Part 3: The calm before the storm

Warm water flowed over Kiara's pale skin, taking with it the blood from previous encounter with the berserker which pooled at her feet in the old tub in a murky red puddle which just reminded her of her curse, and her thirteenth birthday. The day she lost everything...

Kiara quickly twists the shower knob and the shockingly cold water washes away the depressingly dark thoughts that started to cloud her mind. She had promised herself to never get attached, to remain solitary and completely closed off from the world to limit how much her miserable fate affected others. Not everyone was nigh immortal like her after all.

Once her limbs start getting stuff from the cold she twists the knob once more to shut off the water, wasting no time getting dried off and dressed before listening at the still locked door.

There was no sound from beyond the door, but that didn't mean the man had left. Not that it mattered much, it was just a nuisance. A click sounds and the door swings open, letting in a rush of cool air as she glances either way down the hall to check for sword wielding berserker before making her way to the kitchen after confirming the house looked void of life. At least, until she got to the kitchen and noticed the man standing at attention in front of the door, effectively blocking off entrance into, and out of, the house.

They stare at each other for a minute before Kiara breaks the now uncomfortable silence, "I think you missed the memo so let me spell it out for you, you're not welcome. If you stay I can't be held responsible for what might happen to you." He gives a small grunt in reply which merely serves to fuel her frustration. Even if he was a berserker of Odin, this was unacceptable! She stalks up to him and has to stand on her toes to come even close to level with his face, but even then she only reached his chin. "Listen you, I don't care what whack job assignment you're damn god gave you, leave me the hell alone! If you stay you will eventually die, because clearly you can't kill me since you're also a result of my curse, alright?!" His hand suddenly reaches passed her and she feels herself being lifted up by the back of her shirt, soliciting a yelp from her. "Let's get a couple things straight kid, my name isn't You, it's Jerriah Rathe. Also, I'm not leaving until I find a way to end you. It may sound harsh, but as a berserker of Odin I cannot abandon a task so graciously given to me by Odin himself. Are we clear?" He seems to take her shocked look as a yes and sets her down surprisingly gently. "I don't care what you think of me, but I will be keeping an eye on you until I figure out how to kill you. That's that."

Kiara barely registered his last statement through the shock of his abrupt statement and hands on approach. No one had spoken to her for longer then a few seconds before, let alone in the way he had spoken to her. The most bizarre thing though, was the fact that he was almost like a reverse body guard. He swore to stay with her and keep an eye on her, but only for the sake of ending her life. If not for the bitter taste the situation left in her mouth she might have laughed at its absurdity.

He'd be stuck with her for the rest of her existence if he kept his word because of the flip side of her curse. That which resulted from the "bad luck," essentially, couldn't kill her. When she thought about it that girl that died had been Odin's daughter, so he lonely wanted revenge for her death, something that had resulted from her curse. So, in a round a bout way, this Jerriah person was definitely a result of her cursed luck. As such, he'd never be able to kill her himself.

With a frustrated sigh she turns to the fridge and opens it, inwardly cringing at how bare it was before grabbing an apple and shutting the door with her hip on her way to the living room couch. This was such a fucking mess. At least her curse would probably get rid of him soon... Hopefully.

She sits down and takes a bite of the apple as she turns on the t.v., only for the screen to turn to static a few seconds into some sort of sports channel. "Bloody hell." She mutters and flips it off again, only made more upset by the feeling of unwelcome eyes boring into her. A few deep breaths later she lays down and continues eating her apple, weariness settling over her now that her adrenaline had worn off and her emotions had been suppressed. Before she knew it the dark blanket of sleep had claimed her once more despite the discomfort of a stranger lurking in her home.