**Thought I’d share part of a story today**

The crisp dewy grass crunched beneath my feet, but I left no footsteps. My torn Converse tainted with the droplets as it brushed against the blades of grass. The slow sunrise coloured the earth in the colour of blood, fields of dark claret seeping further and further towards me. Towards us.

“Aren’t you afraid of what will happen?” his voice as fine as silk, eloquent and calm. There wasn’t the sharp, bitterness that I expected from him. He was comforting…this in itself was truly unnverving.

“We made a deal” I murmured and rubbed the palm of my hands against my arms, welcoming the small flare of heat that the friction surprisingly produced. Goosebumps tickled my skin, aching as they were touched…pain raging from impending bruises seered my thoughts, extinguishing the need for warmth as anxiety drenched my insides, my stomach churning.

“Indeed we did”

Against my better judgement I looked at him, watching a small smirk etching itself onto his features, his lip ring glistening in the morning sun; in our years I would have placed him in his early thirties. He ran a hand roughly through his fluffy dark hair, as I observed the tiny crinkles twisting beside his impenetrable black eyes. Black eyes, black soul.

“Do you enjoy your job?” I asked sharply before my brain could put a halt on my vocal cords.

“At times yes” he was amused by my question, the flash of white teeth in his smile startled me and I dragged my eyes from him as his canines bit down onto his pale lip.

“I just…” what? What could I say to that? To him? My heart raced, begging me to run, to take my chances and sprint until my limbs collapsed beneath me…but if I did our deal would be voided. I couldn’t allow that to happen.

“You consider me a monster?” I raised my eyes to his, seeing within the depths many a soul…silently screaming. I didn’t see him, the real him. I only saw what he was, what he will always be.

“Perhaps” my voice shaking now as we were engulfed by the flood of red light, aware that our time was nearly up.

“You can always go back on our deal” he said while idly tapping his slender fingers against his lips. He almost seemed distracted as his gaze traced our surroundings, then he stood still.

“I can’t…you know I can’t” He nodded in acknowledgement as I found myself stood beside him. My internal organs turning to acid as nervous heat flushed along my neck and jaw line, I was nauseous. This had been all my doing, so why now was I so afraid? My heartbeat thrumming in my ears so harshly I feared I would pass out from the noise itself.

“Close your eyes…this won’t hurt a bit”

I allowed darkness to comfort me, as I listening to the swish of his scythe.