Agents of Death Series

Life and Death...... sounds a tad morbid when I write it here, but this was the beginning of around 6 months of writing fun. I still don't think that it is my favourite of everything that I have ever written, but it isn't the worst either. I chose this series because those who have been lucky enough to read my work before all agreed that this was the one that they wanted to see again.

So without further ado......


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Life or Death

Part 1

With a glass of wine in her hand Eve couldn’t quite bring herself to get up off the couch and answer the door. She had just finished dinner and was contemplating going to bed but now she couldn’t decide if she wanted to yell or curl up in a ball and pretend that she couldn’t hear anything. The incessant pounding was only serving to make her headache worse. Why couldn’t they just take the hint and leave her alone? Was it so hard for people just to leave her alone? Placing her wine glass on the table she got up and struggling to remain calm took the few steps towards getting her peace back.

“I’m coming. You don’t have to keep banging on that door.” It hurt her head to yell, but as soon as the words left her mouth silence descended upon the house.

It had been yet another long day at work and while she continued to try and keep her façade of a life up, it was cracking around her with each day. She was too shy to fit in without lying to herself and those around her. She pretended to be exactly what those around her expected and wanted her to be. With each passing day it grew harder and harder to act as if she was happy. She was alone and desolate and wanted nothing more than company. Except at right this moment. All she wanted now was for whoever it was on the other side of that door to just leave her alone.

Standing just behind the door she couldn’t delay the inevitable. Yanking open the front door ready to give whoever it was on the other side a serving and send them on their way. The moment that her eyes settled on the handsome stranger before her, she froze. It was not someone that she had expected and certainly was not someone that she ever had wanted to see in her life. Not yet anyway, it was too soon. Every fibre in her body became drowned in fear. She could hear the blood pounding through her head, but not because of the headache, because it was the only thing worth listening too. Silence enveloped them as she tried to form a coherent thought.

“Are you going to invite me in?” His words were soft, simple and velvety, but beneath his calm presence and dreamy eyes lay a man who had damaged her family beyond repair. She knew what he was, just like she had always known that he would come for her.

She had been raised to fear this man, to never willingly let him into her life and to never let him into her home as nothing good would come of it, only heartache.

Shaking her head slightly she broke free of the thrall that he had over her and nodded slightly and stepped aside. There was no point trying to fight him, or to try and make him leave. She was not naive to think that either of those options would work. He walked past her and into the same room that she had come from as if he knew the way and been here before. The gut wrenching fear that she had felt when she had first laid eyes on him was gone now as she followed him. They both sat and she once more reached for her wine glass. Nothing of her day crowded her mind any longer it all seemed so frivolous now. She sipped her wine once, savouring the taste and replaced it on the table. He didn’t speak and she didn’t ask any questions of him. What would be the point? Sitting back she was resigned to the fact that what would be would be, she didn't resist his advances. He was death. All that she wanted to do was survive him. Survive his visit and see him leave her alone. Something that her mother hadn’t been able to do when her time came. He placed a hand slightly on the edge of her leg. Sensations were instant and she fought through the shock as she struggled to remain calm. Pain flowed through her veins at his touch and sweat dripped down her body at the sheer exertion it took to remain conscious. She wouldn't give in. She needed to win this fight. Time lost its meaning as they waged a war between one another. A war that had been brewing for far longer than either of them combined. For her, it was Life or Death.