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... Prologue
Death would come tonight. Death would come in the form of the dangerous yet beautiful creature, who had shaken my grey future, and awakened my visions for the first time in three years. You would think that the knowledge that I would be dead before tomorrow morning would bother me.
It didn't; instead I revelled in that fact. Knowing that my life in this stale prison was soon to end made me almost giddy.
The vision had told me that he would enter through the window at exactly 2am.
In my room that night, I sat on the chair next to the window in a corner of the room. My bed, which lay against the wall opposite me, had had my pillows stuffed beneath the blanket to resemble my sleeping form. It was not because I had intended to hide from him, rather because I wanted a few moments to see if he looked the same as he had in my visions.
I hugged my legs against my chest, while I waited for him to come. It had taken him longer than I had expected.
I glanced at the clock on my bedside.
Ten more minutes
Five more minutes.
The clock ticked over to 2am.
A shiver ran down my spine as a sudden gust over wind came through the open window making the curtains blow open momentarily. I was quickly still once again, and looked over towards the bed.
He stood there, tall and leonine in front of me, the beautiful creature determined to destroy me; and I smiled at him. After being condemned to a slow and torturous life, he was here to cut it short and instead give me a beautiful death.
For a moment his back was to me, staring at the pillows beneath the covers. He stopped a few feet away from the bed. Not a second seemed to pass before he became agitated.
"Where are you?" He murmured under his breath more to himself than to me, in a voice so low I had barely heard it.
The light from the moon was coming in from the window, giving me a clearer view of him. He was even more beautiful than in my visions. He was lean but muscular, his honey blonde hair appearing silver in the moonlight, and his skin as pale as marble.
"You've kept me waiting," I said.
In a second he turned to face me.
JPOV
I was surprised for a moment: she was not in bed; after all most humans were at this time of night.
"You've kept me waiting." A soft voice said from behind me.
It took me less than half a second to turn to face her. Anger filled me; I was not used to being taken by surprise, especially not by a human; I fixed her with a murderous glare I knew terrified humans.
She felt no fear; none at all. There was no fear, no anxiety, sadness, not even surprise to see a stranger in her room; much less a monster, I knew that was what I must look like at this moment.
Instead, all I felt on her was relief, hope, happiness; and excitement?
I stood there, staring at this strange girl for a moment, unable to comprehend these inexplicable emotions of hers.
She sat there in the shadows; smiling at me.
I should have just done what I came here to do, end her as quickly and as painlessly as possible. After all she had lessoned my job by feeling quite calm already.
But I just stared at her. At her pale white skin, at her raven black hair, at her stormy grey eyes staring back at me with nothing more than relaxed curiosity, and her red lips that were fixing me with a knowing smile.
Annoyance filled me; I was straying from my task.
I took a step towards her; but she still felt no fear, if anything, her relief doubled. I stopped.
And I stared at her; she stared right back.
"Why aren't you afraid?" I spoke in a low voice; I did not want anyone else to hear me.
It took her a moment to respond, "Do you think I should be?"
"Yes" I answered that question without hesitation.
"Would you prefer that I was?"
This one took me by surprise.
"No."
"Well than this has been made easier on you. I'm glad."
She continued to sit there. After a moment, when I still found myself unable to move any closer to her, I felt a sudden impatience; it was from her.
"If you are going to kill me, please just do it. I've been waiting for an out long enough."
Now I was the one that was curious," An out from what?"
She smiled a grim and half-hearted smile and gestured to all around her, "from all of it; from this prison, from a future filled with nothing, and from being nothing to anyone."
I felt a sadness when she said it; hers. I realized that if I killed her tonight, it would be the most decent thing I heard ever done.
My resolve came back to me again.
APOV
"Stand up," he said, in a low and commanding tone.
I saw my death clearer than ever now. I did as I was told, and wordlessly stood.
He slowly started to walk towards me, his eyes boring into mine. I'm about to die, I thought; and despite all my other feelings, I became a little nervous.
The irony was, the closer he came to me, and the more alive I felt.
He stopped when he was so close we were almost touching.
"You're nervous." He said; it was not a question.
"Will it hurt?" I wished I had sounded stronger at this moment, but my voice wavered; I was sure he had noticed it.
His eyes, which had never left mine; softened.
"No," he promised, his voice surprisingly gentle now, "You'll feel nothing."
I let out a shaking breath as his hand came up to the back of my neck and he lowered his lips to my throat.
"Thank you."
