Mated to Death

Serenity I groaned, clenching my eyes shut when the sunlight suddenly hit my face, making me dip further in my blanket. That's the toughest part about waking up in the morning— getting up from the bed. I sighed, massaging my temples as the pounding in my head increased. I hated parties and more than that I hated Spencer, who thought it would be funny to spike everyone's drink. Jerk! God! "Drink this, you'll feel better." I gasped, jumping at the sudden rough voice that rang in my room. My eyes jerked open to meet a pair of vibrant green eyes that were staring at me with such intensity that it made chills to pass down my spine. My gaze travelled down to take his appreance in my eyes. He was dressed in a round neck t-shirt and sweats. His brown locks falling messily over his forehead, his pale skin glowed under sunlight and I suddenly my mouth went dry. His eyebrows rose up when I didn't hold the glass of lime water, he held out for me. I swallowed nervously as I looked around my room. What the hell was he even doing in my room and my house? I don't even remember meeting him and I definitely don't remember bringing him in my house? "Who—who are you?" I stuttered, trying to act brave but I failed miserably. I was scared and it was legit to feel that way to see a complete stranger in your house. He stared at me for minute and two with complete silence as if he was searching for something in my eyes. He sighed, placing the glass on my bedstand before gracing me with his full attention. "Death." My eyes widened before they narrowed in rage. I was nearly having a heart attack here, but he wanted to play some damn stupid, sick game. I pursed my lips as I rose on my feet and he looked at me, very intently. He was a lot taller than me, making my brave charade to break for a second. He easily towered me with his height. "You know what? Get out. Get out before I call the cops." He rose his left brow at the sudden rush of my bravery as he scoffed in amusement and plopped on my bed, placing his right leg over his left one, making the anger inside me to double with even more rage. Glaring at him, I started walking other side of the room to pick up my phone. I almost called the cops when the phone was suddenly snatched away from my hand and was thrown on the chair beside me and I looked at him in disbelief. "You called for me, Serenity Valentina. You begged me to love you and now that I am here, you want me to leave you. That's certainly not happening." My eyes widened at his words. My heart pounded in my chest. I suddenly couldn't breathe. I begged for him to love me? I called him? I couldn't remember a word he was speaking but his eyes— they were so damn honest that it made me squirm in my place. He sighed, his eyes suddenly softened as he took a small step ahead, making me take two steps back in reflex. "You were drunk, Serenity. You probably don't remember anything. But I'm not lying. And you know that too because you would've felt it if I would've lied to you on your face, right?" His velvety voice rolled out of his lips, making me suck in a breath. The way he said my name, my heart skipped a beat. I never felt this before, I never felt my heart soaring in my chest but he did, he made it happen by just uttering my name. I bit my lips as I closed my eyes. I didn't feel the ache in my chest every time someone lied to me. In fact, I didn't feel any pain since he was here, a clear indication that he wasn't lying. But how do I believe this? Everything he says sounds so bullshit to my ears yet so enchanting. He was beguiling. His voice, his accent, his aura, everything soothed something inside me at the same time when he made my insides to tremble and curl. I fiddled with my rings, feeling the nervousness washing my features. I felt timid and bold, all the same time. His unwavering gaze made me wish to melt in a puddle but his scrutinizing orb captivated in them. I felt in daze. "Serenity," "Don't." I whispered, feeling my insides blazing in fire. My heartbeat increased, making my chest to rise and fall, way too dramatically. I didn't knew why I felt the way I was feeling— but everything was so terrifying and felt so out of control, that it scared me to no extent. My body was slipping out of my control with his voice and I didn't knew what to do. "It's okay, Serenity. Breathe." And I obliged, taking a few deep breaths, to calm my racing heart. "I know, this is too much. And I'll leave for now but do not forget that you called for me." "I was drunk!" "Drunk or not, you called for me. I could never ignore you, doesn't matter in what state you are." "So you run to everyone who asks you to love them?" I shot angrily, making him chuckle lowly. The vibrations from his chest passed down to mine, making me press my lips as I sucked in a breath. Control. It's very important to hold yourself together, Ser. "Not everyone is you, Serenity. I have been waiting for you since ages and when you finally called for me, I would've never ignored your call. You're too precious for me to do that." He spoke softly, his eyes burning me with so much intensity that my own eyes brimmed with tears. "I have cooked breakfast for you. And don't worry I haven't poisoned the food." He joked. His fingers twirled around a loose strand, making me close my eyes, momentarily. His fierce finger burned my very skin, he touched and my lips parted in response. He was a good two foot away from me, only his fingers were touching my measley of skin and yet it felt so intimate that it made me shiver visibly. "Leave, please." I pleaded, my voice cracked at the end. His lips pulled in a small smile that didn't reach his eyes as pulled his hand away, nodding his head. Why does it hurt so much for I am just a stranger to him and he was to me? He turned away from me, walking towards the main door, opening it before he stopped and turned around to look at me. His lips suddenly stretched in an annoying smirk as he opened his mouth to speak. "By the way, you puked on me twice, last night." And with that he slammed the door behind him and my cheeks burned in embarrassment. He was indeed a jerk, a very one who just knew his way through the words. ~~~~~~ Carmella— my roommate entered our apartment, making me narrow my eyes at her. She smiled widely as soon as she saw me and I threw the pillow at her, hitting right on her head and she looked at me with shock. "Where the hell were you? And why did you leave me alone here?" I gritted out, tying my shoelace and she rolled her eyes, throwing her bag on the sofa before turning to face me. "And since when did that started to affect you, Ser?" Since a certain green eyed stranger trespassed our territory. "Plus, I had to drop Ronny to back to his house, you know how his parents get." She continued and I shook my head. "Whatever, next time do—do not leave me alone." She narrowed her eyes, before she started giggling, flipping her pony as she crossed the distance and pulled my cheeks, making me push her away. I threw her a dirty look before I rubbed my now sore cheeks. "You were scared, Ser?" I rolled my eyes, my heart thumping in my chest. Anyone would have been if they found a stranger in their house, claiming some absurd things. "No, I wasn't—" "Oh my Gosh! You cooked us breakfast? That's so sweet of you, Ser." "What?" I asked, confused when suddenly his voice rang in my head. I have cooked breakfast for you. And don't worry, I haven't poisoned the food. "I haven't—" I turned to face Carmella but she had already tossed some in her mouth, chewing with her eyes closed as she hummed in pleasure. "Carmella!" "Damn you, Ser— for keeping your culinary skills hidden for so long." She accused with a playful look on her face but I shook my head. "But I didn't—" "Here, see how good it is." With that she shoved the fork in my mouth and my mouth flooded with the amazing taste of the food prepared by him. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach, my cheeks reddened. Who knew he could cook so well? And at that moment, I forgot that he might have poisoned the food because damn I can die a thousand deaths for this food. ~~~~~ Its so hard to love and even harder to be loved. But the desire to be loved is still so prominent within me that it made me beg for the love, I have been looking from years. And I didn't even had it in me to to voice my yearning and desire. But last night, the alcohol in my system gave me the voice.  And that might have been the reason I asked Death— as he calls himself to love me. But it's not easy to accept love. One has to give away everything they have to other and trust them with it. And the thought itself makes me vulnerable. The thought of getting loved chills my bone and I didn't had it in me to get broken yet again. I tucked the book under my pillow as I switched off the light of my side. Carmella had already fallen asleep and I too, closed my eyes to get pulled in the deep slumber of darkness. After all, like countless things, love can not help in mending