2.1
The Background of Olive Specter 
(Wrath "love of justice perverted to revenge and spite", Dante’s “Purgatory”)
Olive Specter woke up everyday to the same old things. The same gray stone house, the same oak dining room table set for two, the same silence, and the same loneliness. Even more unchanging, the same front yard that held ugly reminders of death. You see, Olive’s life was complicated. Her mind was skewed between right and wrong. She saw herself as a judge that would pass judgment on those that hurt her. Their sentence would always be the same, death.
It started innocently enough with an annoying coworker at the local pizza place. Olive couldn’t stand her perky attitude and endless bragging about delivering pizzas in precisely 30 minutes or less. Olive was convinced her murder was a mercy killing. She celebrated with a cheese pizza, thin crust, just how she liked it.
Knowing that love can calm the savage beast, Olive did try finding love a few times in her life. However after an unsuccessful marriage attempt (or rather being left at the altar), she gave up all hopes knowing love, joy, friendship, and happiness. They were nothing but signs of weakness to her anyway. The only friend she needed was death and she was able to control those who met him.
Years passed and more people in Strangetown disappeared. Olive believed that she was cleansing the streets of perverted criminals. She thought her actions had gone unnoticed, but they were being watched with interest.
The FBI had been keeping a close eye on Strangetown for several years. They’d always believed aliens would come, especially after rumors surrounding Area 51. They’d been investigating strange happenings in the sky above Strangetown and noticed the number of unsolved murders increasing in the area. Thinking it was aliens, they were shocked to find that it was a single woman. They tracked her down and instead of arresting Olive, they offered her a position. They needed someone to handle special missions, killing the assigned target, leaving evidence. Olive took on the job and became a great asset to the government.
Olive took pride in her work for the FBI. She was capable of changing her looks to draw in her prey and quickly kill them. The FBI was quite impressed with Olive. However, they were not the only ones impressed. The big man, Death, had taken notice. Death was the real undisputed champion of claiming souls, but Olive represented his match on Earth. He was tired of the comparisons and her codename, “Death Incarnate.” So in 2015, Death made an appointment to pass his own judgement.
Olive would never forget that day. She was celebrating her latest kill by doing some gardening. As Olive cut her hedges, a sudden storm came. She tried to seek cover by running inside, but fate had other things in mind. As she hit the first step, she was hit by lightening. A freak accident to some, but it was completely planned by Death.
As soon as the lightening made contact with her body, a chain reaction was set forth. Death grabbed his notebook as the electricity flowed through her body, attacking every nerve. Death shot off from his chambers as Olive shook on the ground violently. Death entered her front yard and walked toward her still twitching body. She just lay there, looking up at him. LOOKING AT HIM!?
Even as her soul escaped her body, she continued to look at him, daring him to take her. Death was the ultimate of evil and here was this woman penetrating him with her eyes. He was never unnerved, but something happened this time. Before her last breath could escape her body, he restored her to life.
He’d bent the rules before, but not like this. The big guys that ran the show let Death have a say in most things. Usually Death took souls without pity. Why was this time different? Later that night, he returned to Olive’s home, if for nothing more than to do it right this time. She sat in the living room, expecting him. She looked right at him when he entered. How could she see him?!!
“So you’ve come back,” Olive said.
Death stood silent.
“Well, get on with it then, bastard. You tried me the other day. You’ve had centuries to master this game! I’ve only been at it a few years and always get it right. Bring it on bitch!” she screamed as she jumped up and ran towards him.
Instead of crashing into Death’s body, Olive ran right through him and a strange ripple effect took place. Their very souls collided. When they parted, Olive knelt to the ground crying, feeling every emotion from the soul’s Death had claimed: grief, pain, fear, torture and anger. Death actually felt sensations of joy, friendship, passion, even love. These emotions were remnants of Olive’s humanity that she fought to suppress.
Death felt compelled to comfort Olive and as he reached for her, he saw his hand was no longer skeletal but human. He couldn’t understand why he had flesh or this newfound concern for Olive. She too was a killer, and he admired her for that, but she was only a human.
Through this strange bond, Death dared to pull her to him and kiss her. His first kiss. From the beginning he was Death and this was new to him. He wanted more, he wanted her. He was amazed to find that she wanted him too. They consummated their union that day. He lingered for only a short time afterwards, there would be questions that he had to answer. He left Olive that day with more than a broken heart he left Olive pregnant.
Olive was surprised when she felt the waves of morning sickness weeks later, but a visit to the doctor confirmed it. When her son was born, she saw in his vacant eyes reminders of Death and she couldn’t bear to think of their encounter. Determined to forget it ever happened, she gave away her only child.
Seeking a fresh start, Olive purchased a new house right next to the local cemetery, a cemetery filled with bodies of those she’d killed. She eventually purchased the cemetery itself as a reminder of what she’d done to others. The city was glad to have it off of their hands as rumors were flying about ghosts that crept from the graves at night. Her new house became her own tomb, a place where she felt she belonged.
It wasn’t long before she heard of her sister’s death and that she was now the guardian to her niece. She contemplated quitting her job with the FBI, but the money was good and she now had a child to support. Life continued like this for years, until Ophelia moved out. Even though Olive had gotten older, she still was lethal. Who’d suspect that an elderly woman would slip poison in their tea? She planned to retire in a few years. She planned to use this time to really get to know Ophelia and spend time with her son, Nervous, who she reconnected with a few years ago.
So in January of 2039, Olive realized her life was coming to an end. She felt it, the coldness of Death clawing for her soul. She wasn’t ready for the final curtain call just yet, but her number would be up soon. She was overcome with a deep depression, she had so much to make right. To boast her mood, she ventured to the local park to sit, to think, and to cry.
Little did Olive know, someone would be there to offer her a shoulder to cry on. Count Vlad followed Olive to the park. He saw the emotions of pain written on her face and casually started a conversation. She had never poured her heart out to anyone before, but there was something about his nature, something about his eyes. She confessed that she never raised her only child because of her fears. She told him that she was not the mother she should have been to her niece. She even ventured to tell him that she’d done bad things to people. If she’d only given love a chance. She wished she could live longer to get to really know her son and niece. See them do great things in life and protect them, as a mother should.
Her wish was made that day and Vlad’s plan put into action. They had coffee to talk more. He asked for her number and made plans to invite her over for lunch to talk more in a few days. In the meantime, he would make a few calls and begin his mission.
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