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            "Oh," I said, finding my voice, "I think we are. You're giving me that me Grim, you soul, look right now. And Soul is staying where it is, thank you very much."

Death's talons ripped from the wall and he started towards me. My fight or flight response kicked in and so did that barracuda around my arm, but with the pendant quiet in my sober mind I knew I wouldn't last against Death in Beast Mode.

The monster stopped a few feet ahead of me, in line with the door. I thought he was reconsidering the wave of hunger that had broken through to the surface. I was wrong. It was hesitation. Fear. In that moment, the monster was afraid of me. I couldn't think of anything more terrifying than the Angel of Death being afraid of me.

"You're glowing," the monster purred lowly, like a compliment.

Unfortunately, it wasn't a compliment. I was actually glowing. My fingers were prickly with a hot current that illuminated the room. I wondered if I had activated my power subconsciously, or if I'd just gotten lucky and had a spark of power. I'd act like it was on purpose. "That's right, kitten. And unless you want some of this, you can take all of that, and keep it on that side of the room," I warned him firmly. "And"–my eyes skirted to the door–"while you're at it, you can give me a map of this weird ass building and call me an Uber away from the D & S Freak Towers."

Beast Mode Death raked me with his gaze. I watched him lick his bottom lip with a pierced tongue; eyes wicked when they met mine. He took another step towards me. I felt like Death's twin was approaching me, except he was even more evil.

"I'm serious, Death," I said firmly. "I won't hold back."

There was that tongue again. Poking at the tip of his fang. "Is supposed to keep me away?" he asked, a tad seductively, might I add.

"I don't taste good," I insisted.

His eyebrow arched wickedly. "You taste exactly like you smell."

"How do I smell?" I asked immediately. I wanted to face palm myself. It was like asking a cannibal what his favorite meal tasted like, while standing right in front of him.

But hey, I wanted to know how I freaking smelled to a supernatural creature.

"Sugary," he answered seriously. Tipping his head to the side. Flexed his talons. Leather tore further in his gloves. "Like... a cupcake." His eyes were carefully level with mine. "I imagine all of you would taste the same."

Goosebumps bubbled up my arms and heat crept up my neck. "That's enough of you."

His smirk was broad and bright. "I've never seen you so red."

"A being of your age and of your immense power," I said, my voice cracking miserably, "should be able to snap out this trance quicker." It was a desperate attempt to remove that possessed, hungry look in his eyes.

Death's expression twitched a little, before blending back down to a stoic one. I'm not really in a trance anymore," he said rather soberly. The darkness in his eyes darted inward, until I could see some of the whites of his eyes. "Whatever effect this magic is having on me is simmering down on its own."

"I bet," I said skeptically. "If it's simmering down, you can cut it out with those talons flexing at your sides and that cryptic head tilt to the side. No scratching and sniffing will be going on between us." His body leaned forward, as if he was about to come towards me. "I'm serious. Step closer with those knives on your fingers, and you'll get a bright sunny day from these hands."

There was a twinkle in his eyes as I threatened him. "I could always wait until your light burns out."

"You'd have to wait a long time," I said, although, I had no freaking idea when the energy in my fingertips would disintegrate. The adrenalin rush I was getting would only last so long.

"I have forever."

"But you don't have the patience to wait," I countered with a grin that mocked his.

"Patience is for people who lack the courage to grab what they want by the throat and take it. What I do have, my little Tinker Bell, is endurance." Then, to my horror, the light from my fingertips was burning out. Death immediately noticed. Now that that barrier was down, there was still stiff stiffness to his frame, as if he were restraining himself from coming closer again. He shut his eyes. Exhaled slowly. Opened his eyes. "We need to get out of this room. I can't poof us out of here. And I can't contact my reapers. There's too much magic in the air. It's suffocating."

"Well I'm not going anywhere with you until I know you're relatively normal. Gates of Hell opened or not, right now, you're the closest predator to me. You are a thousand kinds of stupid if you think I'm going anywhere near you when you look the way you do right now."

"Look what way?" he asked. As if he didn't look like he was going to go into beast mode or cat mode at any second. "Hot? That's how I look all the time, so I guess you'll live and die in this room. And yes, you do tend to avoid going near me. Good decision. I'd charm you into lair, lay you down on my bed, tie you down.... and rip your soul gruesomely from your body."

