But what came next was a surprise to him, the girl didn’t scream, nor did she make any sort of reaction whatsoever. No blood came out from where the blade had punctured. “What the hell?” Micheal said out loud.

The girl looked down and let out an audible sigh. "Must you human always be so dramatic?" She picked Micheal up off the ground like she was grabbing a mischievous child and set him down onto his bed.

“What the hell are you?”

She smirked an alien smirk that didn’t seem to match her youthful face. "I am a being that knows your circumstances and has the power to change them. Nothing else matters besides that Micheal."

“Impossible,” Micheal sputtered collapsing into his bed, weak and drained of any energy, whatever this person wanted Micheal no longer could stop her.

“Impossible? No.” She stood over him in his bed her cold hand touched his cheek and suddenly he saw himself, not who he is now but a version that hadn’t wasted away, a version healthy and strong, he saw himself walking, no, running in sheer joy. She removed her hand and he was back in reality. Tears strolled down his face unbidden, and he started sobbing.

The being that stood above him in a strange show of what might be comfort she put her hand awkwardly on his head.

Micheal could feel everything that he had ever thought crumble, he had never believed in anything like angels and demons, but what else could she be unless he had finally gone crazy and at this point, he’d rather be crazy than continue living like this.

“What do you want from me?” He asked. Her response though was chilling, she grinned in a way that looked as if she had skewered her prey on a spear. “Your life.”

“My, my life?!” She was a demon, she had to be. “What’s the point of making this deal if I just end up dead?”

She frowned and tilted her head slightly to the side, “Don’t all you humans end up dead eventually? Why worry so much about how long it takes to get there?”

“How am I supposed to enjoy living a normal life if I’m already dead?”

She nodded understanding the issue at hand. “One year.” She replied.

“One year?”

“I will give you one year to live a life like that of any normal person. In exchange, the life that you had remaining is mine to do as I please.”

“To do as you please? What is that supposed to mean?” She shrugged noncommittally. Exactly as stated, your remaining life is mine, seems like a pretty good deal, one year, one life.”

One year seemed a little short, could he get more? “Five years?” He asked. Her eyes narrowed in displeasure and Micheal felt a pang of panic, what if she decided not to make the deal after all.

“I cannot negotiate, one year is all that can be approved.”

“Okay, I’ll take it.”

“Good,” She leaned down, her face now inches away, that was when he noticed that the being wasn’t breathing now that he thought about it the entire time she hadn’t moved her lips at all except when she had smiled or frowned. Her lips pressed into his, cold, unyielding but soft. “The pact is now made, One year; One Life. No others will prey, I claim this one as mine.” She said somehow while their lips were still locked. Her eyes glowed, Micheal felt a burning in his chest and the heat in the rest of his body seemed to drain away along with the rest of the world going out until finally, he was unconscious, the last thing on his mind how warm the girls' lips had seemed to be.