Death Is My Frenemy (Book Three)

Chapter 2: Light in the Darkness

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You're his.

I squeezed my throbbing head at that thought, my stomach turning over at the continuous whine of a distant horse. I could only imagine the heated stare it's rider was giving the church, what sweet nothings he was planning on doing to me on his pleasurable terms-- which was obviously the use of sharp objects, tormenting, and allusions.

I peered through the bottom of the dusty window I was sitting next to. I couldn't spot him, but my stomach told me he was somewhere out there by the forest, watching me with eyes narrowing and leisurely licking his sharp, steak-knife teeth in a hungry manner as he imagined every way to torture my existence. And for what? Inflicting pain onto him and giving the bastard a sweet dose of his own medicine? As far as I was concerned, Death's explanation about how hitting him with a cross was more severe than ruining my sanity wouldn't be believable.

If my stomach hurts when Death's hungry, he won't stay there for that long at the amount of pain I have right now, I concluded to myself. But what if he lied about that, too?

How long would I have to stay in the church until it was safe to leave? I stretched my feet out, sighing, and tried to ignore the fact that my tongue was getting drier and drier by the minute and the only water in the church was simply sinful to drink. Besides my outsized thirst, there was nothing else I could reflect on besides what my Mother had enlightened upon me. About Death...about David.

Just the thought of David being Death the entire time made my insides tremble with resentment and my tear ducts hurt with betrayal. I would think of them separately until I fully understood the situation. It made sense, in a way, that David had close to me almost the entire day--if in fact he was my Guardian Angel. But as I lay against the cold walls of the church I realized just how fake that thought had been. When David told me he was his Guardian Angel I would have gotten the hell out of there. I stayed because somehow between the time I had met him for an interview, and the day he told me what exactly he was, a Light Angel, the man had formed a leash and collar around my neck. Anything David told me, no matter how ludicrous it was, I would have believed him completely, without even a question against it.

The same went for Death.

I recalled a few moments I had utterly angered David and his facial features had twitched slightly with warning. I remembered the way he always held himself back during his random rage fits. How his chocolate brown eyes would sometimes soften after he alleged something utterly nasty towards myself as if was proud that he had not slapped me straight across the face...or worse.

In the peaceful and safe atmosphere of the church, David Star's character was starting to coming a lot more clearer to me.

There were many things David Star had said to me that had lingered for a sliver a second around my mind that it was untrue or strange, then had disappeared without a trace from my brain. And it began the moment I met him on the day that I met him. But I also wondered if that was what he intended. At first glance of David Star's expression at my arrival and the way he challenged me right off the bat with his words, precision and good looks, made me think that man would be exactly like Miranda Priesley from Devil Wears Prada, beauty, bitch, and all. Funny, I wasn't too far off at that particular accusation.