5 "I'm only for you."

Amber looked over her shoulder, feeling as though something was following her. For whatever reason, she couldn't dwell on the fact, why her heart had been beating so quickly.

She kept finding herself looking back, she didn't feel safe—almost as though something had torn a piece of her soul out. Like she lost something she once had.

She walked groggily, dragging her feet behind the other walk holding two bags clutched in her hands, containing goods. A container of chocolate ice cream and the next a variety of different snacks.

Usually, she wouldn't leave the house at such a time, but she couldn't sleep, no matter how much she tossed and turned, her mind kept wandering to something she wasn't sure about exactly. 

She couldn't help but think she was forgetting something.

Well, a container of ice cream followed by the bingeing of her favorite shows ought to help.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she cleared her hand to remove it from her pocket.

Incoming call from mom:

"Hey honey, your dad and I will be coming home late tonight. Something came up at the hospital and for some reason an emergency had your father occupied as well. Weird busy night, right? I guess we're both busy." 

"What time would you be back?"

"I don't know it's really bad down here and...no Alec can you help me, oh no he's vomiting on the child—"

Amber scrunched up her face, "You better go then by the sound of that I can tell it's bad. Good luck!"

"Yeah—" Amber stopped and narrowed her eyes at her house as she walked closer. She could see from ahead that her door was left slightly open.

But she remembered closing it.

"Amber, are you still there? I said goodnight."

"Uhm...yeah I'm here. Goodnight mom." She hung up and then redirected her attention to her door again. So she'll be home alone.

'He shall come to claim what is his.'

As she neared the house a weird feeling rushed over her. 

Still, she clutched her hand around the cold doorknob and pushed it open.

"Shit…" She cursed, the living room was dark. Her mother always reminded her to turn the lights on when home alone, though she thought she did, it seems as though she forgot.

Amber's fingers were an inch away from the light when someone echoed behind her.

"Late-night snack?" She heard a monotone, harsh voice behind her, edged with an accent—one that sounded too familiar.

"Fuck.." she jumped, the bag containing the ice cream falling from her hand and spilling on her mom's carpet.

"Who's there?" She reached for the light.

"Don't turn on that light, chocolate.." The person snarled, voice sounding attractive but at the same time aggressive.

She reached for the light anyway as if to say 'fuck off.'

Once the light was on she was greeted by a man on her mother's couch! Anyone seeing that mind would've already run to different possibilities!

The man sat with his feet crossed over the other and both hands and the sides of the single-seater chair. She couldn't see his face as he was wearing a hooded black cloak with his head facing down, the switched-off lamp at his side adding shadow to his face.

His cloak was slightly open revealing his leather pants and white turtle neck shirt. 

'Leather, shit, why is that so attractive.' Amber shook away her thoughts. The guy can be murderer for all she knew. 'Condone yourself, Amber. You didn't even see his face yet'

"Chocolate...did I not specifically tell you not to turn off the light? I was hoping for a blind date but perhaps I should make this a class session instead and teach you some obedience. Sure I don't mind the wild ones but disobey me again and I'm afraid I'll have to punish you."

Amber blinked perplexedly."Excuse me?" Did she just hear what she thought she heard? Some dude he was...not only did he enter her house without consent but he was also threatening her. 

"I do not like repeating myself." He snarled.

"And I do not like burglars so you can either get out, or I kick your ass out myself."

"Feisty. That's another X on your behalf. Someone's going on the naughty list this year—"

"Naughty list sure, can you get out of my house." 

"But you don't want that though…"

Amber placed her hand on her hips, "Are you seriously inquiring what I want? Sal de mi casa. In case you don't understand English….or Sors de ma maison." 

"Mhm, so she knows french, you continue to amaze me, chocolate. The more you do, the more I just can't wait to get you all to myself. Have you on my lap and moan that beautiful accent of yours in my ears as well as slowly speaking those other languages."

"What—"She took a step back, and pulled out her phone from her pocket. "You pyscho, that's it I'm calling the cops."

"And end our date. Why so short mon beau chocolate?" 

His voice was even more smooth when he spoke French, it had to be his native tongue as he spoke so effortlessly. Amber studied French along with Spanish and many other languages and though she wasn't quite fluent, she still understood it.

"Stop calling me that! That's not my name." She shouted.

"Amber…" He slowly and perfectly pronounced each letter, rolling his tongue at the r.

Her finger stopped over the last digit. "I didn't tell you my name." She looked over at the man, "Who are you? I don't think I know you." She asked and he chuckled darkly.

His monotone, canny chuckle filled her ears.

'I love that little scared expression on your face. We're now getting somewhere.' His voice echoed through her ears like he was completely aware of her though he was still looking down. Almost as though he was right at her side and his breath was fanning down her neck.

She felt a shiver run down her spine.

The cloaked figure put his hands on his knee and rose from the chair, slowly stalking towards her. Her eyes widened at the scoring 6 feet man that stood in front of her, his cloak dragging behind him. 

 "What are you—" Amber's attention went back to her phone, glancing it over at the cloaked man and entering the last digit before calling. 

"Come on…" Amber tapped her feet on the carpet.

"Hello 911, how can I help you?" The lady asked.

Amber looked over at the man who suddenly stopped giving her a chance to talk.

"T-this is Amber Lane. There's someone in my house, I think he wants to kill me." She emphasized the last part, making sure to sound more frightened so that they'll know it's serious.

"Can you tell us your location? Does this person identify as male and what do you think of him? Are you nervous? Does he have a weapon?" The woman's voice continued to ask questions through the phone and Amber coked an eyebrow.

'Nervous?' What did she mean by that, and why was it important that he identified as male.

