Waiting was the hardest thing, but
eventually he saw her eyelids flutter just before her eyes opened once more.
They shone in the dark. It was an advantage to him sitting in the dark for so
long, his eyes were used to it. She slowly rose from the couch, a lot steadier
this time. She had yet to see him, but he knew the moment that she realised
that she wasn't alone by the way her body tensed. Watching as she slowly turned
to face him her face showed none of the fear that he had seen when he first
arrived all those hours ago. It had been replaced with a light.
"Why are you here?" Her
voice was still weak, but it was solid.
"It was your time."
"Then why am I still
alive?" Despite the question she didn't sound confused. It was like she
knew what and who he was without him having to say a word.
"I don't know. Who are
you?" While he on the other hand, unaccustomed to talking to people, was
mystified by what was happening
"You already know who I
am."
"True. What are you then? How
did you do that?"
"I am an angel. I was brought
up fearing you, just like everyone else. Faced with you however, I was not
ready to die. I am not ready to give it up."
"An Angel? I thought that I
had killed the last of your kind years ago." It didn't make sense.
"My mother was the last one
before me. You killed her. Before she knew what I would become." A streak
of smugness entered her voice. "I am now the last of my kind and you cannot
kill me." She knew that it wasn’t smart to taunt him, but she couldn’t
help the words from falling from her mouth.
Rising from his spot on the floor
he walked towards her. His footsteps on the floor the only noise in the room.
Standing above her he put on his death mask once more. Lifting his hand to
touch her once more, "It doesn't mean that I won't try again."
His touch once more seared her skin, but didn’t hurt like it
had before. Instead of pain she felt peace and understanding. She thought about
her mother and everything that she had ever told her. Her mother always said
that she had been special, right up to the day she died. Eve knew that her
mother would still be watching over her now and she hoped that she was proud.
She was gone before Eve knew about being like her mother. She wasn’t just an
angel though, she was more than that. A smile formed on her lips as she watched
Death give it his all again and fail. Last time she had been caught unaware,
but this time she was ready. A light exploded from within her burning his hand
where it touched her. Pulling away from her in surprise he stared at her
holding his hand. Irritation and pain was visible on his face. It was her turn
to observe him as she struggled to control himself.
“You are more than just an angel.” He was scared. She was
scaring him. It was an unknown feeling for him that took a moment to place. “I
don’t know why I was sent here now.”
“Maybe it is time for you to go then.” She motioned for the
door in the politest way that she could. If he left, she would never let him
return again. She would never openly let him into her home again.
“I will go for now. I need to find out more. If your time really
is up, I will be back, but only once I know how to kill you.” Resigned to the
fact that this was over for the night, he walked away from her and through the
door, back into the night that he had come from.
She breathed a sigh of relief as he closed the door behind
him. She had won, but was left with more questions than answers. Leaving the
room she went in search of her bed. It was the early hours of the morning and
she needed sleep before another day of work was upon her.
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