Stepping past him she continued on her way to getting
something to eat, leaving him standing in the middle of the footpath. Shaken,
there was no way that she could possible hide it from herself. What was it
about death that scared but fascinated her? Turning to return back to work he
was gone again. Nowhere to be seen. She couldn’t help but be thankful for that.
Sitting back at her desk she put on a face for those around her to see. She
could and would continue to hide from those around her. When the day finished
she was glad to be able to go home again. Each day at the moment seemed to be
getting longer and longer for her. Walking back out of the office she looked
around. The sun had started its decent below the horizon and turning towards
where her car was, she was thankful that she could go home. Sleep was the only
thing left on her mind.
He was waiting for her. As she arrived home, he was there.
His presence alone was blocking her entry into the house more than his body.
Determined not to let him get to her, she walked to the door and watched in
surprise as he stepped aside allowing her to pass. She let herself in and
closed the door behind her. He could stay out there as long as he liked. There
was no reason that she would ever let him walk over the threshold of her house
again. Sitting just inside, leaning against the front door she attempted to
calm herself back down. Her heart was racing, however it was not from fear, but
something else. Something that she could not name, a feeling foreign to her.
Too tired to care if he was still out there or not she got up and crawled into
bed. Eve knew that she needed to eat something, but her body had other plans. She
was sound asleep from the moment that she fell into bed and lay that way until
the feeling of someone watching her caused her to wake.
It was dark. Instinctively Eve knew that it was the middle of
the night and someone was in her room. As she held her breath, she could hear
there’s ever so softly. Fear trickled through her system as she opened her eyes
and sat up. Death was sitting in the corner watching her, waiting for her. His
soft voice filled the room answering her unspoken question. “I don’t need to be
let into somewhere just to enter.”
“Just because you are here, doesn’t mean that you can kill me
either.” The quick retort rolled off of her tongue.
“I may not be able to yet, but I can still cause you pain.”
He rose and for a small moment she wondered if it was going to be a repeat of
the night before. “You hide away from people. Even today, after last night you
still made people think that you were ok. You were pale and tired but I watched
you all day from the moment that you awoke, you got up and still went to work,
still did your job and never once let last night get to you.”
“You watched me?” Eve was no longer confident. How could she
have only seen him once?
“I can hide too.” A slight smile formed on his lips and she
understood. So many people didn’t see him coming, so of course he had to be
hidden from them. He sat down on the bed next to her and a sudden wave of
emotion hit her once more. He held the power in the room, no matter what she
wished was true she was realistic enough to know that he made her nervous. Not
with fear, but with the unknown capabilities that he had.
Death on the other hand delighted in the look that passed her
face when he sat down on the bed beside her. She was an interesting soul. He
had been watching her all day, learning more about her. The more he learnt, the
more she fascinated him. An angel, that alone was not what had stopped him, but
after speaking with his father the night before he had no further light shed on
why Eve was still alive. All that his father kept saying was that failure was
not an option. He had not gotten off lightly and had been punished for his
failure with Eve and now he had to live with it. No more death until she was
dead. A little piece inside of him hurt at the prospect. He liked his job, it
suited him. He could be the dark and mysterious one. The one that people fear
will come looking for them. It was a solitary position, but it was also one of
immense power. His father knew that this punishment would be a constant
reminder to him and cause him more personal doubt and unrest.
He recalled when he was approached by his father to join the
family business. He didn’t really know what he was getting into, but once it
was explained it was too late to back out. His first kill had been more than a
test, it had been a heartbreak for him. It was the first and only time that he
had become upset over killing someone. His mother hadn’t seen it coming and by
time she realised what was happening it was too late. He had won and she was
gone. He couldn’t allow his father to see his pain then, and no matter how many
tears he cried or how he wished that he could take it back, he knew that
everything in this job was permanent.
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