My name is Angile Deville, and I, am dead. Well, to put it more accurately, undead. "It wasn't always this way." That's how all of the stories start. Well, not this one. Not that this is what you would call a story. I was born undead. Some stories would call me a "vampire" or a "zombie." I am neither. I am immortal. I don't need food or drink to survive. No, I also do not need to drink the blood of others. I do not breathe, I do not sleep. I don't even have a heart that has ever, or will ever beat. I do not have lungs that ever contract. I do not have blood that runs through my veins, which I do have. What does run through my veins that make my body function? Fire. So, in a sense, I cannot be undead because I was never alive, nor was I ever dead. Yes, I do have a story to tell. If you are already bored, then don't bother reading. After all, it's only a story to you.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.