Fade

      I’ve been invisible for centuries, just completely gone in a very ‘there’ sort of way. I perched on a school roof, feeling the snow touch my face and then melt down my cheeks. The cars are just speeding by not noticing; never seeing. It is funny how often things go unnoticed, how many people go missing, how many hours humans spend looking at their feet. That’s one of the things I’ve noticed over my many years, humans never look up. I stood at the edge of my roof top, my ripped and tattered jeans getting wet form the falling flakes of ice.

     I associated myself with ice fairly often because in a way, I was frozen. I didn’t age; I was created as a young teenage girl and will forever stay that way. I looked out over the world, just filled with accidents waiting to happen. I jumped down the three story building landing on my feet easily, nothing could hurt me. The frozen ground felt hard under the heels of my worn shoes. I walked along the side walk, listening to people chatter their teeth and watching them shiver as I passed through them. The tingles in their spines will be chalked up to nothing more than being cold.

     With my scythe tight in my hand I walked silently, pulling my black hood up over my crystal white hair. I heard some young girls; they were wearing school uniforms and giggling in front of me. I followed them close behind and their voices dropped to just above a whisper. It’s funny how human instincts worked, how they knew someone was following them when there was seemingly no way they could of known I was listening. I guess you can’t chalk that up to ‘just the wind’.

“Did you hear what Abby did to Melisa?” The blonde asked the brunette.

     “Oh-My-Gosh yes!” The brunette replied smiling.

     Another thing I found strange about humans, the names they gave each other were so strange. I guess it was their parents who gave them such names; they were given no choice at birth. I was never born, I was created, and I was the Keres of Accident. I and my malevolent sisters brought death to those who suffer the most violent ends. For these two girls, it would soon be all over, I knew this from the pull I felt from them. Like a string being tugged from the center of my chest, I was like a puppet and fate was jerking the strings.

     The girls stopped at a cross walk and didn’t look both ways, the cold wind had them both shivering and in too much of a hurry to get back home. It was really too bad they would never get home again… they didn’t notice the car. I did of course, I knew what would happen the second I felt the pull. The ‘tug of death’ my sisters called it. It was odd because they always enjoyed feeling such possession of it. It meant we got to feed, it excited them… I’ve never been all that partial to it to be honest.

     The girls were in the middle of the street and the car sped, there was never a proper way to describe the sound of a human body hitting the metal at such a high speed. The car’s driver was drunk; he wouldn’t die, although he’d wish he did. Both girls skidded on the pavement, leaving a dark scarlet stain where their skin had been ripped off on the rugged city road. The blonde died on contact, severing her spine into various pieces. The car lay front first in a ditch a few feet away, the brunette let out a blood curdling scream. It rang down the street; she was trying to pull herself towards her friend, clearly in shock. I walked calmly towards her, she was bleeding internally, and that included her brain. Blood seeped from a huge gash where her skull had made contact with a sharp stone laying on the ground.

     Soon she stopped trying to crawl, feeling her body fill with blood, eyes wide with the realization and the feeling of dying. I knelt beside her, it was rare that people saw me as they died, but she did seem to as her eyes locked with mine. I smiled kindly at her; I was the only one of my sisters that seemed to have any sympathy or remorse. Probably because I wasn’t the Kere of battle, or disease, or Gods forbid, murder. I stroked her cheek with my grey white hand and she opened her mouth as if to speak. I sighed, hungry, and almost sad for this girl.

     Slowly I lowered my Scythe down to her neck, holding it there for a moment before slicing across her jugular. Of course a gash never actually appeared, it was severing her spirit form her body and once her spirit had faded away and she was dead, I picked up her limp wrist. I heard people around me, and the distant whine of sirens from emergency vehicles.

     I lapped up the life blood on her wrist for a moment, then dug my sharp teeth into it, sucking out the substance I could. It warmed me and made me feel the closest to happy I could get it seemed. Once I let go I stood; the chaos and tragedy around me was nothing new, it felt the same as it did every time a death from an accident happened. It didn’t feel good like my other sisters described it; I didn’t revel in death like they did. I wasn’t sure why, I think it’s because accidents are merely that. Just accidents, there is no anger or frustration beforehand, no sickness or warning. They just happen and they wipe people from the planet in seconds, tearing things apart to the point where they can’t be put back together.

     I didn’t stay to watch, or linger over the devastated families shoulders like the rest of the Death’s did. I just floated away, invisible, like I always did. I faded away and never turned around to see what I’d done, because if you can’t see it, it doesn’t have to be real and you don’t have to acknowledge it. Like me. Like death.