Ramblings of an Immortal
The young motherI didn't want to take her. Not at all. Her life was what I would imagine the perfect human life to be. She had a loving husband, a little boy that adored her and loyal friends. But her time was up. The aneurism in her brain was about to burst. The pull to take her was rather sudden in the grand scheme of things. I only had a few days to prepare.
In that way, I prefer foul play. I feel the pull much earlier, have time to follow the person. Why do I do that? I don't know. I just enjoy watching people, I guess. But when the is premeditation, I get involved sooner. With sudden deaths - stroke, heart attack - I might get a day or two. Things like auto accidents, I'm lucky if I get ten minutes. But with this one, she went with me easily. I guess she sensed her time was up, as those that are at peace with themselve often do. She walked through the veil holding my hand, only a sad smile on her face as she looked back at her lifeless body resting on the couch, waiting to be found. |
The junkieHe was quite a handful. I had felt the pull from him for years. His lifestyle kept him on the edge of death. When I came to take him, it was bloody and chaotic. Nothing exciting, yet I did get to know him from the time he was an adolescent.
It was sad, but in a clinical way I enjoyed watching him. I learned much about the way a person's environment truly shapes their lives. He was raised in a poor neighborhood, to a mother who didn't care. She had five kids, of which he was the youngest, by five different fathers. She neglected them all, leaving the child rearing to the older siblings or the streets. He was doomed from early on and I hated to have to take him at such a young age, barely out of his teens. |