Pacing

Disclaimer: Not mine, all rights to Stephanie Meyer.

Serena.

This must be what dying feels like. I am dying, they would not have let me live. They are burning me, my father's sacrifice to the gods. I wonder where I shall go.

Everything focused itself suddenly to reveal my surroundings. It was dark but that did not matter anymore, the darkness no longer hid things from me. I was in a cellar, surrounded by crates and sacks. I could smell the dust floating in the air, the vegetables slowly rotting in the damp. I was not alone. There was a man standing next to the ladder.

"Good morning missy," the man leaned over to look me in the face. I gasped at the sight of his face. It was god-like, smooth, perfect and beautiful. His eyes were deep red, which scared me. Do gods have red eyes?

The man sighed and crouched down beside me. He did not look that much older than me, only twenty and five years or so.

"How are you feeling?" he asked me. I struggled to sit up. Everything was new, everything was strange.

"Strange, thirsty," I answered, that made him sigh again. It was true for never before had I felt such a desperate thirst the burned my throat and excluded all other thought.

"Come on then," the man stood up and made towards the ladder. I followed, amazed that my limbs could react in such ways. I felt strong. Quickly I looked around the cellar but suddenly I could see more. More than a dirty room with piles of crates, more than musty sacks of turnips and carrots; I could see people, workers hauling the sacks, overseers giving orders. Then I could see the red-eyed man coming down the ladder carrying a body in his arm. The body was me; I was laying very still, pain etched all over my face, my eyes burning red. I turned to face the ladder again but the vision vanished. There was just him there, looking at me.

"Coming missy?" he asked. I nodded then followed him up the ladder.

"My name is Remi by the way," he held out his hand.

"Serena," I answered.

"Well the Serena, welcome to the afterlife," Remi grinned and led the way out of the abandoned farm house.