I found myself in the cabin that was lit for some reason. All the small table lights except the one on the corner were turned on, leaving the corner completely pitch black.
"Hello, Mr. Soul Ripper. I thought you didn't like being in the spotlights." I mocked.
"There's only one thing I like in this universe..." I saw his grin shine through the dark corner.
He started walking out of the dark. No... No way.
I saw his face transition as he got light hitting his body. The void under his hoodie disappeared, his eyes turned normal before his grin did... and immediately he became the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life.
"... and that's what you have become." Alastair smiled.
"A-Alastair..." I was in shock. I felt myself out of breath. Words got stuck in my throat. I couldn't speak, I couldn't do anything but stare at him.
"Hi, Evelyn." He continued smiling. "You wanted to get to know me.""I- I don't understand."
"Sit down." He motioned me to sit.
I obeyed.
"Seriously I can't believe how you haven't made the connection all this time." He handed me a glass of water.
It all made sense. The familiar feeling I got from him, the voice, the way he tended to me. His face changing that day at the bar, his eyes changing colors as he looked at me. The fact that he always had to leave before sundown. I saw all my memories with him flash before my eyes. I couldn't believe how I never even thought of the possibility.
"So when you told me you also saw the soul collector-" I spoke.
"I do look at the mirror sometimes." He smiled.
"So it wasn't a coincidence we met?"
"Nope. All planned, all along."
"By who?"
"Well by your father of course." He smiled wider.
Then it hit me. My father's note... He knew he was going to die. Alastair knew too. Oh, how I wanted the truth all my life... and now that things were starting to unfold, I was unsure if it was the truth I wanted.
"So... now that we're officially dating." He jumped from his seat. "Can't say I want to meet your parents cause I already did. Great people by the way. Loved you more than anything in this world. Even more, than they loved each other." He walked around the fireplace. "Well... in that case. My name is Spade." He looked at me.
"Wasn't that your last name?"
"Well, you see... soul collectors don't really have family names. Alastair is my human name and since I'm not really one, call me Spade." He was way too enthusiastic about this.
"Why are you so happy?"
"It feels nice to open up to someone. You'd know that." He smiled.
I understood him. In a fucked up way, I could relate to him. He was there for me even in my darkest, and he longed for someone to do the same for him. Living in a world where you couldn't show your true face to anyone... you fall in love, but you've also seen your love be terrified of you and there's nothing you can do to change it.
"I'd like to know you more." I leaned towards the armrest.
"Ask away, love." He made a glass of water appear again for himself and took a sip.
"First of all, what are you drinking?"
"This? Haha. It's just regular water. Next."
"Tell me more about soul collectors. Like, how do you function?"
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Spade
Mystery / ThrillerOne thing they always say, be afraid of the one with nothing to lose. Well, that's the case with Evelyn Sullivan. Haunted, full of hate, betrayed, manipulated. Can a broken mind shatter into more pieces to leave nothing behind? Or is the one good...