⚠️ CAUTION: UNDER CONSTRUCTION , CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN ⚠️ Copyright © 2015 by imnotshortimfunsized Life is not guaranteed. It's not something we've earned, or deserve. It's a gift that God himself has given us. It's crazy, stupid, and beautiful. But life has quite a nasty lover, death. They are in a constant tango, when one life is taken another one is given. While one family sits at a grave sight watching their loved one return to dust, another watches a beautiful baby's birth. No matter how hard we try, we can never prevent the inevitable. Like it or not, you have an expiration date. We all do. But, is everything in this life as it seems? Why is it that my life is falling apart, but a drug dealer/rapist is getting rich with his toes in the sand? Why am I being hunted? Why am I someone's prey? Why me? Why am I falling for the man that yearns to see the life drain from my body? My death has become a game of some sorts... for both of us. He tries to kill me, he fails, we spend the night together, and in the morning hes gone. To be honest., I would never admit to myself that I fell inlove with my killer... a killer that was very bad at his job... killing. I was #1 on his kill list, and I knew it. But I had always pondered on the question that still remained... If he really did get a good chance to kill me... would he do it? It had always upset me if I had pondered on the question for too long, and to be honest I don't really know why. Afterall he had been trying to kill me for 4 years now, and he still had not succeded. There were still many, many questions that have not been answered... Why is he so strong and fast? Why is he so inhumanly gorgeous? Why hasn't he killed me already? Why does he want to kill me? Does he... like me back? My name is Saphire Williams. And I am falling for the fallen.

Time, fate, chaos, willpower, nature: ideas born from man, used by man, honored by man. Most of the time, at least. These ideas, these concepts, unbeknownst to humankind, have been born into this world as human-like beings, and for the whole of mankind’s existence, they have lived among them as fleeting faces. For the most part, they have remained unnoticed, even by their own kind. Until the War of Nations. Chance, the being of fate, joined forces one hundred years ago with a cruel man by the name of Demarcus Sotelo, threatening those of his own kind to join or suffer. Tyme, having refused to surrender, longs for the vengeance of her only ally and friend, soon learning she is not alone on her quest in the final resting place of the human race. Not just her kind, but humans as well, long to be free of the chains Chance has bound them with, and the whispers of a revolution begin to spread. Revenge is sweet. But revenge, true vengeance, is decadent. -=-=-=-Author's Note-=-=-=- This story is a work in progress. In other words, I'll be changing it up almost constantly. At the moment, I'm really just getting it down so I can finish it. Additionally, I'd like to thank @juliaviktoria for the epic cover, and the rest who supplied an amazing array of choices: @BravadoFakingGlory @Bailley3 @Rebels_in_motionless @SugarwithSpice Once again, thank you so much!