I sat in the brightness of the den, hugging my legs to my chest carefully. Did that really just happen? I had just met Death himself! Despite that though, I was utterly terrified of the "Shadow man", and I truthfully hoped he wouldn't come back.

"Aww, come on Mona Lisa," I heard a dark voice say somewhere above me. "You don't really think that," he said, his lips were mere inches away from my pale neck, his hot breath lingering on my skin. I longed for the sensation to continue, but he pulled away just as a soft moan escaped my lips.

I stared at him, he was still close, just not as close as before. It was wrong for me to be attracted to the feeling that he just gave me! He was a creepy man in a dark cloak who just so happened to seem to know more about myself than I did.

"You gonna answer me Sweetheart?" I heard him say with a gravelly voice. I blinked back into reality, staring into the black hole of his cloak that would hold his face.

"What?" I asked, focusing on every detail of Death. He was tall, muscular, and for lack of a better word, dark. He tilted his head at me, sighing like he was annoyed.

"I asked if you missed me so close to your neck," he whispered into my jawline. I looked at him with a shocked expression, had he heard me thoughts?

"Yeah, I did," he said in a purr, he started to kiss my neck softly, earning quiet moans from me. He chuckled when I made noises of satisfaction. He bit his teeth down softly on my soft flesh, this time a I decided to push him off of me, which made him groan.

"What the heck are you doing?" I screamed at him. He started to chuckle at me.

"I think that was obvious," death chuckled, standing up straight and moving around the room, looking at the pictures that were scattered around the den. He picked one up, it was of me last year with some friends. It was taken at the beach, and of coarse I had to be wearing a red bikini. I face palmed myself at the fact that the picture existed.

Death purred loudly, "oh, that's a good one," he said, carefully taking the picture out of the frame and stuffing it into his cloak. I groaned when he turned back to me.

"You're a creeper," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Death simple shrugged and walked back over to me. I shivered, even though the room temperature was easily 90 degrees, and sweat was pouring down my body rapidly. He put his arms around my waist and rested his hands on my lower back.

"See ya soon, Sweetheart," he said deeply, disappearing again into a cloud of black

"YOU KNOW, I REALLY HATE YOUR DISAPPEARING ACT!" I yelled into the air like a mad woman.