The song to the right is definitely the most relatable song to the series yet. Not really sure how I feel about this chapter. :/ Regardless, I hope you all enjoy & I love you all!! :)))

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Once again, I woke up gasping for air and clutching at the blankets around me. Death was no longer next to me, but where he once lay was still indented in the mattress, and the extreme heat of his body had left the surface of the sheets entirely as if he wasn't even there. I started to rub at the arm that his heavy head had been laying on, which was still tingling with lack of blood circulation as if I kept my arm in that awkward position as I slept, and tried to control my chaotic thoughts and emotions.

            " Anna spread her pretty pale legs for me before I even agreed to help her. And what did I get after I killed the whore for you? Not even a thank-you. I cleaned up whatever mess of your life you were making, and not even a damn thank-you."

            Covering my face with my hands momentarily, I held back my sobs by biting down on my lip. Now I was feeling Death's pain more than ever, as if we shared the same experience. His sadness. His betrayal. His hatred for his father. It was all flowing inside of me like a pool of toxic waste, making me feel an uncontrollable amount of sadness, betrayal, and hatred towards everything and everyone.

            Now it was all falling into place for me, why Death wouldn't let me in. Maybe he didn't even know where to begin. I had already known he was broken beyond repair, now I had discovered what had really happened between him and Annona. He had loved a woman that had cheated on him to get rid of her baby. She was afraid of him. Disgusted, probably. How could Annona have done something so cruel to Death, especially  The tears never seemed to end. I was in denial, seeking other explanations as to why I had those peculiar dreams. Maybe they weren't real after all.

            Seeing Death cry -- even when it was only a moment -- had tore my heart into a million pieces. I was so upset, that I no longer felt comfortable in a soft, cozy bed while Death virtually relived his past because of me once again. I slid out of the bed into the freezing air and pressed my bare feet against the frigid hardwood floor, staring to carefully and quietly make my way to the only door that was slightly cracked in the entire room.

            Opening it, I peered out into a dark, endless hallway, and felt around the walls for a light switch. Anything? Nothing. Great. If there was one thing I learned about being alone with Death, it was not to let him trap you in an endless, pitch black hallway with no escape. Honing in on my senses, I could hear the small sound of some sort of fan vibrating at the end of the hallway, and faint voices coming from a television. I started to slowly walk down the pitch black hallway, feeling around the walls, and trying to remind myself over and over again that it was only Death and I in the house, that there was no reason to let my heart pound so erratically in my chest.

            Until I heard her voice.

            "I'm so glad you called me when you did, baby."

            As soon as I picked up that voice in the remoteness of the apartment, my eyes went wide and my pace quickened. I knew that voice. Reaching the end of the hallway, I peered out into a massive, stainless steel kitchen. The lights were dimmed along the ceiling, so I carefully made my way past it, peering past another archway into a dining room with a stretched out glass table.

            I could still hear the woman whispering with her seductive undertones, taunting me. Where was she? I padded further into the dining room, discovering yet another archway into a new world where the walls were a deep wine and black leather couches curved along every cover of the room. There was brick fire place. A television that was ten times my size. And--

            I threw my hand over my mouth, suppressing the sob that had rapidly built up in my throat.

            "Ouch, you tease!" the red head above Death on one of the leather couch's yelped, giggling as his shadowy face moved along her neck. Tiara. It was freaking Tiara. It was the nasally, nasty red head that I once had to deal with at Devin & Son. The heartless, so-called fake girlfriend that Death had arrogantly reminded me over and over again had mostly been around to make me jealous.

            Just then, Tiara lifted away from Death and leaned her hands on his wide, muscular chest, licking her lips as she dragged her nails along his naked chest. He let out a low, menacing hiss in response and gripped her hips, making Tiara smile down at him with a lazy, flirtatious smile.

            "Needy?" she asked, arching a red eyebrow. She started to run her claw-like nails in his hair, when Death gripped her wrists and brought her face down close to his.

            "I'm growing impatient," Death growled. His voice was rough and a bit slurred. I noticed the three empty bottles of liquor on the table and put two and two together. "Stop teasing me and take your clothes off."

            It didn't sound like his voice, it was so strained and...empty. This man was suddenly a stranger to my ears.

            "My Lord, you're so needy for my touch tonight. And tense," Tiara said, starting to undo the black-satin robe that she was wearing. She revealed to him a very sheer, very expensive looking, silk lingerie, that made her ample breasts in particular look like they were about to spill out. Those must have been newly implanted... "How long have you been waiting--?"

            "Months," he whispered hoarsely, reaching over and nursing a glass of liquor on the table next to them with ice in it.

            "Months?" Tiara let out a high pitched laugh, "you waited months?"

