Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
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I looked up at Jerek, my head on his chest, my index finger tracing patterns over his skin.
"What?" He asked, his arm around me.
"Nothing." I said, and he laughed.
"Okay. Well, are you wantning to take a shower or something? It's four." He said.
"No. I want to stay right here." I moved my head back to where it was, watching my finger run along his skin, making patterns I didn't know what of.
I looked up, feeling safe under the covers with him, as if no one could harm us while we were under the covers, without moving my head, and looked at the Death Clan of the Fallen symbol that was stained onto his left pec.
"I like it." I said.
"You like what?" He asked, looking down at me.
"The mark. The symbol."
"Why?" He said.
"It shows me that you are better than the members of the Death Clan of the Fallen. It tells a story about you, it shows what you faced, what you lived through and outlived. I like it because it tells me that you chose the right path, getting off the tracks of the wrong one while you still could. It's like a cool battle wound." I smiled, and he shook his head.
"You know you're a bit weird?" He laughed.
"So I've been told." I said, and stopped tracing his body, and put my hand on his stomach. "I love you."
"I love you too." He said, and I put a leg over his waist.
Volume Seven
BuffyFaithfan1
___________________
[TEN]
I looked up at Jerek, my head on his chest, my index finger tracing patterns over his skin.
"What?" He asked, his arm around me.
"Nothing." I said, and he laughed.
"Okay. Well, are you wantning to take a shower or something? It's four." He said.
"No. I want to stay right here." I moved my head back to where it was, watching my finger run along his skin, making patterns I didn't know what of.
I looked up, feeling safe under the covers with him, as if no one could harm us while we were under the covers, without moving my head, and looked at the Death Clan of the Fallen symbol that was stained onto his left pec.
"I like it." I said.
"You like what?" He asked, looking down at me.
"The mark. The symbol."
"Why?" He said.
"It shows me that you are better than the members of the Death Clan of the Fallen. It tells a story about you, it shows what you faced, what you lived through and outlived. I like it because it tells me that you chose the right path, getting off the tracks of the wrong one while you still could. It's like a cool battle wound." I smiled, and he shook his head.
"You know you're a bit weird?" He laughed.
"So I've been told." I said, and stopped tracing his body, and put my hand on his stomach. "I love you."
"I love you too." He said, and I put a leg over his waist.
9: Send him love letters and sign them “You dearest Victoria”.
8: Constantly think about kissing Bella. Run!
7: Lock him in a room with Mike, Tyler, Eric, and Jacob. Give everyone except him a picture of Bella.
6: Tell him the relationship he is having with Bella is practically paedophilia and he could be sent to jail for it.
5: Whenever he leaves a room or says goodbye, get down on your knees and beg him not to go, not again.
4: Make him go out with you to a fancy restrant for his Birthday when it isn’t his Birthday. Get all offended when he won’t eat anything. Start crying.
3: Whenever he complains or argues, reply with “What are you gonna do Edward? Go to Italy?”
2: Buy him a dog. Name it Jacob.
1: Don’t think.
Oh... one more thing.... RUN!!!