(ON HOLD)The Tale From Death to Death

and so she became......

Jessica Fairing had only one wish. And that was to die. Now before you start thinking that Jessica was depressed or had a terrible family with no friends. That is not true in the slightest. In fact she had a loving family with her father mother and older sister. She had few friends but they were the sort to be there when things went to hell and you were all alone.

No she was a normal girl with a normal life. But there was one thing. She was obsessed with death. Now she did not go around killing animals, nor did she imagine killing people. She was merely obsessed with the idea of death and that death was an entity.

She wished and wished that she could meet this entity that she could barley stand the idea of living. But whenever she went to kill her self she always thought about the people who love here and whom would miss her. She couldn't do anything but wait for death to come take her away.

Jessica was around 18 years old and has had this obsession for a few years now. She would often get the feeling that she would not live to the age of 20. But that's alright she thought, because she was not afraid of death.

The years went by as she thought about death. Her longing to meet this entity only grew stronger as the years went by. It turns out that she had lived past 20. At this time she was 25. She had no significant other, nor a child. She lived alone in her apartment. One day Jessica was out walking the streets because, to tell the truth, she had nothing better to do.

She was just passing by one of her favorite little corner stores when she felt some one shove her. She fell sprawling in to the street just as an ambulance was rushing by. Of course she was hit. "Surely this is were I die" she thought and smiled to her self.

"I'm afraid not Jessica" a mysterious male voice told Jessica. When she opened her eyes she seen that she was in a hospital room. A hooded figure was standing over her. She gasped. The hooded figure slumped a little and Jessica noticed this.

"You must be death" she spoke directly towards the hooded figure. She smiled a large excited smile.

"Yes I am." The hooded figure spoke slowly, as if tired or sad. "Jessica did you truly wish to meet me?" He looked up and yet Jessica could still not see his face.

"Yes I did, you look exactly how I imagined." She slowly sat up in the hospital bed to get a better look at death.

"You truly are not afraid of me?" Death asked in a pained voice. "Most people are terrified when the see me. Although I take the form they imagine me to be."

"I am not afraid of you death, in fact I have been wanting to meet you for some time now." She tilted her head to one side "I never knew that you took the form of what people imagine. Although I guess that would make sense, since there are so many interpretations of you."

"Yes that is exactly right." Death began to turn aroun. He was heading for the door. Jessica called out.

"Death wait, please I want to die." She had reached out and grabbed death's cloke. He froze and slowly turned to look at her.

"Why do you wish to die so badly?" He asked her. "This was only supposed to be a near death experience." He stood by her bed side once more.

"All I want to do is be with you Death. That's all I think about." She was still holding on to his cloke, so she grabbed a hold of it with the other hand.

"Very well Jessica, but to grant you this, you must become my apprentice. Do you accept?" Death merely stood by Jessica's bedside. A scythe suddenly appeared in his hands.

Hay this is star. I have many more ideas for this story. If you want me to make more just let me know and I will be happy to abblige.

Death "I will be waiting for you."