FRANKENSTEIN
48 | O' death.

THEY say death is the worst possible scenario, but is it really? Pondering on the thought now, I realize that I would much rather go back to being dead - then staying in this unnatural life. I personally am embracing the thought of death, as I wanted nothing more than to go back to peace.

Death lightly stroked my hair as he stood above me. I shuddered, enjoying his peaceful touch - it seemed to take all the whirlwind of emotions away. He gazed down at me, obviously wanting the answer as to how I was still here.

"Death?" My brother stated, panic lacing his tone. "Wait, if your touch kills - stop touching her!" He yelled in fright, looking to where Death's hand pet my scalp.

"Do not worry, her connection to spirits allows for me to freely touch her." Death smiled, before a focused look crossed him. "It has come to my attention that a rather odd anomaly has occurred. This anomaly being our little wonder girl." Death said, his words flowing like honey. "Tell me how it is you are here, and not in Heaven?" He questioned.

I was proven unable to answer him, as his touch on my hair was too distracting. It wasn't the sort of touch that a lover held, more like the relief a pain medication brought you. Something about it just seemed to remind me of Heaven, and God himself. With a sigh he discovered I wasn't going to be telling him anytime soon.

"I'm terribly sorry about the invasion of privacy." Death swallowed, "But I must see how it is you're here, so..." He trailed off, placing his cold hands to the side of my head.

A sudden icy feeling seeped into my mind, and I knew that was Death gathering all of my memories. It wasn't a surprise he was able to do this as this was Death we were talking about.

"What are you doing!" Maverick frantically questioned, looking back and forth between us worriedly.

"Do not worry, I wish to help her. However, I cannot do this without knowledge. I am simply obtaining the information I need." He muttered, quietly - his gaze set a drift as if he were staring at something invisible.

Before Maverick could comment the door swung open, and in walked my dad followed by everyone else.

"Patrick, I don't think you being in her sights is a good idea." Laura's voice flowed in.

"Who the hell is this, and what are you doing to my daughter." My dad froze, looking to the scene before him wide-eyed.

Patrick froze along with my sisters, Laura, and Carlisle. Aro simply began a low threatening growl along with the rest of the Volturi guard. Dora looked particularly protective, as her eyes scanned Death dangerously. It was apparent the vampires suspected Death to be a vampire, considering he had no heartbeat, and was enthralling beautiful.

"I am Death, and I am looking at your daughter's memories." Death bluntly replied, his eyes gazing off somewhere else.

"Yeah right, get the hell out of here now!" My mother furiously roared, coming close to my father.

"No wait, he's telling the truth. This is Death." Maverick defended, jumping in front of us. "He's helping her!" He said, looking to my parents pleadingly.

With a sigh, Death looked to everyone - his eyes flashing their unnatural bright blue. "I am Death, an ancient primordial being of great power and vast knowledge. Though, throughout the years no one has ever surprised me more than your daughter." He aimed towards my parents.

"It saddened me immensely when I had to carry her soul up to Heaven, but I couldn't do anything. There is one rule that is never to be broken, what is dead stays dead. I see now that you have taken it upon yourself to evade that rule, Patrick Carson." Death sneered at my uncle, his glare threatening.

"This rule is in place for a reason, it is not wise to rise the eternally resting. As when you do a change can be seen within them, within their soul." Death shook his head, bringing his gaze down to me. "Look at Jolene now, and tell me; Maverick, is this the sister you left behind?" Death questioned Maverick, emotionless.

"No." His reply was short, honest, and quiet.

"Hmm." Death hummed. "You see, when a person dies they become bound to Heaven and God. I am the only one who can bring a person out of Heaven safely - anyone else and there begins to be problems. Because of their tie to God, said person experiences extreme anger to this separation. I suppose Jolene, wasn't feeling this anger before because the chip was suppressing her memories to ever having met God in the first place. However, the tie is much stronger than some measly piece of metal, it was only a matter of time before the chip broke - I'm surprised it lasted this long." Death tittered. "I suppose this is why I never noticed the disturbance before." Death sighed, glaring at Patrick pointedly.

"Are you telling me, my sister is only acting this way because of this tie to God?" Donica exclaimed.

"Yes."

"How do we fix it?" Hadlee cut in, her eyes glowing in worry.

"Well, my first opinion would be to send her back to Heaven." He paused at the glares he was receiving, "But, I can just cut off the ties and all will be well with dear wonder girl, here." Death stroked my cheek.

"Why is she so calm when you touch her?" Aro's voice cut in like whip, jealousy apparent in it.

Death sent my mate a soft smile, seeming to already know he was a vampire. "I have been around since the beginning of time, I am so old that I cannot remember who is older; God or I. I have similar traits to God, making me a plausible substitute in his place for Jolene." Death explained.

"Listen, just cut the ties already." My father said urgently, staring at my peace-filled eyes. "Please,"

"I should be sending her back to Heaven, but I like her too much for that, so I will cut the bonds on one condition." Death looked straight to Patrick. "You must never attempt to do this procedure again."

"Why?" Patrick idiotically asked, making Death outraged.

"Because it is not right! Your serum is rubbish anyway, all other experiments you would do, would fail." Death smiled arrogantly at the shocked look on Patrick's face.

"Pardon?" Patrick held an air of shock.

"You heard me. The only reason it worked on Jolene, was because of her medium talents. Any other dead person will fail." Death smugly said, at the shocked look on Patrick's face. "Don't worry it's not completely useless - it will give anyone who is alive, advanced senses. However, if the person is dead - they will remain dead." Death said, his fingers rubbing circles on my temples. "I want you doing no more research on this matter, though. Agree to this, and your niece shall be replenished back to true life, continue with these ungodly studies and your niece shall return to resting." Death ended, his eyes clearly giving Patrick a choice.

Every single pair of eyes turned to Patrick threateningly; however, Patrick didn't seem to notice. That or he just didn't care at this point. For the first time I saw true guilt and regret splashing across his face.

"I brought my niece back from the dead out of my own guilt. She was drowned in my own home, yet I didn't go to her when she screamed. I was too caught up in my work - I will never forgive myself for that." Patrick said, "I owe it to her for her to have her life back, no matter the cost. I agree I will dump all my studies on death, just please bring the niece who left me back." Patrick pleaded looking Death straight in the eye.

"As you wish." Death shortly replied.

I could feel his fingers gently, rub head - a determined expression on Death's features. Before I knew I felt something within me snap, as if some sort of link was cut off entirely. All the sudden I saw Heaven in a completely different view. It was beautiful yes - paradise even. Though, I didn't really feel like going back.

I had Aro here, my family, the Cullen's - all the sudden Heaven didn't as great as I remembered. I mean yeah; God was amazing and all - but he wasn't my dad. He wasn't Carlisle, he wasn't Maverick, he wasn't Aro.

Aro.

Wherever Aro was is where I want to be. Whether it be Italy, Heaven, or even Hell. Aro is my everything, I love him more than I ever thought possible. He was my safe haven. I'd follow him to the ends of the Earth.

All the sudden I didn't feel the dramatic hate I had for Patrick. How could I ever hate him? He was my uncle, and I attacked him. Guilt ate at my insides and I wanted to apologize to him, attacking him like that was very out of line.

The last thing I saw before my eyes fluttered closed, was the brown contacts of Aro's eyes. Then, my chest exploded and I felt warmth spread through all my insides.

"You; my wonder girl, have been handed the gift of life."