The club.

The awakening.

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The night of her fifteenth winter was cold and utterly lonely for the girl. The house seemed big, dark and frightening, as if a ghost would pop up anytime to grace the hall with it's presence. 'Fitting' thought the slight of a girl bitterly. She was tired and felt as if a void would pop and eat her existence, not that she particularly cared if it really happened. So really, it shouldn't have come as a surprise to her family and enemies that she committed suicide. 

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The room felt breezy and smelled of sunshine and spring. Her head was aching and her limbs felt uncooperating, as if they were made of lead. It was a weird feeling, an alien one as if her body weren't her own. But it was silly, maybe she was still dreaming so she thought she should just drift off in dreamland. 

"I know you're awake princess, it's high time you were anyway. So open your eyes and bear the consequences of the fate you brought on yourself." 

The voice belonged to a male and felt icy, dripping of hate and commanding. She bristled at the thought of the arrogant being next to her and wondered about the so called consequences. 'Oh, right.' ,she murdered herself. Was it heaven, or more likely hell ? 

The girl's long and delicate eyelashes fluttered like the wings of an exquisite butterfly. Her delicate nose scrunched as if the action was too tiring and her eyebrows twisted in a pained expression. This waking up business wasn't likeable. But where was the pain coming from if she was dead. The panic from thinking she was still alive made her eyes fly open in panic. 

She sought the one next to her but the aching she felt since the return of her consciousness spread throughout her body. She tested her throat but it felt parched and her voice didn't cooperate when she tried to call out. Well, it's not like she wanted to get up anyway. Her view included a fabulous ceiling. Hey, don't look like that, it was white and utterly charming. 

A chuckle worm out from the man as if hearing the amusing girl's thoughts. 

"Don't worry, you'll be able to move in a few. Just until the soul accommodates to the body. Drink this until then." 

She felt the room getting breezy and felt a refreshing feeling. There was something dripping on her rosy lips and when she opened them she discovered it was water. Sweet, cold, delicious water. 

"Yeah, elemental water from the queen does taste great." 

The man was not making any sense since the beginning but now he sounded even more lunatic. Maybe he was touched in the head, if so she should extend her understanding. 

She felt the man bristle in anger and it was weird. It felt like prickly waves that were directed at her. 

Immediately after her thoughts the sensation stopped.  

"Really, such an odd man." a crystal clear and sweet voice broke in the room. The bell sounding words of the girl  made the man freeze in uncertainty. But the feeling once again disappeared as soon as she felt it. 

As if testing her voice the girl asked: 

"Where am I? Who are you ? Why am I here? Did you know you're the 'hot and cold' type? Funny" the questions blurted all at the same time came out as a sparrow's song. The giggles of the girl at the final of her inquiring sounded sweet, enticing, like the symphony of a maestro. 

The man remained quiet, in wonder, making the girl turn her head in roused interest. 

'Oh, I can move.' thought the girl taking in the return of feeling in her body. She prompted her back on the fluffy, white pillow. She threw a look around the room observing the fancy and elegant decorations, the big windows and the blue, white laced curtains that impeded the rays of sun from blinding the room. 

She inclined her body towards the other occupant of the room, taking in his looks. 

'Hmm, pretty handsome but not my type.' and as soon as she finished the man seemed furious. 

"Anger is your look. But you have to be careful, you'll attract weirdoes and perverts like that." and this time her laugh sounded like to melody of an angel's harp. 

The man seemed to drop his frown at it's sound but soon recovered it as if shaking himself from a spell. 

"Please refrain yourself from commenting about my person. If you waited a bit I would have answered your questions. So shut your trap and listen well, 'cause I do not repeat." the man finished, indignation marring his expression once again. 

"It's the fault of that three times damned old man. It's his fault and he makes me clean his mess again. So don't make this more difficult than it has to be." the man grumbled, unhappiness oozing from him like a cheap cologne. 

'He doesn't make sense again.'  

The man gave out a heavy sigh and said: 

"You committed suicide on a snowy night and was sent to the old man's morgue frozen and perfectly unmarred. This old man I speak of is a high being that you may call god, so you won't have to hurt your little pretty brains with the actual explanation." 

"Rude.." she inputted with a pout in her voice but she was interrupted loudly by the infuriating man. 

"Anyway, the old man owned the morgue you were sent at and your parents told him that he was to do with your body anything he wanted . By the way you seem to have a special way to piss off people if your parents were that uncaring about your death." the man finished in a biting tone. 

But the girl contemplated him with a serene face, unnerving him. He quickly recovered and continued: 

"And the old man in his infinite stupidity, thought you looked pretty like that, dead and pristine, and that you would look even more beautiful as a doll. But your soul, even though it drifted off in Neant still kept a thread of connection with your body. So the only way for the old man to maintain you frozen and pretty was to pomp you full of his cosmic energy. I repeat , infinite stupidity. And every decade he kept doing it until your existence changed. You could classify yourself as a god now. Congratulations." the man finished in a false, cheery, sarcastic tone. 

"It's 12015 now, according to your calendar. A bit over 10 000 years passed since your death and Earth is no longer the place you knew. My name is Michail and you were left in my "care" when the old man felt your awakening. I think he was too coward to man up for his mistakes." Michail trailed off in an unsure tone at the expressionless face of the girl. 

"Any questions, girl?" 

"My name is Cristina, you can shorten it to Criss or call me Jay though I won't tell you where it comes from. I'll call you Mika." and the girl directed a brilliant smile at the man, as if a rose shyly bloomed just for him. And a bit of ice melted from the man's heart. 

"I'll be in your care from now on." Criss continued demurely making Mika wonder just what he signed himself for.