*HELLO, REAPERS! 

I haven't had much time to update, but I wanted to whip something up quick for the SPOOKIEST DAY OF THE YEAR (I wrote this in a few hours, so it might lack some descriptions and detail but I tried lololololol)! I'll try and get up something for DIMBFFLAD soon!* ;))))

*Pretend this is far in the future, as obviously their relationship has developed already and we are at a different point in this story currently*

*This is written more professionally and to the point, like the published version of Death Is My BFF (except obviously Death and Faith are at a different point of their relationship in the first book so maybe you can't really see the difference in his character)*

*BTW the published version IS NOT in 3rd person, except for the prologue. I just decided to write in the 3rd this with this creative piece.*

*I will be adding this scene to a book on Wattpad, dedicated to fun scenes like this that I get in my head! I figured I would just post it here first....*

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'Glenn' as he was retitled upon working for his Lord Death, stood amongst the shrubbery outside of a frat house. Dressed in camo with various plastic leaves and twigs super glued to his slightly plump body, he checked his watch for the fifth time and sighed.

He lifted his binoculars and aimed them to the trash littered path leading up to the frat house. This was the last thing Glenn wanted to be doing right now. "I could have been an engineer," he grumbled. "Or an elevator technician. But no, I had to be damned to hell and work for Mr. Sunshine..."

He returned his attention to the pathway, where Faith Williams and her companion still stood, chatting it up. Faith was dressed prettily as a cat in a close-fit black jumpsuit. Glenn noted on his clipboard that Faith looked sad and was wiping under her eyes. With his supernatural hearing, he was also able to pick up that Faith was telling Marcy about a dispute with a "boy" she was seeing.

Although he had a clear purpose here, Glenn suddenly became fixed on Faith's best friend, who showed off her long legs in fish net leggings and seemed to only be wearing undergarments.

Glenn dropped his binoculars and quickly wiped the fog off his glasses. "Focus. Focus. You will not be thrown in His Lord's shark chamber this week, you blithering fool!"

Lifting the equipment back to his eyes, Glenn saw two staggering boys with bloody, torn dress shirts approaching the girl's from the frat house. They were both shirtless and looked acquainted with Marcy. One of them took interest in Faith and admired her outfit, and with wide eyes, Glenn knew he had to immediately report back to his master.

Glenn vanished in a blur, reappearing in the foyer of his Lord's apartment. Wiping at the sweat on his forehead, he nervously adjusted his camo jacket and glanced around at the clutter before him. His Lordship was nowhere in sight, but the ruminants of his binge eating junk food and pizza were scattered all around the floor. Stepping over four discarded boxes of pizza, Glenn followed the blaring metal music toward Death's personal gym and prepared himself for the worst.

Hesitantly, Glenn pushed open the door into the private gym just a crack and peered in. To his horror, he saw Death irritably removing what was left of a boxing bag from a chain on the ceiling. The bag itself appeared to be torn to shreds by claws. Death tossed the tattered bag to the side and replaced it. He slammed his fists into the equipment, before suddenly whipping his head toward Glenn, a violent display of mismatched eyes and fangs.

"What are you doing here?" Death demanded. "I didn't summon you." His wrath made the shadows swirling around him appears like vipers aiming to snap. "Is Faith okay?"

Glenn felt his feet were nailed to the ground.

"I'm talking to you, moron."

Glenn unglued his feet and rushed forward, gripping his clipboard like a shield. Death regarded Glenn's camo uniform and bit back a nasty smirk. "I see you dressed expectedly as a fairy for Halloween."

"Good one, my Lord! Always the jester!" Considering last week's incident of not laughing at his Lord's joke, Glenn made it a point to force out high-pitched laughter until his face turned purple.

Death's expression hardened. "That's quite enough. Change your laugh next time, that one's repulsive."

"Of course, my Lord."

"What have you found?" Death asked. "Is she wallowing in despair over me?"

"She is attending a Halloween frat party."

A muscle ticked in Death's jaw. "A frat party? Did she go alone?"

"She's joined by her friend"

"What is she wearing?"

"She's going as a cat and is wearing a jumpsuit, my lord."

"A jumpsuit? I don't know what that is. Is it tight?"

Glenn blanched. "My Lord–"

"Is it. Tight? Does is make her look sexy?"

"I cannot make such a judgment of your significant other..."

"Did her ass look big? Were her tits out? Did she basically look naked but with clothes on?"

Glenn said a small prayer for himself in his head. "Yes, my Lord. She did basically look naked but with clothes on."

