Death is My BFFLAD (Book two)

Soft cotton met my hands. He handed me my clothes and made me get dressed as he turned his back and tried my window a few times, pulling it up and down. After a while, he started to run his dark fingers over the outside of the window, whispering a foreign tongue.

"What are you doing?" I asked, slurring slightly.

The hooded man turned to look over his shoulder at me. "Putting a....we'll call it a spell on your house, so that you don't get eaten alive while you're sleeping. Now go lay on your bed under the covers and be quiet, you're being very annoying."

I blinked a few times before doing what he said. After some more whispering, Death walked into my bathroom, flipped a light on, moved my shower curtains to the side, closing the door behind him when he exited. He checked the closet and even under the bed as well.

I watched him the entire time.

Death lifted his head from under my bed. I could feel his eyes on me and had he not been wearing a hood, that would be the only part of his face I would have seen the way he was peering over the bed.

I could have sworn I heard Death swear under his breath before he finally spoke. "God, I can see it already in your eyes." He lifted the rest his hooded head from its hidden spot next to my bed. "You're going to want to spill everything of me to your Mother. You're going to think it'll help you feel better, you'll reconnect with her." He laughed a little, then grew serious. "But I want to let you in on a secret, Faith...one that I thoroughly hope you remember the next time you wish to tell anyone of me, or any of those sweet memories that will graze your precious mind within the next few days."

Abruptly, his fingers met the inside of my wrist. "You're bonded to me," he said darkly, rubbing the area a few times. "And I've never kept any of my slaves or Hell Hounds for any longer than a few months-- without killing them, that is. Slaughtering them, actually. Maybe it's because I'm sadistic, or I grew up with a bastard for a Father, or maybe I just enjoy the thrill of watching the light leave another's eyes. The point of the matter is...I like to kill things for fun, I have severe anger issues--to the point that I sometimes have to be chained up, and I love the taste of blood. Had my scythe been wiped, it would have the DNA of thousands from its tip to end. I've always been like this and being as I am is what makes the world go right."

The bed dipped significantly. Death had lay down next to me, facing my stilled body as I continued to stare blankly at him. "So you see. Faith," he whispered to me, holding my wrist out between us as he slipped off one of his gloves. He revealed a large, tanned hand of a young man, that dripped with inky black lines from his finger tips, to the mystery of darkness past his sleeve.
He hovered those bare finger tips along the skin of my arm and sending thousands of electrical currents to my chest.

"I do anything I wish to humans just like you," he continued, whispering. "I assure you, if you ever tell a soul of my presence, it would be my absolute pleasure to slit each and every person you have spoken to in your entire life's, neck, then play each of the kills on high definition for you. Sound like fun?"

His finger neared towards my bared neck. As our skin met, I felt my skin grow a thousand degrees hotter. He slid an imaginary knife across my throat then sat up on the bed close to my face, leaning over.

"I hope you're extra fiesty the next time we encounter one another," Death admitted in a low voice. "I prefer that, to 'disoriented Faith'," he hissed out hotly, brushing his warm lips over a sensitive part of my neck. Moments later the cloaked man dissapeared into a cloud of darkness.

"Faith?" My Father had his hand on my arm. It was what pulled me out of the memory. "Is everything ok?"

I blinked a few times before being able to answer "Yes, sorry. I'm still a little...ill."

Ill? Don't you mean, still under the trance Death unethically put you in so that you would be like a rag doll once again? You shouldn't even be talking to your Father right now. You should be getting your revenge with Death. You should be sorting out those memories of yours that are waiting to be unraveled like a yo-yo! What are you doing?!