Death Follows (ON HOLD)

Death Follows (ON HOLD)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jul 1, 2017
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"B-But...you're dead. You're supposed to be dead, I saw it with my own eyes!" I shriek at the man in front of me. "Don't strain yourself sweetheart," he replies with a smirk, "I did in fact die, but then I got bored of spectating other people's lives, so you know what I did?" I backed away as he advanced closer to me, tripping over a branch, I still attempted to crawl and escape, yet failed as my back hit a tree. "I came back out to play," he says with a wickedly sinister smile. He then proceeded to squat down to my level and brings his hand up to my face. Fear rises like bile in my throat. "How?" I finally have the courage to whimper. "Cause baby I, I am death itself," he answers his face only inches away from mine. In some strange way, I was attracted to him. But something in my mind was screaming at me, warning me. Guess I should've listened.
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'What are you doing here?' he said angrily forcefully yanking my arm. 'I told you to stay hidden.' I pulled my arm free. 'I know but I wanted to help!' I told him with creased brows wondering why we were wasting time. 'By getting yourself killed? Is that your idea of helping?' his deep eyes shot daggers at me. 'I don't care! This is my fight too?' I argued shooting back the daggers. 'You don't...' he mumbled the rest of the statement running his hand through his hair in obvious frustration. 'This is a war, not one of your childish games, Santana.' Injured by his words, I shot back. 'Then i would rather die than li...' I stopped when the atmosphere immediately changed...drastically. His eyes narrowed into mere slits as his face grew dark and he seemed to loom darkly and threateningly over me. I shivered as I stepped back in both awe and fear. He suddenly scooped down and gripped my shoulders pulling closer to him while lifting me off the ground until i was almost the same height as him. 'I will rip everyone's throat with my bare hands before I let anyone touch you.' he hissed his eyes a deep shade of grey that they were almost black. What the hell? * * * All Santana wanted was to live an quiet life. After what happened to her Grandmother everyone's eyes were on her family and all she had to do was to try and not be a psycho... how hard could it be? Oh...she had no idea. From her recurring dream to her brother's terrifyingly accurate intuition to her own ability see beyond the physical, it was becoming increasingly obvious that something was amiss... ***

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