            "That's what I said, hon," he said a tad contemptuously, ogling at her breasts.

            Tiara realized he was serious. "You poor thing!" she cooed, starting to slide her body down his torso, dragging her nails along his abs and long legs until she straddled his knees, resting her hands on his thighs. "I would have came to you immediately if you called, you know I would have. I'd do anything for you. I'll have to make up for lost time, won't I?"

            Death blinked up at the ceiling, tilting his head at it as if he had seen something interesting. It was clear he was piss drunk. "I guess," he murmured, "it doesn't matter to me anymore. Just touch me."

            "Just touch you?" Tiara sounded slightly offended, drawing back from him, then quickly went back to seducing him. "Hmm, should I start from the bottom up this time?" she wondered, stretching her arms up towards his pecs like a cat and dragging her fingers down his chest again.

            Shaking himself from his thoughts, Death looked away from the spot he was so fixated with on the ceiling. "What? I--yes--I don't really care. Shit, I didn't mean to say it like that... Maybe I did. God damnit, I'm so unbelievably usmashed. I'm going to start rambling." Suddenly fuming, Death ran his hands through his hair, pulling lightly at the ends. "Anything! Just do anything to me!" he snarled, reaching for his glass and peering into it. He frowned at the contents. "Wait..."

            "What is it, my Lord?" Tiara gritted. She was agitated and clearly eager to get his pants off. "Do you want more ice? I'll get some more in the kitchen."

            "The ice is watering it down." Death's mouth fell into a straight line like he was contemplating something, and he quickly reached for an entire clear bottle of liquor and drank heavily, straight from the source. "That's much better," he said with a heavy sigh, setting the drink down, "continue whatever you were doing." Death started to lean his head back against the couch as she teasingly undid his pants.

            I held my breath, every fiber of my being begging me to go into the room and attack Tiara. Go! Go in there before it's too late! Go in there and rip her head off! But all I could do was helplessly stare, too ashamed of myself for every thinking he at least respected me. Had he expected me to enter the room while they were having sex? Was this planned out, as another one of his spiteful games?

            I tried to tear my eyes away from the two of them when Tiara's hand slipped down into his pants, smiling devilishly up at him. I really did try to look away, however, I outrageously felt the need to keep watching, with the sickening, disturbing thought that I would never get to touch him like that, and this was somehow my way of experiencing it.

            You're disgusting for watching them, I thought. And you're a fool for not marching in there and punching her in the face. But did I have the right to do that? Was Death really my property? Could I really be so selfish as to take away his pleasure -- regardless of the fact that it was freaking Tiara.

            "Comfy?" Tiara said, raising an wicked eyebrow that I wanted to shave off with  a butcher knife.

            "Very," he confessed softly. Death shifted his legs with a low moan, dragging his hand slowly down his face. A slow blush traveled sinfully up my neck as Death gripped the couch tightly with his hands with his eyes closed and mouth parted. "But stop," Death suddenly breathed out, then more urgently, "stop."

            She slipped he hand away from him and he immediately zipped up his pants.

            "I'm too old to do this kind of shit," he said, sitting up slightly.

            "You're never too old for this."

            "I don't mean this," he said bitterly. Death reached for the liquor bottle and took a large gulp. "I meant babysitting a stupid bitch. Protecting a stupid bitch. Making sure the stupid bitch isn't getting in trouble."

            I silently wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand, remaining within the shadows of the kitchen.

            "Wait a minute," Tiara said, her nastiness showing, "you weren't... thinking of her while I was...?"

            "Of course I wasn't! I. . . . . .oh, fuck, I was thinking of her. But not...not like that! Never like that. No, never like that!" Death started to laugh a little, when his smile fell and he quickly grabbed at the liquor bottle on the coffee table and drank from it heavily. "She's a child, Tiara. She's only been on the planet for nineteen short years. Not to mention, Faith would ever touch me like that. Like you just did." He laughed drunkenly at the absurdity of his words. "She probably doesn't even know what a condom is."

            "Faith's a little whore on the inside," Tiara sneered, "her little good girl act is all pretend.  I've seen the way she looks at you, like she's dry humping you with her eyes. She's a whore."

            "No, she's about as virgin as it gets. Gets nervous as hell whenever I even touch her." Death took another large gulp of his drink, his voice already getting more slurred. I could tell by "God, I'm a damn selfish pig for inviting you here and talking about her of all people, aren't I? " Death reaching up to run his hands along Tiara's thighs and started to sit up so that she was now straddling his lap. "I invited you here for a reason," he added.

            "Damn right you did," Tiara purred, kissing his jaw.

            "For a reason..." Death repeated, starting to get lost in his own thoughts again, "hold on a moment, would you? I need a smoke." Balancing Tiara on his lap, Death reached onto the coffee table in front of them and grabbed a small golden rectangular object.

