I just kind of randomly came up with this, very spur-of-the moment. Enjoy!
The clock chimed two. I closed my eyes, groaning. Why did the moon have to be so bright? It was as if it was trying to burn its way through my curtains and into my head.
There was a knock on my door. I rolled over, burying my head beneath my pillow. Can't someone let a girl get some sleep. Why couldn’t it wait until morning?
“Come in.” my voice was rough from sleep. Or, rather, the lack of it.
“Miss, there’s someone for you in the foyer. A young man.” I swung myself out of bed and pulled on my fluffy robe.
“I’ll be down in a minute.” I said. The secretary nodded briskly and scurried away in that annoying-secretary-ish way. I rolled my eyes and pulled a brush through my thick brown hair, ruthlessly yanking out the tangles.
Who would want to see me at two o’clock in the morning, for god’s sake? I wondered as I hurried down the grand marble staircase. Two in the morning! Madness, absolutely madness! I shook my head. But then again, who wasn’t mad these days?
“What the heck are you doing, calling me at two in the morning? Are you crazy?” I said as I entered the foyer. I was not known for keep my thoughts to myself. Then I froze in my tracks. The hottest boy I had ever seen stared at me from a leather arm chair in the corner. His dark blonde hair was streaked with black, and casually tousled, framing his perfect face in way that was too beautiful to be real. His skin was pale, as if he had never seen the sun, and he half-grinned in a lazy, cute way. But his eyes scared me. They were black, black as night, black as shadows, and edged with a thin band of dark scarlet. Looking into them send cold chills down my spine.
“Hello, Keladry. I am Death. But you may call me Alexander Cane. You’re time has come.” He pulled an ancient stone knife from his pocket and started toward me.
