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He's not even blinking, I thought to myself, drowning in those darkening emerald eyes. They seemed to get bigger and bigger as Death slowly and carefully reprocessed what I had said.

            "Well?" Surprisingly my voice was bold and unwavering. "Are you just going to sit there and stare at me or are you going to lay one on me"-- I smacked my butt for effect -- "honey?"

            A slow, catlike smile began to spread along Death's mouth, until his lips peeled back from his large, straight white teeth , and he was grinning like a devilish piranha. Throwing his head back, Death fell into a fit of wicked laughter. The sound sinfully tickled the hairs on the back of my neck, making me cringe, and slid an imaginary finger up and down my back. I shivered violently at the noise and fought the urge to run the other side of the room.

            Abruptly, he stopped laughing. "Actually, princess, I was thinking of doing something else with that ass of yours." Death put his hands on his knees, and lazily stood up to his full, massive height. "Like beat it raw with my palm for disrespecting me, and for ruining the end of my damn book."

          "It's not my fault you're a slow reader!" I blurted, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as Death strode towards me, following me around the room in teasingly measured steps, "I know you wouldn't hit a girl, and you secretly have a soft spot for me, so stop trying to intimidate me. You're not."

            "Then why are you backing away from me? Remind me of that soft spot when you're bent over my knee. Maybe I'll finally find out if you're a screamer." He grinned wildly again, winking at me. "You definitely are, I can tell just by looking at you. I bet I could get you to come to me right now and let me punish you. Isn't that what you want, Faith? Punishment? Reapers are sadistic, why don't you give into your inner reaper so we can have some good, clean fun?"

            "Knock it off," I snapped, even though on the inside I was swaying with heat, my skin was on fire at the thought of him touching me. "You're screwing with me and avoiding the real issue here as you always do."

            "I think the real issue here is that I'm still dressed and you're not wailing for me to stop punishing you." Death played with the hem of his t-shirt, starting to life it up slightly and reveal his tanned stomach muscles. " I can't wait to palm you over and over and over again. Is it just me or is this room getting so... hot?" He licked at his lip piercing and looking at me from under his lashes. "Just imagine it, Faith. You're going to be an obedient little reaper ragdoll at the end of it all."

            "I'm already your rag doll." I swallowed hard, fighting not to give into his games. "The biggest issue here of them all is that you're an arrogant pr!ck that can't stand that I care about you. You're like the Grinch, it makes you cringe inside when people care."

            His lips twitched with a hidden grin. "Oh?" Death spoke to me as if I was a precious little thing that he pitied. "I'm like the Grinch? Won't you elaborate, little reaper?"

            "Sure thing! You're too cold and macho to admit that you care about me too," I said boldly, stepping towards him until we were dangerously close. I started jabbing at his chest with every word and letting my emotions crackle my voice. "In other words: you're a big baby. And you keep trying to push me away. And you'll keep pushing me away until I'm gone and you get what you want! And then when I'm gone, you'll just forget me. You'll move on. And that's the last thing anyone wants in the world, is to be just... forgotten."

            "Not that I care." I turned around sharply and shielded my face from his gaze, trying to hold back the building pressure behind my eyes. "I-I have to use the bathroom," I stuttered out, hurrying towards the gym door. I frantically tried the handle of the door, forgetting it was locked. Realizing that I was trapped in the room, my breaths started to quicken and I couldn't take in enough oxygen.

            "No you don't. What you really need is to take your emotions out on something," Death said knowingly from behind me.

            I whirled around to come face to face with a two metal rods. The sparing rods on the wall that I had wanted to use. "Sparing rods? What do you want me to do with them, when you've made me do jumps, karate blocks against freaking air, squats, and other stupid things every day this week?" The more that I focused on the metal rods and Death's hand wrapped around them, the easier it was to breath. They had strange designs engraved into them that fascinated me. "I couldn't even stand a chance against the punching bag, but you wouldn't know because you were reading the whole time about a whale!"

