that seemed to be void of all light. My stomach drops as the silence engulf us.

"Damian?" I ask tentatively and take a step back but the figure mirrors my movements with a sharp step forward. I suck in a shaky breath.

"This isn't funny. Whatever you're doing, knock it the fuck off." I demand but my voice wavers. I take another step back but again it takes a step forward; a bigger one than previously. My chin trembles and I bite my lip in fear. This definitely was not Damian.

Suddenly the thing in front of me begins walking forward in jerky unnatural movements. I trip and fall on the trash bag I set down a while ago trying to get away. Of course! Oh, the irony. It's always the lanky clumsy idiot that doesn't manage to get away in time.

The figure reached out towards me with pale skeleton-like hands. Charcoal sharp-tipped nails and a black substance ran through its veins. I let out a yelp and my eyes widen in horror as its ebony talons latch onto either side of my face.