A/N: Dammit!!! This is the second time I'm typing this!!!! I lost the first one because my F******** computer deleted the copy I had on the floppy to make a back up of the other fics!!!! I'm fuming with anger mainly coz I changed it so much from the manuscript version that I don't know what the hell I've written exactly!!! Well, I'll try my best to see what I wrote and I hope this is as good as my first attempt!!! Thanks to all my reviewers especially: Konzen, Hakkai-San, Seiko Chan, Hanae da Firefly and Genjo Sanzo 1 (any chance of updating Holding The Blue Moon? I love that fic so much!). Btw the sequel to The Blond, The Good, The Bad and The Bubbly entitled When Boy Meets Girl is also up!!!
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Chapter 3: Pleasures Of Death*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She entered the room where her victim lay; the air stifled with the smell of old age and bitterness. On a bed, in the damp and darkness, an old man lay clutching uselessly to what little life he still had left in him. He was old and alone, a solitary island of dislike with no family or friends to mourn him or long for the sound of his silent voice once she had taken him away. This person was cold bitter and unloved, his absence would be of no importance to anyone. He was indifferent to others in their pains and joys and no one would be moved an inch closer to tears at the news of his passing away. By his death no one would suffer.
What was the point in taking him? What pleasure was there for her in this? None. What she wanted was to see the tears of helplessness and despair stream down from his loved ones' eyes. She longed to feel their hearts twist with pain in the agony death brought about. Why did she want this? She wanted them to feel what she had been made to go through ever since the creation of Life. For Death is the consequence of Life; the price each one has to pay for birth. She wanted to acquaint them with the suffering, the feeling of being trapped with no way of escape, the lights of hope going out and the darkness of the truth engulfing you. She wanted them to know what Death was like.
But in taking this old unloved individual she would achieve nothing. Nothing which could quench her thirst for other's suffering. It was just a case of him having exhausted his time in this realm, a part of mortality, moving on to eternal damnation, thinning out the herd. Getting rid of the old and useless to make way for youth and change. It made her seethe with anger. Her hatred shook the air around them. She felt, once more, betrayed and disillusioned. She had been cheated; robbed of her little pleasures of Death. What did she have left now? What benefit was there for her in this death? Fear? The fear of knowing that life was abandoning you. The horror of hearing Death whisper at your ear, beckoning you to give in. The apprehension that her cold passionate touch would be your end. Terror of the unknown; of what lay ahead of you in the afterlife. Fear that there could be no after life!
As she walked towards him, she knew that he could sense her: her anger, her hatred but mostly her evil. His eyes widened and his expression was frozen in time by the harsh coldness of Death, as her touch: the last touch, took the life out of him. Her lips curled up, she had got the trill of the fear. She had felt its pulse steadily increasing with every step she took until it ceased him completely. She had felt the blood rush trough his veins and come to a sudden halt as her hand touched his forehead. A few moments of senseless pleasure and her eyes darkened and the grin was wiped away: she had remembered. Fear was not what she was after. It would never be enough. Pain and heartache was what she longed for. Her black wings unfolding, she stormed out of the empty shack, leaving the air behind her heavy with the stench of death and damnation.
Like a bat, she flew swiftly through the woods, shrouded in her own darkness; the trees shivering as she passed by. Then something caught her attention…voices laughing gleefully and the despicable smell of a life full of happiness: it was unmistakable to her! She could hear the sound of a heart beating: a heart whose time to stop hadn't yet come. It belonged to a young mother, who had been walking her two little girls back home. She smiled as she looked at her daughters skipping happily along the path, eager to get home to play with their father. She was a happy woman. She loved and was loved back in return. She couldn't have asked for a better life. Death looked at her and smiled.
A scream pierced the air. The young woman, her eyes wide with pain and her hand to her chest, gasped desperately for air. A soft thud made one of the girls turn around: her mother had fallen to the ground, her body deprived of its life and soul. And Death laughed as she carried this desperate soul away. A laugh that could only denote the evil and hatred that now resided in her wounded heart. Evil and Hatred that had been planted by the hands of the helplessness and despair that come from the loss of ignorance and the gaining of the truth. And that is why Death feasted upon her daughters' tears and her husband's suffering; retreating back to the Heavens, when she had had her fill, pleased with herself and satisfied.
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Phew… finally saved this!!! Don't know what the hell has got into my computer!!! Saving gave me trouble this time too!!! Hopefully this ended up being very similar to what I initially wrote; don't think I lost all that much detail. Chapter 4 will be up soon so in the mean time R&R&R (Read, Review & Recommend!)