            Death moved the rods closer to me. "I was watching you. You're ready. Take them, and go from there."

            "What about my punishment?" I asked bitterly.

            "Since you're so desperate for one, you let me worry about that." He smiled at me in a friendly way. And coming from Death, that was beyond creepy. Unsure of myself, I grasped the rods in both hands and felt the cool surface against my scolding hot skin. Having a weapon in my hands made me feel...powerful.

            "Cool," I said.

            "You like them. Good. Now, I want you to practice hitting points and form on the punching bag."

            I brought the rods down to my side and cursed. So that was my punishment.  

            Fumed, I followed Death as he walked into the dark gym closet that was filled with an assortment of weights. "Are you serious? I finally get some sort of weapon to use, and I have to hit the punching bag?" Waving my hand towards the closet where Death was sorting through things, I started towards the punching bag when--

            Whoosh

            Sensing the object overhead, I fell into a low squat on the ground. Behind me, in all of his glory, was the cloaked and armed Angel of Death, twirling his massive scythe teasingly in his leather gloved hands and snickering underneath his hood.

            "Are you fucking insane?!" I screeched. "You get a freaking scythe and I get two sparring rods? How is that fair!"

            "Fore!" His scythe sliced through the air again like a golf club, moving so rapidly that there was a whistle in the air. With a high-pitched scream, I leaped out of the way of its path before it sliced me into ribbons.  

            "I think I'll take that spanking now!" I shouted, putting distance between us.

            Death tucked his scythe under his arm and loosened his one shoulder. "Damn, I need a massage. Got to practice my swing, cupcake. Maybe later."

            I shot Death a heated glare, only to barely get out of the way of his scythe again, and again. When he swung at me for the fourth time, I fell back onto my ass and I looked down at my shirt. It was completely sliced up and my sports bra was showing, plus my shorts had lost pieces of fabric.

            "Lime green panties?" I could hear him smiling underneath his hood. "I don't know how I feel about these, cupcake. As I've said before, I'm more of a black lace...or pink lace. Like strawberry frosting pink, not that girly Legally Blonde pink. Ga-ross."

            I started to get up, my claws lengthening. "You little! You're trying to slice my clothes off!"

            Death swung the scythe again, forcing me to fall back against the ground again and watch the blade quickly roll past my face, centimeters away. He then waggled a finger at me with his leather gloved hand. "Uh, uh, uh," he scolded, "no claws. Use your sparring rods."

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            "Truce!" Faith cried out, gasping for air and waving one of her sparring rods tiredly in the air as I tugged Scytherella easily out of the wall next to her and brushed off some paint markings off of her blade. "I call a truce!" she roared.

            "But that was just the warm-up, cupcake. You're not panting enough." I laughed lowly as she stopped crawling away from me, turned over her shoulder, and glared at me with those big, angry blue eyes. There was something about Faith Williams being angry that had always tickled me pink, and I now knew exactly how to push her buttons. Sexual references.

            And I would continue pushing her buttons because it got her motivated. Fearless. Dangerous. All of the things that I needed her to be. I would never forget that one time she had gotten so angry while she was alone in her room, that she had ripped her pants to shreds and screamed, 'Die pants, die!'

            I shivered. Hot.

            "I never said I was quitting," she said, her lips lifting up slightly in an animalistic snarl. Faith rolled onto her back with her sparring rods tightly in her hands, her long legs and arms slick with sweat and her clothes barely existent and torn. Her long hair was escaping its loose pony tail and sprawled out around her like a dark halo, and her full lips were slightly parted as she tried to catch her breath. Beautiful. "Unless you arequitting?" she asked.

            "We're done for today. Both of us."

            "So neither of us are quitting?"

            "Exactly."

            "Oh thank god because I need a nap." She then shamefully threw her arms out on the ground and lay sprawled out like a star fish on the floor, her eyes closed. I grinned at the ridiculous scraps of clothing that were left on her. Those lime green panties were definitely getting on my good side.

