Date With Death #Wattys2017
I tried killing myself once. You would've thought that throwing yourself off a 6 meter high cliff would be enough. You would've thought wrong.
I somehow made it alive and without a scratch. Unlucky me.
So there I went, continuing my worthless life when the creature I despised of most appeared. Death.
"I'm Demetri, but you can call me Death."
When I just continue to stare at the black space where a face should be, Death huffed. "Uh, hello. Are you deaf. I said I'm Death."
A scowl spreads over my face and I cross my arms over my chest. "Do you seriously expect me to believe that? You, some creep that broke into my house in the middle of the night, is Death. Did Derik send you? I swear if he did I'll kill the fucker."
'Death' seemed offended. He growled low in his chest and muttered in a language I've never heard of before.
Irritated, I reach up to pull on his hood when his hand suddenly lashed out and gripped my wrist. I cried out.
"Don't ever do that again." He snarled. I yanked my hand away, rubbing my wrist. That was sure to leave a bruise.
"Don't touch me again. And who are you? Why are you in my house?" For the first time in forever, I wished Richard was home. This guy was starting to creep me out. Although that accent did sound sexy as hell.
He grunted and sighed. "I'm Death. I told you that like, 3 times already."
"You only said it twice before."
"No, it was 3 times." He argued.
"Nope." I said, popping the 'p'. "Pretty sure it was twice. Are you sure you're the one that's not deaf?"
"You're annoying as fuck." The so-called Death mumbled.
"And you're an ass hole." I snap back. "Now, would you so kindly get the hell out of my house, and when you leave you can tell Derik to go fuck himself."
The intruder raises his hands in defeat and sighs. "Alright, alright." He says, walking towards the front door.
"Really?" I ask in surprise.
"Nope." He chuckles, swiveling back around.