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Death Makes Me Feel Alive

Date: 8/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: kittykat94, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

now, wearing converse, old jeans, a black shirt with a skull, and my ever present skull necklace, but his gaze still made me nervous. No one had ever looked at me like that before. I reached behind me, hoping to find something to defend myself, but found nothing. I glanced him over from the bottom up. He wore combat boots, black jeans, and a black t-shirt. He wore a couple rings on his fingers, old signet rings. It was the medallion around his neck that caught and held my attention however. The symbol of the cult of Hades. I fainted. When I came to, I had no idea where I was. I was in a bed, but it definitely wasn’t my own. The bed was much too big to be my tiny dorm room bed. Confused, I glanced around, but I was in complete darkness. It all came rushing back to me then, the library, the strange man, the symbol of Hades… Suddenly the room lit up. It was richly furnished and lit by a chandelier. I was lying in a king, four-poster bed, with heavy curtains drawn back all around it. There were velvet chairs in one corner. There were three pictures on one wall. One of the man from the library, one of a man with light brown hair and sea green eyes, and another of a man with bright blonde hair and electric blue eyes. I shook my head. It couldn’t be. The man from the library was standing in the doorway, leaning against the side of it. He was tall, at least six feet. He was without his boots now, only wearing black socks. I wondered if it was because he didn’t want to get the carpet ... dirty. It looked very expensive. “You’re awake.” he sighed with relief. His voice was deeper than I imagined. “Who are you?” I demanded as he sauntered into the room and sat on the end of the bed. “I believe you already know,” he said, his bright blue eyes meeting my green ones once again. I felt a jolt of electricity go through me as his eyes stared into mine. They were as deep as the sea. “Hades,” I whispered. “The god of death.” “It seems I am not the only one interested in death.” He reached out lightly to touch my necklace, his long fingers only slightly brushing it. “I’ve always been slightly morbid.” I responded. “Skulls are part of my daily outfit. People rarely understand why it’s so interesting. But I find death fascinating.” He chuckled, a rumbling from deep in his chest. “That explains why you are studying ancient death worship. Sorry,” he explained with a slight blush, “I went through your research.” “That’s okay,” I mumbled, slightly in shock. “It’s about you anyway.” I glanced around the room again, this time picking up smaller details. The fireplace was marble. The bed was carved out of some giant bone, not wood. “Where am I?” I asked. “My room,” Hades responded. “In the Underworld.” “The Underworld?!” I squeaked. “You passed out!” He sounded panicked. “I didn’t know what to do… There was nowhere else for me to take you.” “Why were you there in the library anyway?” “I was looking for you!” “Why did you come all the way up from the Underworld to find me?” “You ...