Prolog-

"When you die. The world around you doesn't just stop spinning. After all just because you are now gone from this world doesn't mean that the people who are left behind are. They have to keep on going, time keeps moving forward for them. It's not your fault that you died, it's just how life works. We live, and we die the only thing that matters after those facts are the people left behind. Because now they have choices to make, decisions that are hard, and mentally at some point they have to push past the death and move forward. But it's hard and honestly no one ever wants to move forward." ~A/N

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Life is fragile. The thought strung around her head as she looked down at the broken bloodied body of her eldest brother. A gut wrenching sub escaped her throat as she sunk to the forest floor. She wrapped her arms around herself as she tried to take it all in. That creature that attacked her brother was without a doubt in her mind a man bound by the moon. Suddenly the she was pulled roughly from the grounds surface. Shrill screams filled the silent forest, a cold hand clamped over her mouth silencing the scream.

"Hush." He said sharply, the accent from her homeland startled her. Blue wide eyes stared with fright at the man who grabbed her. She squirmed in his grasp.

"Calm down." There was something in his voice that lolled her body to settle. But her fear remained present considering that she could not see the man himself. Suddenly she found herself pressed against one of the trees. His hand was still covering her mouth but she could see him now.

The young woman was surprised by the look of the man. Dark strands of hair fell into his face, he was a worn look to him. It was the look of someone who had been hurt too much in life. Then the recognition set in and she realized she'd seen him before. A man passing through, staying at the Inn her brother owned. Suddenly his wrist was pressed to her lips and she felt hot liquid slide down her throat.

"Now forget you saw me, forget what you had learned about your brother." Then he was gone. She blinked. Confusion washed over her in crushing waves, and then realization settled in her brother was gone.

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He was alone, with all his siblings left to their own accord the prestigious man was alone for the time at hand. Maybe that was what had brought him out into the woods that evening, perhaps it was fate. As he approached the old riverbank that he and his sister discovered the last time they were in these parts he was soon surprised with the sight of her. But as he stepped closer his nose was assaulted with the stench of blood.

She was sitting with her back turned to him, not which it mattered seeing as the young girl had neither noticed his appearance nor had anyway to defend herself even if she had. Her mind was far away from where she sat and she thought back on her family. Because now it was official, she had outlived them all.

The man approached quietly, working hard to gain his composure with each step. "That's some mess." Her eyes snapped open as she turned her head slowly to look behind her. Tears ran tracks down her cheeks, but what captivated him the most was the clearest blue eyes he'd ever seen. His gaze traveled down then taking in the beauty in front of him. A smirk worked across his features, as his gaze lingered on her exposed cleavage. When she noticed his smirk, her face flushed bright with embarrassment. She dropped the bloodied fabric onto her lap and wrapped her arms around her chest.

"No need to cover up love." He said with a teasing grin. She had the right to look appalled.

"I am not some harlot!" But it didn't come out with the malice she attended instead her words were broken, and a sob caught in her throat. The man took one last look over her before rolling his eyes, slowly he slipped out of his overcoat. She soon felt the heavy fabric of his coat around her shoulders.

"What happened?" He questioned as he placed the article of clothing around her. The man watched as she aged ten years with his question.

"Mein bruder, was mauled to death. Not long ago." Her voice was frail as she looked down at the bloodstained pick dress. Memories of holding his bleeding head in her lap while he took his last breaths assaulted her mind. A dark look crossed over the man's face.

"By the wolves?" His question wasn't in the first tongue they spoke and the woman looked at him with surprise.

"No, by the men who turn into wolves though." And then the waters broke through the damn and heavy tears streamed down her cheeks. She drawled up her knees and buried her face in them. He was quiet for a long time before he placed a hand on her shoulder. Slowly she looked up at him with a questioning but also fearful gaze.

"Come on, I have something you can wear." She felt the need to trust him in the moment, because he had every opportunity to take advantage of her situation and he hadn't.

"Alright." She agreed slowly and accepted his outstretched hand. Her free hand pulled the coat closer to her cold flesh as he released her hand and turned from her. Although a bit hesitantly she did soon follow after him.

"Thank you sir." He looked down at her, shaking his head. It was then she noticed his curly golden locks and deep blue eyes.

"Niklaus, you can call me Niklaus." A half smile graced her lips as she nodded her head at him.

"Persephone." Was the only thing she said, the man found himself smirking at the irony. Persephone, what a fitting name for the dark hair maiden.

"Very well then, Persephone."

XOXOX

Hello everyone, I have decided that I want to revamp (ha) "I am Death". So this is the start of that. Please let me know what you think, I cannot wait to hear from you guys.

Sincerely, La'Rae