AN: This is the story of Eve, an immortal who've been alive since the beginning of time, who is forced to live with the seven original sins in human form. This story is my first, so please go easy on me. Please do not copy my idea; it's taken quite a long time to get this all figured out. R&R!
I hoisted myself up to onto the open windowsill, hugging my knees to my chest and staring up at the moon. It had been almost an eternity since I'd seen Adam, my immortal love. Those stupid legends saying that we'd died were all lies, scandals; we faked our deaths so we could flee and live happily ever after. I laughed darkly to myself; happily ever after was impossible.
I smiled to myself as I remembered all those times we'd spent together; Rome was my favorite, but I believe Eighteenth-century England was Adam's favorite. A silent tear rolled down my cheek as I thought more and more of how I missed him. The last time we'd been together was 1840 and I missed him so much.
I sighed, remembered where I was and who I was with. God had split us apart, Adam and I, and I was forced to join up with the seven original sins. The way God had captured the seven original sins and bound them into human form never ceased to amaze me; they all portrayed their sins very well.
"Eve?" I heard a soft female voice ask from the other side of the room.
I turned away from the night sky, staring intently into the darkness, trying to make out who needed me. The shape moved, stepping towards me noiselessly.
"It's just me," Elizabeth crooned in barely a whisper as she revealed herself to the moonlight.
"Oh," I breathed, slightly relieved. "Hello."
"I'm sorry to intrude, but I need your help," she stated, biting down on her lip.
"What is it?" I asked quietly, my face lining with concern.
"Well…," she trailed off, shuffling her feet and glaring at the wooden floor of my bedroom. She sighed and looked up, her electric blue eyes penetrating into mine with incredible force. "It's Damian," she admitted, her eyes painful and sad.
"What happened?" I asked, surprised and alarmed. I slid off the windowsill and made my way over to the light switch on the wall, flicking it on.
Elizabeth perched herself lightly on the edge of my bed, her weight barely disturbing the form of the mattress. I studied her sadly as I sat down next to her, noting how – even for a sixteen year old – tiny she was.
She let out an exasperated sigh. "He's just… not opening up to me any more and it's got me paranoid."
"Same as usual," I muttered in assessment.
She nodded solemnly. "I suppose," she sighed after a while.
I pulled my legs up onto the bed to sit cross legged and turned to face her. She did the same, staring down into her lap; she was hopelessly lost.
I took her small, cool hands into mine. "Do what you know is right," I advised to her in a barely audible voice.
"But how?" she croaked, her usually perfect, soft voice cracking as she looked up at me hopelessly; she would be crying if she weren't immortal.
"You know him best, Elizabeth. You know how to get him to open up," I cooed. "Even a little more," I said suggestively, giving her a wink.
The corners of her lips pulled up into a faint smile. "Thanks, Eve." She pulled me into a hug, her face buried into my hair. "I don't know where I'd be without you," she breathed into my ear. She withdrew and slid off the bed, dancing off to find Damian. "Oh, I'm so glad we found you!"
I fell back onto the duvet covers on my bed, smiling to myself; sometimes I loved being immortally trapped with these people. I lied there for an immeasurable amount of time before my eyelid became heavy, drooping down over my eyes. My senses were weak; I needed to recharge.