The glimpse of her

Chapter two

Ryker

"Please, I am not ready to go,'' the man begs. His voice is desperate but I have heard these kinds of cries too many times to not feel any remorse. When someone finds out that they are dead, they have this same reaction.

They beg, they tell me how much they have to live for. They didn't even get the chance to say goodbye. Things like that and most times, I try to zone out from their pleas.

This is what gives me my power.

Every soul I take makes me stronger.

Right now, the man in front of me is tear-stained and I still want the pleasure of sucking out the life from him.

Darkness.

Taking the dead to the darkness is the most pleasurable. That is where I get my high. The ones that have been bad.

The ones that deserve the suffering.

This man is surrounded by darkness and he is still begging for his life back.

I watch him as he watches his body, sprawled on the floor. There is bloods everywhere. From the gunshot wound to his head.

He was killed.

He had it coming and I watched all through.

I waited, knowing what was to come, and now that his soul has departed his body, all I want to do is take him to the dark. Keep him in suffering for eternity.

I ignore his cries because there is nothing I can say. I know what is about to happen. I have done it numerous times and I will do it numerous times to come. I hear the shrieks before they even come. They will eat him up until he is nothing and then they will sput him out.

The dark matter. the ones that help me transport the evil to the ruins. They listen to me. I am their lord and the keeper of death.

I see them as they float around. Spirits with darkness looming. I see them as they take him away. I hear his cries but I feel nothing.

Nothing for this man and all the other people I have taken away.

It is different when the person goes into the light.

It is softer.

There is no pain.

I don't like the light, even though I have to take them there. It gives me no power.

Once the man is gone, the shrieks of the dark matter lingers. I hear it as I become visible to the world. the man that just shot my latest death runs away. I don't need to know the story behind it. I don't need to know anything about the life of the dead.

I just take them.

I leave the crime scene, which is a dark alley and walk out to the main streets. It is night, the stars are out in the sky and there are pedestrians looming around.

I walk down the street until I get to the end of the road the there is a ding from the door of the café. My eyes roam over to the door and I see a girl as she walks out.

Her hair is the first thing I notice as she turns around and waves to someone inside the café. There is a light around her, one that is not visible to the world. one that is only visible to me. I know what it means. I have seen that light so many times.

She is going to die.

There is nothing different about this girl but something leads me to follow her.

It is not her time.

This light is just a reminder that her time will come and it will come soon. I usually don't pay attention to the lights. I know when someone is about to die. I feel it and my soul takes me there. I know when she will die.

I know how she will die.

So why the fuck am I following her.

My legs carry me on their own accord as I walk slowly behind her. She can see me if she wants to. I am not invisible to the human world right now.

I want her to turn around because I haven't gotten a glimpse of her, but she doesn't. She just keeps walking, swaying her hips and the really short, shorts she has on. Her legs are long and she is tan, perfect, and beautiful from behind. My mind wanders to how good those legs will feel wrapped around me.

Fuck.

I stop walking for a second as she stops and I wait for her to turn around. Maybe she will look at me, maybe I will finally get to see her face.

She doesn't turn around.

She reaches into her bag and brings out money. I watch her as she gives it to the homeless man on the street "Hey sunshine,'' the man smiles, his teeth are brown. His clothes are tattered but he is all smiles for her.

I hate that.

Something in me stirs. I don't understand the feeling. I have had a long life and I have had the privilege of tasting humanity. I might be an immortal being but somehow, I can have anyone in the world. As long as I want them to see me, they can. They can touch me, feel me, taste me…fuck me.

I want to fuck her.

"Fuck,'' I mutter as the revelation hits me.

In a couple of weeks, I will be taking her to the light. She will be gone from this world and to the place that most humans want to be in. I shouldn't be thinking with my dick right now.

I turn away from her before I get the chance to see her face because this is for the best.

I don't want to get involved with her because she already feels sweet and I haven't even tasted her. I walk back to the dark and slowly, I vanish from the world and back to the dark realm. The place where I belong.

The doors to my cave open and I walk in, slowly sitting on my throne. The keeper of death, the lord of darkness. The one that they would call the boogie man. I am evil, even the heavens banished me.

This Is the life I have lived all eternity and it hasn't been half bad.

"Master,'' Alumus walks into my room. I have servants, I have the dark matter. I can be human when I want to. I can be a beast. This is the best of both world but all through it all, something feels missing.

My life should be perfect for me but I feel empty most days.

In another world, I would walk up to the mystery girl, in another world. I would get to know her.

In another world, I wouldn't be the one to take her to the ends of the world.

Not my world.