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the skin around the words where extremely red as though he had just gotten a tattoo. Vane shook his

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Immortals Prophecy

Vane hated being immortal.

I mean sure he thought it totally awesome at first, but now it was just agitating. I mean what is the point? 

Sure he can have a bullet through the head, arm, or leg, and not feel a thing, and then be able to return to the Living. But how did living forever benefit him? 

He sighed and stared at the blue that stretched out forever

Vane loved the sea.

He always had, ever since the day his mother had been killed.

It was like visiting an old friend when he came here. It had comforted him when he had ran here after his mother had been shot by his sociopath father. 

He remembered he used to be afraid of the water, he had refused to come in when his mother brought him, but that day he had wanted to feel the cool saltwater lapping against his feet. It made him feel safe.

He smiled as the sun appeared over the horizon, it was beautiful.

He lingered a moment longer then he sighed and turned on his heel, he had to pay his rent today and Mrs. Higgens would probably be waiting at the door. Like she always did when it was time to pay rent.

She would be there in her ugly green bath robe, and her pink bunny slippers, she would demand her money there and if he didn’t have it she wouldn’t let him in. He began walking away from the beach when he saw a shimmering figure near the water. It was the girl he had been seeing of late. She was staring down at her arm, wincing as ink snaked its way around her wrist. Vane winced as he felt the pain she must be feeling.

He stepped towards her but then she disappeared in a flash of white, hot light.


The sky turned a bright shade of pink, and blue as he arrived at his apartment complex still thinking of what he had seen. His wrist felt like fire, but he ignored it. He walked up the stairs, and sure enough there Mrs. Higgins stood wearing her bunny slippers and robe. 

“There you are, I was waiting. Now where’s the rent?” She said in her high pitched voice, her hand outstretched.

“I have it here Higgins.” He reached inside his pocket and pulled out $400 crisp dollars.

Mrs. Higgins snatched it from his hands and began to count the money. Satisfied she stepped aside and let him in.

“Nice tattoo by the way, didn't know you had any.” She laughed, and Vane stopped, confused.

“Tattoo?” He said, “I don’t have a tattoo.”

“Yeah well, I just saw it when you itched your wrist so… what do I know?”

Mrs. Higgins snorted and stalked off back to her room.

Vane itched his wrist, as he walked up the stairs, and unlocked his apartment door. The pain was unbearable, and he knelt to the ground and leaned against the door, gritting his teeth.

He grabbed ahold of his shirt sleeve and pulled it up exposing his skin. Snaking up his arms where words in a different language, the skin around the words where extremely red as though he had just gotten a tattoo. 

Vane shook his head, surely this couldn’t be real. He believed that your bodies shouldn’t be ruined by tattoos, or piercings, so when did he get one? Not today, he had only taken a short walk to the sea, and then came straight back.

He sat there a moment, and soon the pain was gone, as well as the redness but his questions weren’t. 

When had he gotten the tattoo? Where had he gotten the tattoo? And Why? Could the tattoo be connected to the girl he kept seeing? Vane didn’t know how to answer his questions, but he knew someone who could. He got to his feet, and walked to the kitchen. 

To get to his friend he needed to do something quite drastic. He needed to kill himself.

He opened his keepsake drawer and pulled out a stainless steel knife with a wooden hilt. He pressed the recently disinfected tip to his heart, then pulled it away.

Should he bother her? What if she’s with a soul? He shook his head, and put the tip to his heart again. He took a breath and then plunged it in.

He felt nothing, but his body responded to the knife in his chest. He stumbled backwards and fell to the floor, hitting his head against the corner of the counter with a sickening crack.

Darkness formed around him, melting away his counters, stove, and fridge. The darkness intensified until everything had been swallowed by it.

Vane stood, and glanced around until he caught sight of her.

She looked the same as always. She wore her waist length black hair in braids, and wore a wreath of black, and gold roses around her head, her gold eyes still had that hint of silver in them, and she wore the same ripped jeans, with a black shirt. And of course she was barefoot, I mean it’s not like she ever touched the ground, she hovered, and sometimes she would be eight feet up in the air. 

She was a short 4’9 and Vane teased her relentlessly for it, but he knew she didn’t mind, she preferred to be that short.

Dahlia stared at Vane, then she shook her head, her braids swishing behind her.

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