A/N: This story isn't exactly entirely mine, its based off a story my best friend and I started but never finished, written in the form of a screen play, but adapted for your reading pleasure. Please r&r. A plot is in progress but not completely figured out yet, so if you want to hint at ideas, say so, Celestia is the main (and only) character in the first chapter, but Dream and the rest of the Endless will follow, especially Dream girly sigh
Disclaimer: I don't own the Sandman, Neil Gaiman does, and he is a GOD- I do however own signed copies of The High Cost of living thanks to my loving boyfriend.
:Prologue: A kin to Death:
Celestia was a girl who was shrouded in death. Everyone she knew and cared about died an untimely death. It had first happened at the age of 16, when her parents, 5 sisters and 4 brothers, and her grandparents on both sides of the family, died in a raging inferno. It could have been prevented, as she had seen the arsonist creeping through the bushes, but she assumed it was her brother, sneaking out as she was. Moments later, their pain filled screams echoed as a roaring blaze enveloped the house. There were no survivors.
Four years later, there was a hold up at the coffee shop she worked at. Her boyfriend at the time, Mark, protected her, only to have a point blank shot to the head. She could've given the money up, or pushed Mark out of the way, but her fear had paralyzed her and now, Mark was dead.
Now, 2 years later, Celestia clenched the notice of her best friend Aerin's suicide. Tears streamed out over her indigo eyes and unto her pale cheeks. She should've seen the signs, it was so obvious now that she looked back on it, she should've noticed, should've stopped Aerin, but now it was to late. Everyone she ever cared about died, and it was always ALWAYS her fault. She turned the key in the ignition and hit the gas, she'd make sure she'd never care about anyone again- no one else would die because of her. It was a promise she intended to keep. The car careened down the narrow street, and Celestia kept her eyes on the speedometer- 70-80-90-110. Letting go of the steering wheel, her small car crashed through the bridge, tumbling several hundred feet into the gorge below, instantly causing blackness to cover her.
Celestia opened her eyes slowly and found her self standing next to her car, not a scrape to tell about. "How- how can I still be alive?" she asked no one in particular.
"I really don't appreciate someone trying to do my job for me, Celestia."
Celestia turned around to see a pale skinned woman with blue eyes and pitch black hair, she noticed the woman wore what she recognized as an ankh. "Who are you and how do you know my name?" Celestia asked uncertainly.
"You already know the answer to both those questions. I'm Death, and naturally I know the names of all the dead, whether it be their time or not." Death said, hands on her hips, an annoyed expression on her face.
"I'm dead...so it did work?"
"I'm astonished you believed for a moment that it didn't. But as I said its not your time, so go back." Death walked up to her and pushed back into her body.
"Clear!" Celestia faintly heard someone call, as if in a far off distance. All she could see was a blinding white light.
"Life signs are stabilizing, brain activity is low, she's slipping into a coma-give me 20 cc's of adrenaline..."
Celestia spared a small moment of amusement as the blinding white light faded.