Forever and Always
(Introduction)
His hair was a messy clump of tangled gelled up hair, which somehow managed to not look terrible, but quite the opposite. His jaw was set into a stubborn tight clench, his pinkie lips were slightly pouted, yet still held a pressure line, slowly ebbing into a whitish pink colour. His nose still looked like a Greek God's, a straight descending shape which would make any God jealous. I looked up slowly into his dark eyes and they stared back at me. They gave that effect that made you feel like they were looking past you, into your soul. His eyes were a black lake of lust, daring me swim into them. It was as if hands fled out of them, grabbing hold of me and pulling me closer to them. I took a weary step toward you, feeling the force of his eyes edging me closer to him even stronger. I raised my right palm as I gently and uncontrollably moved it closer to his face. You tilted your head towards the sky, closing your eyes, treasuring the feeling of my touch against your skin. The next thing, your lips were attached to mine, our breath raged and bodies tingling from each other's touch. My skin felt on fire where ever your hand touched or brushed by. My veins felt like lava, the effect of being held by you. My heart would melt slightly everytime you told me you love me.
The things I would do, to have the chance to touch your face one last time. The crimes I would commit, to be able to swim in those dark waters again. The murders I would make, just so my hands can touch your skin again. The lands I would destroy, so I could have the ability to sync my lips in a rhythm only we could make. The worlds I would burn, to feel the fire you once made burn and spread across my skin; the hot lava to flow through my veins again. The Universes I would conquer and exterminate, for you to tell me you love me like you used to always do.
Do you remember that late winters night? We were stood in the dark and pouring rain for hours, but it didn't bother us. We were waiting for my mum after watching the late showing in the cinemas, do you remember? But she never showed. The rain was like a waterfall, soaking our clothes thoroughly, not leaving a piece dry. The sky was a dark haven of blackness. As the heavy rain pelted the concrete floor around us, it bounced off back, each droplet suffering from a whiplash. It was getting late, and we both decided to walk home. Cars were sloshing by as the water slapped against their metal armour.
We weren't far from my house, perhaps just a street away, when that car came around the corner a little too fast. You were loitering behind and I held your hand, pulling you forward , wanting to get home. I'm glad I was stood in front of you. I'm glad the metal death machine hit me and missed you by that mere inch. I wouldn't be able to stand it if you took the blow.
The pain wasn't that bad. Infact, I was numb. People always say about how horrible it is to be run over by a car; this was different. It wasn't so bad. The only thing which had me scared was the thought that I could never see you again. I didn't believe in afterlives then. I do now. My life has changed. I was once before, a simple human, fragile. Now I'm an elegant, creature of beauty; unable to die of old age; living by no rules, except one; what I am, simply has to stay secret, there's no alternatives. Live by this one rule, or be permanently erased.