"Then it's fucking tight!" Death glared at Glenn until his chest began to heave quickly and his features sharpened against his bones. The shadows in the room stretched toward him and mists of black trailed around him. He reached for his punching back and stabbed at it with his talons. "Tell me there aren't any males at this goddamn party," he hissed, his voice altering in a way that made Glenn tremble.

"Well..."

Death gnashed his fangs, a growl rumbling his throat. "We get in one little fight, and she goes topless at some party. It took me months to get her topless!"

Glenn awkwardly cleared his throat. "She broke up with you, my Lord," he corrected quietly. "You weren't being attentive to her needs, amongst other things. These issues were really building up in her over the past few months, and if you ask me, it's because you're over two-thousand years old and you're pretty set in your stubborn ways."

Death glared at Glenn unblinkingly.

Glenn laughed and patted Death's arm. "It was just a little fight!"

"Don't ever touch me."

"Sorry, my Lord."

"This is unbelievable." Death breathed hard through his flared nostrils stormed toward Glenn. "What part of mine does she not understand? I'll be damned again before I let a sloppy STD infested frat boy grind against her phat ass." Glenn shut his eyes and braced for the worst, but Death vanished in a glorious explosion of obsidian.

Confused that he was unharmed, Glenn dropped his hands. A small smile edged his mouth. "Perhaps the girl is truly changing him..."

"I'm still here, you inbred." Death flicked Glenn in the head from behind. "If I get back and this house isn't clean, I will make your camo costume a reality, and make you disappear." He snarled a little, as if he wanted to torment Glenn a little more. "And make me tacos. Slave."

He left.

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Death manifested into the frat house in all his scathing, cloaked glory.

"Holy–" a guy in a hippie costume said, pulling a joint from his lips. He sat in a beach chair by the front door and held a bucket willed with candy. "Yo, that was wicked! You just appeared out of nowhere, man!"

Death disregarded the boy and scanned his surroundings. Faith's delicious scent was smothered by the putrid combination of B.O, alcohol, and weed. He focused each individual scent of the hundreds of humans in the house, but this place was one big hodgepodge of perspiring college students. When he flexed his large hands, and his talons released slightly out from his fingertips. Inhaling slowly, he cracked his head to the side and decided he needed to put an actual tracking device on Faith.

Reluctantly, Death tilted his hooded down to the hippie. "I'm looking for Faith. Do you know where she is?"

"Faith? You're looking for Jesus?" The hippie offered him the joint. "Here's all the spirit you'll ever need–"

Death snatched him by the throat. "I'm in a dreadful mood, and if you have a sliver of intelligence left in your crack head brain, you'll answer my question before I rip your spine out and make you deep throat it. I'm trying to find Faith. She's yay high," He held out his hand, "and is dressed like a kitty. Wearing a tight black jumpsuit, to be specific. Ringing any bells?"

The stoned boy pointed. "She went that way. By the punchbowls."

Death stalked in that direction, shunting people to the ground. He ambushed his way into a room with various dance lights and speakers blaring Halloween music. Marcy was spotted dancing with a dark skinned male. Death noticeably relaxed when he found Faith across the room, with her back to him. She was bopping her body at the snack table, gathering flaming red Cheetos and candy corn into a napkin. As he neared closer to her, her vanilla perfume and fruity shampoo scent cut through the nauseating odor surrounding him.

Death yanked on the cattail on her ass, yanking her back. Faith whirled around, plastered against him. Although her hands sprawled across his chest like they belonged there, her expression held the utmost hatred. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I can ask you the same question. Shopping for a new man already?"

She removed her hands from his chest. "I'm having fun."

"Nice pussy costume."

"Nice asshole costume."

He released a growl. "You're having fun, huh? Enjoying your Cheetos and sober solitude?" Death stepped back and raked his gaze over her outfit. "You never dress like this for me. Although, I think we play much better without fabric in our way."

"I'll wear whatever I want," Faith said, with a spirited look in her eye. "And you can't stop me."

"The hell you will," Death growled. "Every male in this room can see up your cupcake like they're your OBGYN. If you don't talk to me in private right now, I will sever off every penis of every male who looks at you from now until the end of the night."

Faith rolled her eyes. "You're so childish."

Death turned to the side and got into a bodyguard position. "There's one over there. Off I go to snip off his mini pig in a blanket."

"Ugh, come with me." Faith grabbed him by the cloak and led him upstairs to a surprisingly empty bedroom.

"How sanitary," Death commented at the large stain on the bed.

"You don't own me, Death," Faith started, slamming the door behind her. "It's the 21st century, not the Stone Age."

"Oh yeah?" Death asked, lowering his hood and crossing the room to her. "Well, when we get home, you'll be back to my cave, my Stone Age, and you will quickly not be wearing any clothes. Then we'll see if I own you."