"Yes, please hurry up, I'm at Los Angeles 12th avenue!" 

"Does the man make you nervous…" The woman's voice cracked, "Is he handsome?"

"What? The hell is these questions. He could be a god damned killer. Or do you have a weird kink?"

"He's handsome. Does he wear a hot black cloak, leather pants, an accent that you so very want to hear him talk, all...day and though he killed many people—" The woman's voice cracked again.

"How, how do you know this?"

"—You still find him incredibly sexy." The woman cleared her throat.

"Has he been to other houses before?"Poor Amber was so confused, she was internally pulling her hair out at that point.

"Oh no, Amber sweetheart. Don't be jealous now." And then completely the woman's voice changed into a whisper of the same man's accent who was in her house.

 "I'm only for you." Amber gasped, dropped her phone, and tried opening her door but it was locked.

The cloaked man continued to walk up to her. "You look confused. How about an introduction? I am Death, possibly the last thing you see before your eyes are shut. Loved but also hated by many. Yes, I've killed more people than your 19 years on Earth. No, I am not a fallen. Yes, I am the angel of death known to collect souls, but I more see myself as the future more intelligent type, don't compare me to cartoons, I am very prone when it comes to that."

Death continued, "Yes, I can kill you with my bare hands. But I will need you to communicate, I'll slow myself down if that's too much for your tiny human brain. I can annihilate you, like straight-up rip out your heart and play football with it. However, that's not what I want right now. Good and evil do exist, demons, angels, trolls, witches, you name it. I am also the demon king. Best to rule. Call me narcissist all you want. Though you may not remember Amber Lane, there was a demon after you at that forest and there will be countless more—" 

Death stopped, completely confused and speechless, had the young girl been ignoring all this time? He watched the girl, cluelessly playing with her nails and not even focused on him. Had she even been listening, now he was pissed. No one is to ignore him, especially not a filthy human. Not in his century's worth of life.

"Yeah, yeah, look I'm not even scared anymore. Dressed in that cloak and that creepy little vibe you're trying to give, with that dim lighting and cheap cloak—" Amber reached out and played with the cloak between her thumb," You're a trick or treater. Don't you think you're a little early though? I mean you got me." She nudged the demon who was still in utter confusion, "Are there more kids under there? Okay, take the candy and go." 

Death eyebrows arched beneath his cloak and his jaw ticked, "Trick...or treater? As in little kids...kids as in bootleg annoying dwarfs, all sticky and crying, no way in hell did you compare me to those things and no way in hell did you just lay your fingers on my cloak. This is no cheap cloth you know." He dusted the part where the girl touched and she rolled eyes.

"Stubborn, oh I see, you dare wish to defy me, Amber. Then I'll just have to force you to respect me." Death growled and then parted his cloak to reveal a large sharp scythe.

Amber gulped, her eyes dilated at the blade in all its glory in front of her. 

Her back jammed against the wall, her eyes wide and analyzed. "What you said about demons and those creatures—" 

"Mhmm, just what I like to see, I see that I have your attention now. Tell me why pay attention now, huh? Is it because you're afraid of the possibilities of me cutting you up as a chicken and freezing you in the fridge to be eaten by your parents."

Her parents! Amber had completely forgotten about her parents, what if they came home? She didn't want to risk them coming home and being hurt. 

Is this how she die? She hadn't even kissed a guy yet!

Amber frowned, this was not what she wanted right now. All of this because of what, exactly? Most importantly her favorite chocolate ice cream was ruined. 

She raised her hand at the man, "Do not come closer!" Her little hands couldn't even stop the six feet in front. 

Death laughed at the pathetic little human in front of him and her weak attempt of actually stopping him.

"Or what, chocolate? You're going to stop me with those tiny hands. You know I enjoy looking at that cute puzzled expression on your face. Oh no, I'm so scared!" Death teased jumping on his toes and holding his chest with laughter.

He walked up to the girl, "What are you going to—" Amber smiled before she kneed him in his groin. 

"Fuck! Right in the balls. I swear if I'm not able to bring it to the table because of you." Death holds his private, giving Amber the chance to sneak past under his leg while he groans the custody of his private. 

"Argh shit. Hell horns it's dead. The guy's not moving. Little Death, wake up!" 

"If you wanted the snake all you had to do was tell me!" He shouted, meanwhile Amber hid in the kitchen behind the counter.

Death looked around, seeing that she was missing. "Is this a game of hiding and seek, chocolate? What should I do to you once I seek you, huh?"

"Oh, you stubborn, stubborn chocolate." Death passed his hand along with the chair as he walked, "I can sense your fear, Amber." 

"Mhm, and your heart beats off the radar, do I make you feel so intimidated?" He passed his finger along the counter next and clutched the edges to look behind it. 

"Peak ah, arghhh!" Amber sprung up from behind the counter at the same time with BOP stary in her hands and strayed the poison in Death's hoodie. 

"Argh, you fucking bitch!" Death barked as the girl continued to press her finger on the bottle, his voice hinted with laughter when he asked, "Are you done yet? Such a show, I would make you pay if I didn't find that incredily hot–Now where were we..."

"Oh yeah? Take that!" She shouted with a smug face but that fell when the bottle made 'slush' indicating that the bottle was now empty. She looked at the empty bottle in her hand and then back at Death.

The young girl was the most stubborn he had ever seen.

Her beautiful big green eyes looked up at him, and then back to the bottle. 

"Don't even—" 

She looked at him again and smiled nervously before she threw the bottle at his face, making a loud thud which meant it hurt.

"Alright, you're dead!" He snarled, reaching his arms out to her.

"Oh shit!" This was where she ran.