"Another one?" the bartender asked, but I had barely heard her over the music in the room. I smiled in reply, passing a hand through my damp scalp. I could feel the speakers pulsing through the floor and my entire body vibrating in reply.
"Sure, why not? Today is a good day," I smiled, taking a seat on the bar stool. Everyone was dancing, pressing their bodies against each other, often against people they didn't even know. I wasn't afraid of being recognized; everyone was too busy or too drunk to care. She handed me the glass with a fancy umbrella in it and I tossed it away, downing the sugary drink in a few seconds. I looked around, scanning the room for Lucifer, but I couldn't find him in the blurry mass of people. He was probably out there, being himself, pressing himself against some tall whore with fake everything. But I was dead, and it made me not care about anything, not even for the man I once loved against every odd, and with every drink I took, it made me care even less. While my blood was drowing in alcohol, it consumed the last drops of emotion I had left and I loved it.
"A Margarita," a woman came up next to me. She wore a tight red dress and a very visible scar ran down the back of her arm. She noticed my staring and she sent me a dirty look. "What?"
"Oh, nothing," I shrugged nonchalantly. I didn't have the energy to start a fight, although I wouldn't really have minded; the lack of a soul made me little more daring.
"You here alone?" she asked and after a few seconds, I realized she was speaking to me. I shook my head, swaying my hips to make the seat turn and errupted into a fit of laughter. I had probably had enough.
"No, with a friend," I replied and asked for another drink against my better judgement.
"And where is this friend?" she took a seat next to me, shouting over the music.
"God only knows," I said and laughed to myself.
"You look familiar," she pondered and I felt my heart jump slightly. I kept my head down, stirring my drink with the little umbrella. I had suddenly sobered up.
"I doubt it," I shrugged it off, looking around for Lucifer but he was still no where in sight.
"No, I know I've seen your face before," she said and I observed her from the corner of my eye, watching the realization hit her. "You're the one who killed those people!"
"I didn't kill anyone," I muttered in my defence.
"That's what they all say. Don't deny it honey, embrace it," she downed the remainder of her glass. "It isn't often that people can do that and still look at themselves in the mirror to put on a little mascara. You've got a gift."
"I'm not who you think I am," I stated, getting ready to stand, but she clamped her hand down on my shoulder.
"Two shots for my new friend and I," she told the bar tender and I sat back down hesitantly. She placed the small glass in front of me and I mimicked the mysterious girl, downing the glass with puckered lips. "It isn't often that I'm impressed by other people." I didn't know what to reply to such a statement, so I just stared at her wide eyed, waiting to see what she would do. I could feel all of this building up to something and I had a feeling I wasn't going to like it. She looked around with an blank look on her face, like she wasn't really there.
"Excuse me," I heard someone say behind me and I turned around. "Can I buy you a drink?" the man smiled with yellow teeth. He was much older than me and seemingly very drunk.
"No, thank you," I forced a smile, turning away from him.
"Come on," he whispered in my ear and I shoved him away. HIs breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. "Just one drink."
"I said no," I pronounced sternly, getting ready to stand up and walk away, but he grabbed ahold of my arm tightly.
"Listen here you little bitch," he slurred. "You'll let me buy you a drink."
"Is there a problem here?" the girl next to me stood up from her seat and came by my side.
"No," he sent her a snide smile. "No problem at all."
"What about you Olivia, do you think there's a problem?" she turned to me and I was taken aback. How did she know my name? I nodded slowly, trying to predict what she had planned.
"Well, that's all I needed to know," she smiled and brought her hands up to his shoulder. He seemed to have fallen into a trance as he released my arm and she opened her mouth wide, a strange blue mist being sucked from his body. He screamed in terror until his eyes rolled into the back of his skull and he collapsed onto the floor. As people began to notice the limp corpse lying on the floor in front of us, the laughter and chatter died down only to leave the music still playing. I looked up at her with wide eyes, but she didn't seemed fazed at all.
"It's so satisfying to kill garbage like that," she pursed her lips, observing her work. I looked around, everyone suddenly very aware of what was happening. A few people began to scream and when the woman raised her hand in the air, everyone paused.
"You will not say anything," she said calmly. "You will go on as if nothing ever happened." I stared at her as if she was insane, which probably wasn't a bad guess, but when people began to dance and talk as if they didn't just all witness a murder, I felt a smile creep on my face.
"How did you do that?" I asked in admiration.
"I'm God," she whispered in my ear. With everything that happened, I couldn't figure out if she was lying or not. "You should see your face," she started laughing. "I'm about as far from God as you can get," she leaned her back against the counter. I looked back down at the man who had grown pale and turned to her again.
"What are we going to do with the body?"
"Someone will take care of it. It'll make for a great story," she grinned. "Or we can burn it. You choose."
"Let's burn him," I smiled wide and she mimicked me. She stood up straight crouched down next to him.
"See you in Hell," she whispered in his ear before picking him up without showing even an ounce of effort and tossing him over her shoulder. She walked out of the club and people went on with their business, unfazed by the dead man she was carrying. I followed her out, forgetting for a moment that I had arrived with Lucifer earlier in the night. The streets were empty in the early hours of the morning and she guided me into an alleyway next to the building. You could faintly hear the music from outside, the sound coming out from the metal door on the side of the old building. She dropped him next to the large trash bin and placed her hands on her hips, pondering her next moved. She grabbed a hold of a plastic container left lying on the ground and poured the contents over him, making him appear shiny under the dim light.
"Will you do the honours or shall I?" she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a small box of matches.
"Allow me," I retrieved the box from her hand. In one quick flick of my wrist, it ignited and I let it fall onto his body, the oily substance quickly catching fire. We both watched the flames rise as our eyes reflected the orange light.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" she asked and I nodded, in awe by the dancing colours of red and orange. The smell of burning flesh rose up to my nose, but it didn't faze me as much as I thought it would. I felt powerful.
"Who are you?" I whispered, turning my head to look at her.
She extended her hand with a cunning grin, "I'm Death, nice to meet you."
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Reborn (SEQUEL TO "THE FALLEN ANGEL")Teen Fiction
After her death, Olivia needs to learn how to live again in a world she has yet to discover. With a new threat on the horizon and her past coming back to haunt her, Olivia and Lucifer's love will be tested in ways she never could have expected, but...