Guardian
The cloak swirled around his legs in a misty, ethereal way. He approached the child, kneeling at her side. His scythe vanished into a trickle of white smoke, as to not scare the girl. She turned her head on the downy pillow to look at him with eyes suddenly clear and lucid. When he spoke, his voice was layered by millions of others, a voice that knew no age, only time and fate.
"Annabelle…" he whispered soothingly, cupping her pale cheek with one hand. "Anna, do you want to see your grandmother again? Do you want to go visit the angels?" She smiled longingly.
"Yes…" she breathed, then coughed harshly. "I want to see Nana again…"
"Hush, child. Sleep. Your Nana will be on the other side, when you wake up. Would you like that?" Anna nodded, her breaths evening out slowly. Her chest fell still, beautiful steel grey eyes glassy in eternal sleep. Death reached up and closed her eyes with two fingers, sliding pale lids over farseeing eyes. Standing, Death took Anna's hand and tugged, pulling a pale white shadow of the girl with him. He scooped the 'child' into his arms and walked from the bedside. By the time he reached the room's threshold, he had vanished, leaving a peaceful silence in his wake.