            Crossing the room, I ran a hand down my face and through my hair then sat down in the only chair in the gym, observing Faith as she appeared to be falling asleep in the middle of the gym.

             I set my scythe against the wall next to me, leaning back in my chair and shutting my eyes as well. Starting the first day of her training, I was purposely doing things that would break her down day by day. Not looking her in the eyes. Giving her short instructions and then pretending to read in my chair. (As if I read!) All of these small changes had changed Faith's perspective on herself, made her question if I was mad at her, and ultimately, she was blaming herself for my change in mood.

            Nothing was working. It was just the sympathetic Faith that I continued to see in her eyes, the person who had always blamed herself for everything because she was too nice to hold someone else responsible and follow through. What continued to mess with me was that the virginal, sassy Catholic girl that lay sprawled out in the middle of the gym floor, hadn't been staring back at me when Shabriri had been turned into a human.

             It had been staring back at me. There was a part of Faith, deep down inside, that had gone into hiding the moment I had turned Faith into a reaper.  And over the past week, I had come to the conclusion that it was her soul. Her prevailing, pure soul.

             Her soul had been entirely exposed to me that night, and instead of feeding on it as I wanted to, I restrained myself, ultimately letting it unleash its power onto me, and do something to me that I had never experienced before. Left me vulnerable.

            After I had seen that patch of blond hair on the back of my head, I knew that whatever was inside of Faith, it was more powerful than any soul I had ever encountered -- which I had already assumed prior to that day, but I did not know that it did not like my presence at all. Almost as if it had a mind of its own. That terrified me. I hadn't even considered that her soul was capable of fighting back against me. Now, I was on constant alert around Faith, because I was paranoid that it had mind of its own. I feared that it was much stronger than I was. It was taunting me, leaving me defenseless without even physically standing in front of me. It was breaking me down, and making me more and more curious, attracted to it like a moth is attracted to light. All it was doing was staying out of my reach and I wanted to see it again more than anything. Taste it...

            I gnashed my teeth together and leaned further down in the seat, my limbs slowly relaxing once again as I listened to Faith's soft breaths across the room.

             I couldn't stop thinking about the sensations that Faith's power had given me that night that had stuck with me. The unbearably wave of lust that had constricted in my stomach when I had tried to control Faith's power and felt it absorb into me like a sponge. Recently, that sensation of lust had haunted me whenever I smelled Faith, heard Faith, and especially when I saw Faith. At the mere sound of her laugh, lust rolled around in my gut and drift downwards until it settled right in my groin.

            Usually, I had control over those....acts of torment from the sinister male brain. Sure, I was horny 24/7 and constantly thinking about Faith naked when I didn't want to hear her nag, but I was a freaking ancient Fallen. I had been more than capable of keeping Long John Silver in my pants as dead as possible. At least, up until a few weeks ago.

             This was awful. Excruciatingly awful that I was losing control over my manhood. All it took was one slip up, and Faith was no longer a virgin. One slip. I had waited for centuries for this girl, and just one slip would ruin my chances of revenge. Devil's horns, that sounded like such a chick flick!

            Maybe I was losing control in other aspects as well.

            I needed to be around other people ASAP.

            Soft fingers poked at my arm. "Death?" a gentle female voice asked, "Are you awake?"

            Startled, I nearly fell off my chair. Damn, that was a deep sleep. I had fallen asleep. Sleep? Since when did I fall asleep so easily? The only other time I could remember falling asleep was when I was laying in bed with... and she had accessed my dream...

            With an odd weight in my chest, I immediately shook myself away from that particular memory. I still couldn't believe that she has assessed my memories. I didn't like how she knew all of these things about me that nobody else knew.

             As my mind came into focus, I realized that Faith was standing in front of me, her bright, prominent blue eyes wide with alertness and her long fingers patiently and firmly clasped in front of her. Maybe she hadn't taken that nap after all.        

