His eyes roamed over the room
again finally falling on a small half-starved scarecrow. Yes, that one. A smile
stretched the skin around his face and he felt the stitches sag. Yes it had
been too long. He knelt down by the bed and tilted her face to look into his.
Every breath she took seemed effort and her colour was beyond illness. Death
touched her hand and her hair before looking into her eyes.
"Do you want to die?" He whispered, even after
many years he still found it odd that he could still sound caring saying that.
"No." She whimpered, she barely had the energy to
cry.
"I can give you a life of safety, it will not be a
long life but I can give you more years than you have available."
"What do I have tuh do?" She asked crying now,
maybe hope swelled her heart and gave her the energy.
"I need a donor. You will give me your blood as I
require it. In return you will receive teachings and years. I will never allow
you to be hurt ever again. I can take your memory and calm it. You'll never be
the girl you are now again but, you will live. You will have your own will and
we will speak with each other in a way no other will recognise. Your mind will
be wrapped in mine and we will decide everything together, no more independence
but you will have your will, you will have a choice in everything."
"I don't wan’ tuh die. I wan’ go with you." The
poor girl, she probably didn’t understand what was being asked of her, what he
would take.
"Then open your
mouth and take my life nectar." A red droplet of liquid appeared, dangling
from his index finger. The girl parted her lips and took it down. After a
moment her colour improved. She took a deep breath and sat up, looking into
Death's eyes.Death, found in 'Death's Story' a working title.
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