Author's Note: This is my new story, as inspired by a manga. I'll see how it's received and then decide if I'll continue. Happy reading.
Summary: Bella is told by the God of Death that she only has 30 days to live. But what happens when she falls in love with Death himself?
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight… or Edward. If I did, I'd sell him on eBay and make heaps of money. With that money, I'd create companies and stuff. You know, invest until I'm top of the world. But then one day, regret would hit me like a ton of feathers, because despite the amount of money I'd have, I wouldn't be happy. And that's when I'd attempt to buy Edward back… or I could use my money to hire super spy, karate chopping, ass kicking ninjas to kidnap him. Then have him chained to my bedroom wall. Shirtless.
Anyways.
Death Has Green Eyes
Chapter 1
My name is Bella Swan and I am seventeen years old. I live in Forks, Washington with my father Charlie, who is the Chief of Police in our town. My mother left when I was only a few months old because she couldn't stand the dreary life of Forks. I lived with her until a year ago. I knew that Renee was trying to be a good mother by staying home with me while her new husband, Phil Dwyer, went away for work. But I saw how being apart from him was tearing her apart. So good naturedly, I offered to live with Charlie.
Forks is a place rarely graced by the presence of the sun. It's usually either cloudy or raining. It is indeed a dreary place. But after awhile, I got used to it. And it also helped to have someone I looked forward to seeing everyday.
Today was sunny. One of those rare days.
It felt strange. Even a bit ominous.
Bella.
A shudder ripped through me as my head flitted left and right, trying to find the source of the voice.
"Did you guys hear that?" I asked tentatively.
"Hear what?" Jacob replied, quirking an eyebrow at me as he rested his head on the table.
Jacob Black is one of my best friends. Charlie knows his dad, Billy, so we've basically grown up together. Well, sort of. I visited him whenever I stayed with Charlie during holidays. We always emailed each other when I was with Renee.
When I moved to Forks, he made me feel like I was at home. He helped me through my first day of school and whenever he was around, things didn't seem so dull. Jacob was a great help in my transition.
"Someone called my name. Didn't you hear it?" I asked again, hoping that one of them would say yes.
They both shook their heads.
"You're probably just too tired. You were late for school today," Angela tried to reassure me. Yeah, maybe I'm just tired.
Angela Weber is my other best friend. Although I've only known her for a year, the strength of our friendship was just as strong as Jacob and mine. She's a bit shy, but she's a very kind girl. On my first day of school, when Jacob didn't have the same class as me, Angela went out of her way to befriend me and asked me to sit with her during lunch.
The three of us have been inseparable since. We've declared each other as the best of friends. I loved them to death. It was easy being myself around them.
"You're probably right, Angela," I sighed. "But I can't help feeling that today is a bit strange. I get a feeling that something really bad will happen."
The two didn't say anything, so I continued on, relating my story from this morning.
"First, my alarm clock didn't ring. I swear, I always set my alarm clock before I go to bed. That's why I was late this morning." It was 9AM when I woke up. An hour and a half late for school!
"The alarm clock probably rang, but you just turned it off," Angela calmly explained. "You did that once. If Jake and I hadn't picked you up that day for school, you would've been late too." Good point. But I still felt edgy.
"But how do you explain the Biology test I failed today? I studied really hard for that one and I thought I aced it too!" I buried my face in my arms, plopping down on the desk next to Jacob.
That's when he started laughing. I lifted my head to see him pointing his index finger at me, tears in his eyes.
"You know, Bella," he laughed. "You were never that bright. I always knew there was something wrong with your brain." I couldn't help but make a face at him. Angela giggled softly next to me.
"You're not helping, Jake! There's this ominous atmosphere… it's creeping me out."
I continued telling them about my unlucky day.
"Today in gym class, I knocked Mike on the back of the head with my badminton racket and then it flew out of my hand and landed on my head." I cried out in embarrassment. Jake's face was already turning red as he tried to stifle another fit of laughter. I glared at him dangerously as I continued.
"And that wasn't the worst part! When the racket landed on my head, I went blind for a second and lost my balance. I knocked Mike over and my face landed on his butt! Somehow, the net happened to land on us and we were stuck like that for ages…"
At this point, Jacob was rolling on the floor. People sitting at the next table stared at him with dumbfounded expressions. Even Angela was laughing now.
Oh, how I wish a big whale would swallow me up right now.
"Ha! I b-bet" Jacob tried to sputter out as he continued his laughathon, "bet you haha enjoyed it! HAHAHA" And the rolling continued.
My face was probably brighter than the reddest tomato right now. I bet I could walk around with the nametag 'Elmo' on, and kids wouldn't notice the difference.
No, the big whale wouldn't do. The big whale wouldn't end my misery quick enough.
"Hey guys, what's so funny?" The voice sent chills up and down my spine. I felt my heart flutter as I turned to face that all too familiar voice.
Mike Newton. The person that made me forget the dreariness of Forks. The person I looked forward to seeing every single day. He's my knight in shining armor. He always volunteered to be my partner in gym class, even though he knew how clumsy I was. It was nice to know that chivalry wasn't dead.
And as if to break me out of my idolizing trance, Jacob cried out, "Your butt!"
"Just kill me now," I whimpered.
After who knows how long, lunch finally ended. I had the urge to crawl under the table the whole time. Good thing Mike had been such a gentleman about it. Instead of blushing like an idiot like me, he handled the situation calmly. That's why I liked him so much. He was good at everything.
"Well, I'll catch you later, Bella," Mike waved as he headed out of the cafeteria. I sighed as I watched his retreating back. He's just so perfect.
