Dream about me

It was just a feeling but it was so powerful that I couldn't resist. I knew well enough that this is a trap but even then I didn't stop. I pick the phone when the unknown number comes up and the voice comes out so deep that I couldn't find it in me to close it. The man's voice get deep in my soul. He told me that he want to see me. I even give me the address. Old building in the end of the town. Place where even the drug addicts wouldn't go.
Yes, from the moment he told me about that place I knew what was going to happen. Call me crazy but something inside me was telling me to go. Don't get me wrong I'm not suicidal by nature. I didn't want to die.  But I take that risk.
Without telling I picked my bag and sneaked out of my house. Not my parents, not even the guardians noticed me. After all I was plain and almost invisible for people. I wasn't flashy like my brother and sister. I was nobody. So it was pretty easy for me to go.
I took a taxi and told the driver to stop one block away. He didn't need to know where I was going. It was dark and the cold breeze makes me shiver but I didn't stop. The voice in my head leads me into the building. There was no windows or doors. Just empty rooms. It was so quiet here. Only my footsteps destroyed the silence.
I walk from one room to another with no direction. In the end I stopped on place where should be the indoor garden. There was no roof above me. Then I heard him. But before I could react something sharp stabbed me in the ribs. Not in the heart but still... My legs gives me up. I fell on the ground. My vision become blurred. I could feel something wet and warm and I knew it was my own blood. Then something touched my forehead. A hand. Big one. Long silver hair surrounds me. It was a man. And I was sure that he was the one who leads me more but also the one who tried to kill me. I couldn't speak. Then without warning he kissed me. First was my forehead. Then he whispered in my ear:
"You knew full well what was going to happen but came. Why, my love? You knew that I am the Reaper and you still came."
I didn't tell him that I knew who he was. Because honestly I didn't. He called me "my love" . These two words were everything I wanted. Just someone who can love me. Even if that's the Death himself. But he didn't kill me. I was alive. Wounded but not dead. The man told me that this wound will be memory of him. That I would never forget him. He promised to make me his. That I already belong to him.
How is it possible to love someone who never met? Someone who tried to kill you yet kissed you so gently and with pure love?
He was long gone when someone found me. I was in hospital for several days. The doctors said that I would be fine. The one who stabbed me knew well how to wound me without killing me in the process.
One night I was in my room watching my phone when stern voice said:
"You are not going to call him, are you? He is dangerous. You almost got yourself killed."
I couldn't said anything. How could I when he speaks the truth? But I wanted to hear that voice again. So badly just like I needed to breathe.  But I just stood there with the phone in my cold hand and didn't press the button. If he wants me that bad let him come. I provided my love for him with my blood. It's his turn to show me how brave he was. Let him come for me... if he can.
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