            "Have you ever made a big mistake that you wish you could fix?" Death started, oblivious to the fact that Tiara was becoming more frustrated that her panties weren't off by the minute, "I'm starting to unbelievably regret what I've done with Faith. There's a lot of things I regret in my life, but especially bonding with her. It was beyond idiotic what I did, and it was out of this raw, insuperable jealousy I had over her stupid, goody-two-shoes guardian angel, John. She had never even met the guy and I had this idea in my head that I had to kill him before he got inside her pants. Looking back at my thought process, I see how idiotic that was. To assume an angel, a light angel, at that, would try and have sex with Faith is ludicrous. Poor bastard, didn't even stand a chance against me."

            "Totally," Tiara said, speeding her hands along his muscular chest, "now can we--?"

            "Our dreams are connected now. Everything is connected. I hate it. I hate everything, but I especially hate this connection the most. I'm going to break it, I think. The bond. It'll be painful, but I can't keep letting her live through my past and her past...our past. Some things you just have to push forward and forget, and the moment I came to Faith Williams when she was all grown up, it was like everything I had forgotten came back to haunt me. I was no longer looking at a little girl that was in her own little world, who I didn't have to explain myself too because she didn't understand or judge me. Little kids rarely judge you, even when you look the way I do. I hate that I have a soft spot for those little... things, but I do, and I probably always will.... because I always wanted a child, and that's one of the few things in my life that I've never gotten and I've wanted the most."

            Death was silent for a while, his eyes glazing over, hands starting to fidget against the couch. "Anways, I'm done limiting myself. I'm done torturing myself, denying what I need. And what I need is....sex. Sex, sex, and hot sex. Yes, that's exactly what I need." He grit his jaw together, popped open the rectangular device in his hand, and drew a cigarette out with his teeth. Suddenly, Death lazy threw his head back against the couch with his unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. "But recently.... it feels like the only sex that's available to me these days is from a  virgin that's off limits."

            Tiara motioned to her lingerie. "You have me."

            Death lifted his head, scowling at her with his drunken gaze. "It's not all about you, you know. I'm talking about Faith right now."

            "I noticed. Let's not talk about her--"

            "Why not, when she's the main reason we've been apart?" Death snapped, still laughing lowly to himself. "As soon as I saw her extraordinary taste in panties, no other panties compared." His mind went elsewhere again.

            Now Tiara was furious. "What?"

            "You wouldn't understand," Death said, becoming bitter again. "It would have been cruel to keep seeing you, pretending you were my girlfriend when you were just my benefactor, when I practically had the damn girl of my dreams in front of me and all I was focusing on was pissing her off with you."

            Tiara stared at him with a wide eyed look. "Girl of your dreams?"

            Death's expression slowly became void of any emotion, and before he could explain himself he quickly reached for that bottle of liquor on the coffee table in front of him and chugged down the rest of it.

            "Are you in love with her?" Tiara demanded, getting off of his lap. "You're in love with her, aren't you? Aren't you? That's why you haven't called me! I can't believe I never..." She clutched at her hand. "I should have known that you loved her. I should have...god, I should have just woken up and left you two alone."

            "Please." Death snickered under his breath, clearly entertained. "You sound like a narrator for a Disney movie. Give me a damn break. Love is a forgotten, exceptionally misunderstood word in my world. And a liar. A cheater. A damn mistake. I don't have her number anymore, but do me a favor and tell love to go scr*w herself " He sharply inhaled his cigarette, blowing it out into the vent. "Thousands of years. Thousands and thousands of years of the same reaction to women that think I'm just perfect... Women that fall at my feet and beg for everything and anything from me. Yes, it's a little refreshing to have someone like Faith that's willing to stand up to me. But she's a temporary person on this earth, even more temporary because of what's inside of her. I don't have any reason, time, or energy to care for a person that's temporary. Don't you agree?"

            Tiara picked up her jacket, appearing aghast. "No. No, I really don't, My Lord. For once, I actually couldn't disagree with you more." She disappeared in a fiery blaze without another word.

            Smirking to himself, Death starting to put his cigarette back to his lips, when turned his head slightly in my direction, his expression void of any particular emotion.

            I pulled myself back into the kitchen, pressing myself against the wall. Had he seen me? I rapidly wiped at the tears streaming down my face. Pathetic.

            As I peered back around the archway, Death was lounging back against the couch, blowing smoke up into the fan in the ceiling above him that sucked up the fumes like a vacuum. He took a few more drags, staring at fan as the smoke traveled into it, before smothering the cigarette in a stain glass ashtray and hurled the golden pack of cigarettes into the unlit fireplace.

             "We never did finish that bet," Death finally said.

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