"Absolutely nothing you just said makes me feel safer right now."

"Oh, darn." Death smirked and calmly clasped those talon-tipped hands behind his back. He brought them back around and held them out to me. No talons. When he blinked, his catlike eyes were their normal iridescent, bright selves, too. But when he grinned, his teeth still seemed sharper than usual. Like razorblades. "Happy?" he asked.

"Not particularly, no."

"I'm not going to eat you," he snarled out in frustration. There was a growl in his throat after, which sounded a lot like a rattlesnake shuddering inside of his body. His eyes slowly darkened again, and the beast leered around the corner. "Fine. You win. You can stay here, Wimpy Williams."

Death waved his hand and the shadows by the door skirted away. He switched his attention to the touchscreen padlock by the door, which was flickering and stuttering. He tried a password, which I remembered was "imbecile. After trying it a few times, he gave up and smashed the thing to smithereens with his fist. He ripped the door off its hinges like a He Man. He tossed the door to the side in the Ikea room with a growled out sentence. It sounded a lot like, "Fucking hate technology!" Then he stood there and stared out the entryway.

Leo, Death's Reaper, was standing outside with his hand raised to knock on the door. His golden eyes drifted to me a moment, before sliding back to Death. "Well," he said, dropping his hand and regarding Death closely, "that's why you weren't in a hurry to find any of us. Devin is throwing a fit."

"The Gates?"

"Are closed now," Leo answered.

"What happened," Death demanded, his voice sharp. I heard that strange growl at the back of his voice again. "And where the hell is Glen?"

"Coffee break, my Lord."

"Who the fuck gave him a coffee break?"

"All demon slaves are entitled to a coffee break. And I believe this news is better coming from me."

Death snapped his teeth. "Fine. Continue."

"As I'm sure you've felt, the Gates were opened," Leo said. "It was only for a few moments–"

Heat radiated off the Grim Reaper. "How many moments."

"Three minutes."

"Three minutes!" Death barked something sharp in another language. The Reapers flinched. Whatever he'd said, it flowed easily over Death's slight accent, and didn't sound so nice. "That's a lifetime for them to be open."

Who knows how many souls or what kind of souls escaped, I thought, and felt my chest tighten with fear. Death regarded me with a look over his shoulder, and I knew he afflicted by that same fear. It must have taken a lot of souls to triggered his beast. Or maybe, which I dreaded the most, it didn't take many at all. Maybe, with his scythe out of the picture, he was growing much weaker than he was letting on.

"What about the guards?" Death asked Leo.

"They were all destroyed." He said that part quickly, giving Death little time to react. I knew how lucky not to see Death's expression. "The main ward down there was cracked."

"But it's fixed now?" I asked.

Those golden eyes slid to me, softening a little. "Yes, it was patched up as quick as possible," Leo said. "It'll need a stronger ward, now."

"Why do I sense this is the least of our worries?" Death grated out, snapping Leo's attention back to him.

"Because it isn't the main issue at hand," Leo continued, looking at me again. I felt an odd twist in my stomach. "The Gates of Hell opening was... a diversion, of sorts."

Death and Leo looked at each other. I realized they were having another part of the conversation in private. And at the end of it, Death's catlike eyes slide to their corners to glance down at me. He was so enraged that he was calm.

"The book," was all he said.

"It's still here, my Lord. With Lucifer."

"We need to move it. They must have conjured a portal in hell, or had someone on the inside help them get through. The portal must have closed before they could get to the book."

"Who's they?"

"Ahrimad," Death said. "And, I'm assuming Malphas had something to do with this, too. I'll know soon. He always leaves his mark."

Death stormed out of the room. We all started down the hallway, Leo and I trailing behind the Grip Reaper's quick strides.

"Surely, you don't intend to bring her close to the Book of the Dead," Leo said, stopping Death in his tracks.

"Maybe she's different," Death said, and those eyes piercing into me a moment. It was clear to me that Death's beast side was still more lucid than his other side. Much more than he was letting on. As if catching on to my discovery, he switched his attention quickly back to Leo. "Maybe she can touch the damn thing. Imagine if she could read the Book of the Dead. She has Sarah's blood in hers. The book must be moved. Now. This was a fatal mistake on their part."

