Hi first story so be kind
Death. I had always linked this word to the end of life. I always thought there was one kind of death. Your heart stops, and you are no longer a part of the world.
I'm not a strong believer in anything. If you show me something I will have to believe it, because it's there. But when this man, if you can call it a man, offered me a different kind of death I was confused. One, how can you offer death.
I mean you don't exactly push someone against a tree, as this man so kindly did, and say "hey fancy death?"
And two he said a different kind of death, I think I made it clear what I thought death was.
Oh and three. He had fangs. Quite sparkly ones to. This all started when I was walking around about 7ish around London. I was coming back from detention at my school, when a cold hand grabbed my shoulder.
Me being the freak of Saint Countys school learnt how to fight. So when he grabbed my shoulder I did a little magic with my fists, resulting in the cold handed person to swear. I swung around ready to fight some more, when I saw the fangs.
Those sharp, pearly white and I'm afraid to say vampire looking. I was caught of guard and pushed into a tree.
At this moment he whispered so softly into my ear "what if I could offer you more Becky, would you stop fighting. What if acould give you death so you can be reborn into something greater?"
And as said I was confused. I also fainted.
Figures
Ok please review