It started so long ago I don't even try and remember the date since it would be useless. At the time I was still getting used to the not dying or aging thing, even though it had been a couple of years since I drowned and washed up on the shore of England, so I kept my head down. I was a casual observer and reporter of the affairs of men. It was easy and allowed time for me to try and figure out how I didn't die and why I still look twenty-five. I had guessed it was a gift from the gods. I still do, by the way.605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm3k0A5REQz
Anyways, we were in Paris when we met. Again, after one hundred years.
I remembered her because nobody could look at you as cold as she did without trying. She swept her icy gaze over the coward of nobles as she came in, her dress the color of red wine. Or blood. I usually say blood since she didn't have tolerance for anyone. Her eyes landed on me and they widened in the same shock that I felt. She didn't take them off me as she made a polite beeline towards me in the corner of the ballroom.605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSIUnS8XZra
We didn't speak. We just stared at each other, taking in the other's details until we both said in unison the question on our minds.
She had hit me with her purse, her lips a straight line. "I saw you drown farmer boy!" she hissed just like the snake she is.605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3fgIkohnks
"You should be a hag!" That earned me another hit with the purse.605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTusgNPoTCh
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"How are you still alive you imbecile!"
"I don't know! How are you?"
She didn't reply, she just crossed her arms and looked at me the way she did whenever someone was starting to displease her. A frown so deep, narrow eyes to cut into your soul and one cheek sucked in.605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWkJgIJGEms
Her name is Rene, the only other Immortal that I have even known or loved.605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXS8em2g3N0