"Sense what?" I asked and snapped to draw Death's attention to me. "I'm right here, include me in the conversation. You told Ace you had the red herring."

"I lied, cupcake," Death growled down at me. "But I'm sure that's not too shocking to you. Lying is, after all, number five on my list of fluent languages, right below Sarcasm, Latin, and Greek."

"Well, I'm not touching that thing. I'm not touching any mystical book with 'Dead' in the title, thank you very much."

"And you won't, Faith. Not if Devin has anything to say about it, or I," Leo chimed in. To Death, he continued, "You are absolutely mad. Next, you'll have her attempt to touch your scythe. She'd burst into flames the moment it touches her skin."

"My dick isn't that hot," Death countered sardonically. "And once again, Leo, I've caught you talking down to me. Mind your manners, kid. I have much more faith in her capabilities than you, or Devin. I've felt firsthand what her power can do."

"Respectfully, my Lord, we can find a warlock to handle the book. You'll kill her if you attempt this."

"Which I'd prefer not to do again," I said.

"Like who, Ace?" Death asked, ignoring the dead Faith bit of the conversation. Which was most important part of the conversation, might I add? I wasn't about to die again, anytime soon. "He's one of the few neutral warlocks you'll find in this dimension. And I don't know if you've heard, but Light Bulb over here just burned down Ace's precious lair and fried his girlfriend."

"Unintentionally," I muttered. "I was possessed. I can apologize."

"Stop me, if I'm wrong, Leo," Death continued, "but we know Ace much more than Faith does. I think we can both agree that Ace will not accept said apology, or be willing help us anytime soon."

"I think you should consider the consequences of acting arbitrarily before we discuss Ace's loyalty," Leo persisted. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say your intention all along was to see if she could hold the book. What a perfect opportunity this is."

"I think you should reconsider your next choice of words," Death threatened, taking a step forward. "You are way out of line."

"What the hell is going on?" I demanded. The two of them were having some sort of pissing match outside of the real issue. "I literally have no idea what you two are talking about!"

"Did you hear that? She literally doesn't know what we're talking about." Death smirked at Leo, without even sparing a glance at me. "Go on, break the news, Reaper. Tell her of your errors. You're supposed to overlook the guardians of the gates, after all. Were all of your duplicates taking a hot bath?"

Leo's nostrils flared a little, but he remained otherwise composed. Those golden eyes softened again. He looked like he wanted to reach out to me, but Death's big frame was deliberately in the way. "This was something nobody could have foreseen," Leo finally said. "The Gates haven't been disturbed for centuries, it is Lucifer's territory. But I take full responsibility for what happened. I wasn't there to supervise the Gates. And for that, Faith Williams, I am so sorry."

Death grunted. "Stop with the soppy slush and get to the point. She's extremely sensitive. She'll cry whether you fluff this up or drop it like a brick on her head."

"Have some compassion," Leo snarled at Death.

"What the hell is your problem?" I shouted at the same time. Death glared down at me as he often did. I ignored the sudden burning coil of hatred in my chest and focused my attention back on Leo. "Please, just tell me what happened. Whatever it is, it can't be any worse than what I have in mind."

"It's your Aunt Sarah," Leo said, unable to meet my gaze now. "When the Gates opened, she vanished from her room shortly after. We can only conclude..."

I stared at Leo in horror as he continued. Surely what he was saying wasn't true. My heart ran off its leash and the wind fled my lungs to get it back. I rewound what Leo said and pressed play.

"They took my aunt," I said hollowly.

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HEY. So I know there's a lot crammed into the plot of the rewritten Death Chronicles and it might be a little hard to follow, but I'm really just trying to get all of my ideas out there at this point. It's a little bit Harry Potter-ish with a million things going on, just not as structured and spread out as it could be. I'm going to try and tie everything together regardless. When edited, this stuff will all be spread out in different books and feel less compacted, if that makes any sense. :DDDDDD

I really want to make sure that Faith and Death's relationship is paced well in the rewritten series. I know you guys want sexy time, so do I, but I really think the speed of this relationship and what I have planned for them in this rewritten version will REALLY work well. Have faith in me! 

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