"Wipe the drool off your face and let's go," Jacob laughed as he started walking off. I followed with Angela by my side.
"I'm sorry about lunch. You looked so embarrassed and there wasn't anything I could do." Leave it to Angela to care. She's just a pocket of sunshine.
"Thanks Ang." I gave her a quick hug. "You're the only one who cares!" I said loudly, glaring at Jacob's back. He only laughed as he continued walking.
'Just kill me now,' she says. If only she knew she only had one month to live
I heard the voice again. I scanned the hallways and then saw an unfamiliar person sitting on the windowsill.
To die at seventeen. So tragic.
He was the one talking! I quickly strode over to him.
"Were you the one who called me earlier? Who are you?"
He looked left. Then right. Then back at me. He stared with wide green eyes.
"Bella, who are you talking to?" I faintly heard Angela ask. But I didn't turn around or answer her. I needed to know why this person was talking about me.
"Hey, you. Why aren't you answering my question?" I demanded. What had he been talking about earlier? Was he really talking about me?
Without answering, he jumped out the window. I quickly followed and looked outside, but he wasn't there anymore.
I twirled around and faced my best friends. "Did you guys see him? Where'd he go?"
They turned to stare at each other before looking back at me. Their faces were blank; confused.
"See who?" Angela asked hesitantly. "Bella, there was no one there."
I felt a cold chill run up my spine. Surely, they had seen the boy that was sitting right here just a moment ago. He even jumped out the window.
"Didn't you see him? He had messy bronze hair and green eyes. I could've sworn he was talking about me! He jumped out the window." I jabbed a finger at the open window. I felt a cold sweat coming over me. Something didn't feel right.
They both shook their heads. Even Jacob didn't have anything to say.
"Come on, Bella. You're just imagining things. Let's get to class." Angela walked over to me and put an arm around my shoulder, guiding me down the hall.
There's no way they didn't see him. They were standing right behind me when all that happened. My head suddenly felt very light and my vision blurred. I stumbled a bit; my legs seemingly forgot how to move. The lockers were suddenly spinning, and as the room tilted, I heard Jacob and Angela calling my name.
Then all was black.
'Just kill me now,' she says. If only she knew she only had one month to live.
To die at seventeen. So tragic.
To die at seventeen. So tragic.
My eyes snapped open and I bolted up in bed. I could feel my heart pounding against my ribcage and heard each distinctive beat as if it were coming from resounding drums.
"Bella, you're awake." I turned to see Charlie placing a glass of water by my nightstand. "Your school called and said you fainted. I came to pick you up. How are you feeling now?"
A dream. It was just a dream.
I sighed. "I'm fine, Dad. Sorry to make you worry."
"Glad you're fine now, kiddo. I have to get back to work now. Call me if anything happens." I nodded and he started for the door.
And then he walked in. A memory suddenly flashed before my eyes. The boy from school. The one who jumped out the window!
"Dad! There's someone in here!" I cried and pointed at the doorway. The boy's eyes widened and he took a step back.
Charlie quickly looked around the room. "Bella, don't scare me like that. There's no one here. Maybe you should go back to sleep. I really have to get back to work now."
"No! I'm serious! He's right there!" But Charlie continued walking. "No! Dad!"
And then he was out of sight.
I trembled as the boy walked closer. This is really freaking me out. Was it some kind of joke? Why can't anybody else see him? Was he a ghost?!
I slapped my hands together. "The power of Christ compels you!"
He smacked me on the back of my head. "Don't try to exorcise me!"
I cried weakly as he started pacing around my room. I brought the covers closer to my body. "A ghost hit me," I mumbled. "A ghost hit me…"
"Hmm, she can see me. This has never happened before." Pace, pace.
"What should I do? Should I tell her?" Pace, pace. "I guess I could. I mean, she can already see me. But then again…"
He stopped with his back facing me. I couldn't help but edge away from him, dragging my covers along.
"Ah, whatever. I'll just tell her." He turned around, his emerald eyes intently set on me. "I'm sorry, but you only have a month to live."
I felt cold. My mouth suddenly felt extremely dry. I was scared. What's he saying? A month to live? Who's he to say that?
"So, don't be so carefree about everything. Especially getting embarrassed over incidents during gym class. You've only got a month left. You should try your best to live it to the fullest." He walked over to my window and opened it.
"Bye now."
"WAIT!"
Before he was able to jump, I ran over to him and grabbed his arm.
"Why am I going to die in one month? Did I do something to you? If so, please let me apologize. Just don't kill me!" I begged, pulling his arm as hard as I could. I don't want to die!
"Let go of me!" He shook me away and tried to straighten up his shirt.
I could feel tears running down my cheeks. Why me? I'm not sick or anything. Why am I going to die in a month?
"You've got it all wrong. I'm not a ghost," he said as he ran a hand through his hair. "I'm a god."
My jaw dropped. A god? "What do you mean?!"
He ignored my question. A scroll appeared in his hand.
My eyes practically flew out of their sockets. That thing appeared out of thin air!! Was he really a god?
After opening it, his eyes scanned its contents. Then he looked up at me. "You know Harry Clearwater?" I nodded.
"He's going to have a heart attack tomorrow. And I'm going to take him."
And I'm going to take him. I felt my heart give a loud thud.
And I'm going to take him.
The room was silent. "Y-you're just teasing, right? This is just some bad dream…"
His face hardened. He didn't answer.
I swallowed hard. My heart was pounding in my chest again. Suddenly, I found it difficult to speak.
"J-j-just," I swallowed again. "Just what are you?"
"I'm the God of Death."