"Ugh! You're incredible!"

"It's a curse."

"What are you even doing here?! Did you just come here to put a potato sack over my outfit, throw me over your shoulder, and lock me in a dog cage for your eyes only?"

"Doesn't sound like too bad of an idea, actually. Would you like a tan potato sack or an off white?"

Faith glared.

"Alright, alright, I was kidding. Don't pop a blood vessel." Death shifted on his feet. "I'm here because yes, I couldn't stand the thought of horny college men groping you. But I also wanted to talk about us."

Emotion swam a little in Faith's large blue eyes, but she quickly pushed it away and crossed her arms over her chest. "There's nothing left to talk about."

"Oh, come on. You didn't mean to break up with me today. You were just hurt."

"And I still am," she seethed. "And we are broken up."

Death smirked, a sexy display of fangs. "Please. Nobody breaks up with me." He motioned to himself with a gloved hand. "I mean, look at me. I'm jam-packed with hotness. And have you seen my penis? Come on."

"I want you to leave," Faith said firmly.

"All if this because I wouldn't go to Spooky Mini Golf with you?"

"You ditched me and said it was because of a last minute hair appointment!" she screamed. "You do your own hair!"

"Yes, which I have to do every week, or else my hairs grows back to the shoulder length Neanderthal hairstyle I had two-thousand years ago. Pity me."

"You just didn't want to go."

"Do I look like I play mini golf? I'm almost seven feet tall, I don't mini-anything. I stomp and smash, like a goddamn dinosaur."

"You won't do anything I want to do!"

"What?!" Death gestured with his hands. "I take you to the movies. I took you to see that film with the dude who's into whips and shit?"

"You ate all our nachos and pretzels and fell asleep on my shoulder!"

"In my defense, that movie was far too vanilla for my taste." Death sat down on the bed and immediately bounced back up. "Ah, fuck me, I sat on the stain."

Faith smothered a laugh with her hand. She frowned and grew serious again. "Good, you deserve it."

Death let out an aggravated sigh. "I know I keep screwing up, Faith, but I'll work harder. We can go play Spooky mini-golf right now. I'll even let you win."

Faith shook her head. "You're just saying that."

"Faith, listen to me." He stepped up to her and cupped her face. "You know I'm obsessed with you..."

She smiled a little. "Really? I didn't notice."

"You know that I care about you more than anyone else," he continued. "You know you're the only one I'd let see my soft side. Even though my hard side feels a lot better inside of you."

Faith punched his arm. Death snickered, before growing serious again.

"I'm bound to screw up more with us. We're bound to get in more fights. But I'll try harder to better myself and avoid a few of those mistakes and fights. I'd lick the dirtiest of bedroom stains for your forgiveness, if that's what it takes."

"You'd lick the dirtiest bedroom stain for me?"

He cast a glance at the bed and winced. "Yeah, I would. Even that brown one on the carpet. You're not going to make me actually lick the stains though, right?"

"No," Faith said, stepping into him. "Because then I wouldn't want to kiss you."

Death's mismatched green eyes flickered with a carnal intensity. "Yes, sexy time." He leaned his head against hers and shut his striking, exotic eyes. "Ok, I'm ready."

She laughed. "You're ready?"

"It's your turn to initiate the kiss, cupcake." He puckered his lips goofily.

Rolling her eyes, Faith looped her hands around his strong neck and began to pull Death in, but he suddenly wrapped his arms around her and pressed their bodies together, branding her with a slow, tormenting kiss. He scooped her off the floor and kissed her deeper. She bit down on his piercing and tugged on his lip.

He immediately pulled back, and the look he gave her was pure carnal. "Anymore of that and they'll be another stain on that bed. I think the clubhouse at Spooky Mini-Golf will be much cleaner for fornicating."

Faith burst out laughing as a shadowy darkness dispensed from Death and consumed them both. 

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LOL there it is! Did you notice any small changes in Death? Well believe me, there's a lot more of those in the final version I'm writing LOL. I had a lot of fun writing this!!!!! I'm sorry that it's not longer and that it's a very quick read and there isn't much action/description in the dialogue, but I really haven't had much time to write for fun. I'm really cracking down on the published version of DIMBFF (which is looking LIT!!!). 

I'm very excited for you guys to see the published version of DIMBFF and hope you guys are excited to?!??!?!??!?!?!??!?! Have a great Halloween, and be safe! xoxo

*BTW the published version IS NOT in 3rd person, except for the prologue. I just decided to write in the 3rd this with this creative piece.*

^ Neanderthal Death wishes all of you a Spooky Halloween! ;)

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