            "What the hell do you want? The keys are right on the floor next to me, go watch some television or something," I snarled, a little more bitterly than I intended to. I instantly felt like shit when she flinched at my words.

            "I--I already left the room, I didn't want to disturb you. You looked...peaceful." Her thoughts were chaotic. Within a matter of seconds, she had thought about how large I was in comparison to the chair I was sitting in, and how soft my lips had been when I was piss drunk and made the mistake of sucking her face off.

            "I was peaceful," I growled, my gaze wondering over her change of clothes and wet hair. Sweatpants and a tight tank-top that left me momentarily shocked. Fuck, she had perfect curves...

            Immediately, I started to imagine another man's hands on them and clenched my fists. Mine.

            Faith cleared her throat, bringing my attention back up to her face. Ooops. Her thoughts had already impressively switched to something completely random as it normally did when she realized I might be listening in. Which, by the way, I always was. "I thought I would tell you that there's no more food in the fridge," she said.

            I sat up more in my seat, running a hand through my thick hair and stretching my long legs. "And what do you expect me to do about that? Have a bowl of cereal or something." God freaking damnit, I was such a jackass! Tell her you'll make her something, you lazy shit. All you do is torture her in training these days.   

            Faith's eyes locked onto mine. "Well...I...I was hoping that we could maybe..." She fiddled with her hands. Why was she so nervous? Had I not noticed this before? Did I really make her this nervous? Was she feeling sick? Did she need to eat something other than human food? Was Faith even capable of feeding from another human?

            Then it hit me. She wanted to go out and eat.

            I slowly scratched my stubble, a smile edging along my mouth. Did she like the same food that I liked? "Ever been to Chickies Buffalo House?" I wondered.

            Faith's eyes lit up with excitement. I hadn't seen that part of her in a long time. "I haven't been there in forever! Can we go there?" It was as if she was a caged dog, and I was finally letting her out for a walk. And as I realized that, I started to hate myself for isolating her from the world like that. I knew how long she had to live, I was starting to sense it as I could sense death on anyone. When I looked closely, I could even see a thin line of black along her body that appeared along my next victims.

            "Yes," I finally said, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. Sad, almost. Odd.

            Faith nodded, unsure of what to say, and pointed awkwardly to the door. If hadn't known any better, I would have said that I had asked her on a date. "I'll go get dressed," she said.

            No. "Wait." I stood up from my chair, and reached out towards her. Surprisingly, she allowed me to brush my fingers along the silky skin of her jaw, a slight frown etching a wrinkle in her smooth, flawless skin.

            "What?"

             Before I could help myself, I then leaned in close and kissed her cheek, then cautiously, her lips. A deep blush stained her cheeks.

            "Oh," she said.

            "Oh," I echoed.

            At that moment, we were both frowning, wondering what the hell I had just done. Did I ever know what I was doing when I was with her?

            I cleared my throat, my words rushing out. "You were wrong before. About, uh...well--I mean....crap. Don't laugh at me, but I'm about to say something nice and this is very difficult for me because I'm kind of a big deal in the evil realm and I start to get these horrible cramps when I'm nice to people... That sounded really bad, I didn't mean it like that. I have a p3nis." Flustered, I smacked myself in the face, then after a long moment, peeked between my fingers down at Faith.

            "You have a p3nis." She nodded once at me, biting her lip. "Got it."

            Good! You're both on the same page, dumbass! Now tell her you still want to palm that sweet ass!

            I cleared my throat again, willing my perverted thoughts to shut the hell up. "Ok. Good. As I was saying... I... Wait. Damnit! What was I even saying?" I then pulled back, running a hand frustratingly through my hair and tugging it. I tried to find the right words again and not embarrass myself, but at this point, Faith was biting extra hard on her lip to hide her laughter. "I could never forget you," I finally said.

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