Nerezza did not return to school. Sara felt slightly relieved, and also upset. The morning events only made her crave Nerezza’s power even more. She ate her lunch under the overhang in back of the school, watching the rain clean the last spots her friends had ever stood in.
Sara paced her room that night, trying to figure things out. Nerezza wasn’t human. She could absorb souls, move things with her mind, teleport herself and others, melt into the shadows, and erase people from existence.
She could heal things, and felt no joy. Sara had a feeling that Nerezza could do much more than even that. And Nerezza needed her for something. Sara wanted to know what.
Tuesday. Sara sat on the bathroom floor, bandaging her feet. She didn’t want it to get infected, or Nerezza would be angry. And if Nerezza is angry, no power for Sara, Sara thought.
Her mom didn’t know what to do with her. At first, Mrs. Neubauer had tried reasoning with Sara, to no prevail. Now her mom was just frightened, and sat in her room doing nothing. Mr. Neubauer couldn’t come home yet, as he was in China, working on a deal with some canned fish company.
Sara was glad that they left her alone. Soon, she wouldn’t need anybody. Before school, she went online to Amazon and looked up “black necklace”.
She found a lot of Goth and ghetto crap. Then, on page 23, she saw what she wanted. A black stone on a thin silver chain. She put it on speed order using her mom’s credit card. She wanted to be like Nerezza so badly.
Sara rounded the corner of the sidewalk and walked toward the front entrance of the school. Nerezza was sitting against the wall near the doors.
“Sara,” she weakly called. “Come.”
Sara quickened her pace. When she got to where Nerezza was, time had stopped. Nerezza stood, and it looked painful. It took her a few tries to get all the way up.
“Are you ready?” she asked.
“For…what?” Sara whispered, her heart pounding. Nerezza raised an eyebrow. Sara noted that she was quite good at that.
“I think you know.” She said.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Sara whispered.
“I would not be excited if I were you.” Nerezza said darkly.
Then, they were in a dark room. Sara blinked. She could see Nerezza, but not herself. It was as if the sun shone solely on Nerezza, but the rest of the room was dark, black as night.
A chair appeared, hitting the back of Sara’s legs and knocking her into it. Nerezza collapsed into hers, as if standing was difficult.
She waved her hand, and the room filled with light. It was a plain room, black walled and floored. Sara couldn’t see any light source, which was odd.
“Odd. Most find it frightening. You find it odd.” Nerezza said, sounding amused. Sara said nothing, but wondered silently if Nerezza could read minds.
“Yes I can. Emotions as well.” Nerezza said. Sara sat up straight, surprised.
“Now, I am going to tell you a story. It would do you well to listen.” She said.
“Once upon a time, there was life. Just one cell, a primitive organism. The cell grew and changed and lived. Then, as does everything, it died. But there had been something before life. Nothingness. And as cells died, their souls were sucked into nothingness. Until this nothingness became something. A being that all souls went to when their bodies died. And so that being became Death. Death decided if it was something’s time to die. And if it was, Death took their souls. Souls are energy, thoughts, feelings, power. And as souls built up in Death, it needed an outlet. Someplace to put that energy. So death became a cell. And every 100 or so years, the amount of energy that would have been building inside the cell needed to go somewhere. So the cell exploded, and Death consumed everything. But life is a resilient force. So it started anew. And as life went on that way, Death realized that it had the potential to be greater. So instead of exploding when the energy was too great, Death transferred it. And as the energy flowed out, it was directed to a new cell, one whose soul was strong. And this cell hosted Death for another hundred years. Then another cell did. Then another. And as life evolved, Death was hosted by more advanced life forms. Now no being is capable of hosting Death without preparation. So Death selects a host before one hundred years are up, and gives them a small fraction of its power. I, Saraphina, am Death. And I have chosen you to be my next host.”
Sara gasped. So many thoughts swirled in her head, she couldn’t choose one. Nerezza laughed.
“I warned you, little girl. And now you will get what you desired. I do hope I chose you wisely. If you die from a small taste of power, it is far too late to choose a new host. What a shame it would be to start back at the beginning.” Sara felt dizzy.
sorry this one's kinda long. This couldn't really be split up .
I'll critique when I have more time. 
