1701

~Amolet

Everything is still and peaceful for a long moment.

"This is Greed's mate?"

"Apparently."

Feeling slowly crawls back into my limbs. I can feel myself laying down, the softness of a bed beneath me. My mind is buzzing, trying to sort through a haze of fog, my memories stolen from me. And yet I don't feel any pain. The feeling is nearly euphoric, as if I'm floating, nothing able to touch me, to get to me.

"Look, no one said Fate has the best taste."

Someone is talking from a distance, perhaps in a room next to the one I'm lying in. I would open my eyes, but I can't bring myself to, concentrating instead on the horrid taste in my mouth, and the unfamiliar lilt to the two speakers. Are they talking about me? I think I heard one of them mention Greed's mate.

"So Sinful killed her?" the male voice asks. Something about that accent is strangely familiar...Am I hearing Vengeance Pack?

"No, that guy that isn't from this Realm, the Immortal Realm or the Mortal Realm," the female voice mutters, sounding bored. She is talking about Stace, clearly, and by the sounds of it, isn't very impressed by him. "I believe he wants her here so he can deal to things with the immortal's without her intervention."

My eyes are suddenly open.

"He's intimidated by her?" The male voice snorts.

"it doesn't make sense to me either, but she's stuck here now."

I'm in a small, non-descript room with nothing more than a bed. Looking down, I'm dressed in plain pants and a shirt, which I'm sure I don't own. Kicking my feet out from the covers, I notice the door is ajar, the strange voices coming from beyond.

"Cian is going to try come for her." The male voice sounds urgent now. Cian, my mate. Oh no...He's probably wondering what's happened to me. I mean, I don't even know what's happened to me. My last memories was of Stace's hands on either side of my head...

Before he snapped my neck.

"He can try, but she's not going anywhere," the woman snaps. "She can serve her sentence like anyone else."

I'm dead. I've been killed, meaning I must be...Wait, where am I?

Getting to my feet, I approach the door, flinging it open to reveal the two figures standing in the hallway. "Who are you? Where am I?"

Neither of them startle at the sight of me. Not that they look like the kind of people to startle. The woman is tall, long, sleek black hair cascading down her person beautifully. Although her eyes are the most captivating, being a smoky, silvery colour. Whoever she is, she's stunning, but terrifying.

The man next to her is also tall, with dark hair and eyes, tattoos covering his forearms and biceps. Definitely Vengeance Pack, like I presumed.

"My name is Death," the woman comments, looking over at me tiredly. Whatever she finds lacking, she doesn't voice it. "You're in my Realm now."

I look down at my hands, as if I'm going to see any change in myself. I'm immortal now. Not in the same way Cian is, but I'm immortal, which means I'm no longer welcome in the mortal realm...What am I going to tell Lev? What if I never actually see him again? Am I going to be stuck here forever?

"So I really am dead?" I whisper, pinching myself. It hurts. This is real.

"Your neck was snapped, so yes," the man drawls, rolling his eyes as if I'm the most foolish person he has ever had to deal with. My eyes narrow upon him. I'm tempted to snap back at him, to ask him what I should possibly know about this situation. I mean, it's not like I could have predicted Stace was going to end my life just like that.

"Who are you?"

"This is Kace," Death mutters, motioning to him, as if his name is supposed to mean anything to me. Is he a slave to Death? The way he spoke to her earlier makes it seem like they are friends. "He will be taking you to your new home."

"Home?" I'm hopeful. Maybe this was all a mistake, and Death can resurrect me. I'll be reconnected with Cian, and Lev, and I won't have to leave my life behind for the unknown of the Immortal Realm.

"You've already been judged. You are going to serve seventy years in this Realm before you will be transferred to the Immortal Realm," Death explains, her dark dress shifting as she leans back against the wall.

My eyes widen. "Serve?"

They can't be serious. Seventy years? I haven't even been alive that long in the Mortal Realm, and I already feel like I've lived an eventful life. What about Cian? I can't just be away from my mate for seventy years, I'll go mad. Starting a whole other life here is something I have no interest in.

"It's based on what has happened in your mortal life...Blah blah, I'm sure you'll learn," Death sighs, clearly not the usual bearer of bad news to those freshly dead. I must be the exception, considering how and why I died. "There are many factions in this Realm. You will live in this most appropriate one."

"You can't keep me here. I have to leave," I exclaim wildly, looking around for an escape. It's not as if there is one. Not when I'm in an entirely different realm.

"You're not going anywhere..." Death smiles.

Gritting my teeth, I narrow my concentration upon the Immortal, imagining all the breath being drawn from her lungs, imagining her begging for her life so I can't start making demands for my from this place.

Her hands fly to her throat as a choking sounds escapes her. Her smile has vanished, as she struggles to breath, stumbling backward. I don't want to kill her, but I need to get out of here, and this is the only plan I have.

Just as Death falls to her knees, something solid strikes the back of my head, and the world goes black.

***

The next time I wake, I'm not encompassed by so much bliss as before.

Groaning, I roll over, my hand coming up to grip my head. A wicked headache has gathered between my temples, surged on the large lump that has surfaced on the back of my head. It takes me a long moment for me to force my eyes open to drink in the sight in front of me.

I'm in a completely different room. I lie on a mattress on a wooden floor, the rest of the room unfurnished, the walls not painted.

And standing at the entrance to the room, grinning at me, is Kace.

"You hit me over the head, you jerk," I growl, getting to my feet, trying not to wince. How come he doesn't have to wear the hideous pants and shirt that I've magically been put in? At least I hope it was magic, because the alternative is too dark for me to consider right now.

"You tried to use your powers," he says simply. "Which have been nullified, by the way."

My hands bundle into fists. If he is right about it, it's not like I would stand a chance against him. He stands tall in the doorway, with arms big enough to suggest he could possibly take Death on, even if she is Immortal. And he knows it too, which is probably why he was sent to deal with me instead of Death.

"By what?"

"What's around your wrist. It's also what keeps you here," he notes, gesturing to me. I look down, and sure enough, a sleek silver band is wrapped around my wrist, not looking as if it's possible to get it off.

"So what are you, Death's servant?" I question, looking over him.

"No, she's my mate," he shrugs. Oh, I had no idea. "I've been helping her with the more...Powerful, high risk people."

I get to my feet, looking around the room. "Glad to know I'm high risk."

Puling a too short curtain aside, I look out the window, only to be greeted by a solid grey building and nothing more. Even if I lean, I can't see the ground from here. Great, is this meant to be my home? I haven't seen the rest of it but I can tell that what I'm going to have to live with is subpar. Being alone is going to be the worse part...

"You're mated to a Sin..." Kace notes, stepping aside as I stride past him, examining the rest of the apartment. It's not unliveable, so I'm grateful for that. A small kitchen is tucked into the side of the room, and another door leads into what must be a bathroom.

"He's going to come for me." If there is anything I am certain of, it's that.

"No one can get in here without Death's permission," Kace explains, looking like he's considering feeling sorry for me. "Unfortunately for you, you're not going to see your mate again until you serve your sentence."

As if that's going to happen. Death and Kace are insane if they think I'm going to sit here and not try everything I can to escape. Cian will do everything from his end to get me out, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to try.

All of a sudden, the sound of glass shattering sounds from the bedroom, the window busted out. Before Kace and I can react, someone comes up behind him, and strikes him in the back of the head in a way pleasingly similar to how he took me down.

He body falls forward, slumping onto the floor, revealing an unfamiliar hooded figure who I gape at. "Who are you?"

"I'm Abella," she mutters, lowering her bat. "I'm going to get you out of here."

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