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My name is Ana McLeod, and I'm just your average human woman. Sure I own the largest horses in the world, sure I have a weak immune system that keeps me sick most of the year, but I got a temper and the muscle to put any male's butt in place if I chose to. I've been alone my entire life. No friends, definitely no family, and no hope of dating guys thanks to my lifestyle. Most men don't like a woman who can keep up with them, and even whip their asses in most sports and activities. I'm as hard and cold as the mountains I live with, and that's just the way I like it. No cites crawling with weirdos and perverts, no smoke and filthy air, no being crowded and pushed around from day after day. I like my space, and I hate it when it gets invaded. But I am not coldhearted. I help those that cannot help themselves, and often give them hope when Death is staring them in the face. It is my life and I love it. But I still wish things would spice up a bit.

I was getting dressed to head out into the freshly fallen snow with a snow shovel to clear a path to my barn when I felt the whole cabin tremble. I paused and listened to my surroundings, confused as to why there would be an earthquake this far up in the mountains. I could tell something was off, and I really didn't like it. I quickly pulled on my boots and coat, not bothering to zip it up and left the shovel just inside the door as I trudged through the knee deep snow to have a look outside. My two barns full of draft horses, the massive Shires that were used in ancient times, and then looked to the mountains. Smoke drifted from the far peak, and what looked to be a fire raged on in the trees. Something was clearly going on, and considering it was on my property, I wasn't about to let it go unnoticed. I rushed into the first barn and grabbed Leviathan, my favorite horse, and bridled him. I had no need for a saddle since I couldn't afford to make one in his size, and led him out of the barn. The second he sniffed at the air he grew tense, a clear warning that something wasn't right. I mounted Leviathan and charged for the far peak, hoping that there wasn't anything going on that would bring harm to my home.

An hour ride up the mountain was trying on both myself and Leviathan, seeing as how it was mostly steep slopes and loose rock under the four feet of snow, and when we reached the site of the fire I pulled Leviathan to a halt and stared at the wreckage before us. A deep crater in the side of the mountain let off steam and smoke from the heat it took to make such a thing, and I dismounted from my horse to get a closer look. I carefully crept up to the crater and peered inside and gasped at what I saw. A strange being that looked somewhat human, yet far too large to be one, was lying in the center, unmoving. Fearing that this creature was dead or injured I slid into the crater and paused a few feet away to make sure it was safe. I found a long stick and gently poked the being in its shoulder, though it looked to be a male, and waited. It groaned softly and stirred, opening its eyes to reveal the most terrifying eyes I had ever seen. They were red flaked with gold and glowed enough to make it seem like fire was coming from its eyes. I scooted backwards as fast as I could on my ass, using my hands and feet, as it gingerly sat up and looked around.

"Hgggnn. What the Hell hit me?" it growled, a clawed hand coming to the side of its head where there was some blood from a long gash.

The deep gravely voice that came from the being confirmed that it was indeed a male and it also made my inner most feminine muscles clench unexpectedly. I squeezed my thighs together to try and stop the moisture that pooled at the apex of my thighs, but the being must have noticed me. He sniffed at the air and his frightening colored eyes settled on me. He sniffed again, leaning towards me, and its eyes went wide, almost like it was in shock. But I could not see more of its facial features due to a mask that resembled a skull, but without the teeth. It truly was something that would have made grown men flee within seconds, yet I found it enchanting and exciting. So there was something wrong with me. Good to know.

"Why do you smell so tempting, human?" he growled, his eyes narrowing at me.

I could do nothing but gulp audibly and stare at it like it had grown two more heads. This thing wasn't something that was from out world, and it terrified me.

"Human, where am I?" he snapped, slamming a hand on the ground, shaking me from my dazed and shocked state.

"Montana. Whitefish, Montana, United states. Planet Earth!" I blurted, too shocked to control what I was saying.

"Earth? Why the Hell am I on Earth?!" he shouted, quickly coming to his feet, only to stagger and fall to his knees as he gripped his right side.

"You're hurt," as all I would manage to say as I shakily came to my feet.

"So it seems. You didn't do this by any chance, did you?" he growled, looking over at me with daggers in his eyes.

"No. I found you like that. You must have crashed here, but that was a little over an hour ago," I answered, slowly backing up to the wall of the crater.

His eyes softened only a sliver and he turned to look at me head on. I froze in place, unsure of what was actually happening and held my breath.

"Did you climb down here with intent to harm me?" he asked, his voice still gruff, but at least he wasn't yelling.

"No. I feared you were hurt," I answered truthfully.

"You're afraid of me, yet you would aide me. You are a very strange human," he said, chuckling softly.

"I do fear you, but I hate to see those that are hurt and suffering," I answered, hoping my bravery wouldn't get me killed.

"One of the very few. I don't suppose I could talk you into letting me find shelter nearby," he grumbled, glancing around us.

"My home isn't very far. About an hour's ride on horseback, if you wish to stay someplace warm and dry. There is going to be a blizzard soon, I would suggest holing up for it," I answered, relaxing somewhat now that I knew he wasn't intending to harm me.

"I am in your debt, human, and I would take you up on your offer. I don't intend to stay for long," he grumbled, shuffling over to me, limping and still holding his right side.

I nodded and started climbing up the wall of the crater, glancing over my shoulder every so often at the being behind me. He made progress faster than I did, seeing as how he was three times my size, literally. Once at the top I held out my hand in a gesture of help and he took it, allowing me to help him up onto semi flat ground. Leviathan whinnied nervously and the being looked up at the horse in surprise.

"That is Leviathan, my horse. He'll carry you down the mountain and to my home," I said, taking my horse's reins and leading him over to the creature.

"He is a magnificent animal. I had no idea humans had such beasts among them," he said softly, stroking Leviathan's neck affectionately.

"I own the only ones in this part of the country. They are a rare breed, and hard to come by. Now, let's get you someplace warm," I said softly, stroking Leviathan's nose to keep him still.

"You won't be riding?" the creature asked, turning away from the horse to look down at me.

"I did not intend to ride. I don't want to make the trip uncomfortable and painful for you. I can walk," I said, looking away from him and at my horse.

"That is ridiculous. You will ride with me," the being said, a near growl than made me flinch just slightly.

Before I could protest the being grabbed me about the waist and hoisted me onto Leviathan's back before mounting behind me. I stared back at him in surprise and he grunted in response. Choosing to just drop the subject altogether I steered Leviathan from the crater and back down the mountain. The ride was awkwardly silent and I didn't dare look behind me. Every once in a while I would accidently brush up against the being as we went down slopes and such, and heat pooled in my womb every time. And every time it did, the being behind me would growl softly. I had no idea as to why I was reacting to this being in such a way, but I didn't know whether to hate it or enjoy it. The ride finally came to an end just outside of the first barn and I dismounted and led the being inside, still atop Leviathan. And once inside the being just stared at the barn full of horses just like Leviathan.

"Are they all yours?" he asked, looking down at me.

"Yes and no. Most of them are mine, or ones that I've sold but have yet to get to their new owners. But with the blizzard fast approaching I am unable to deliver them. So they stay here for the time being," I answered, removing Leviathan's bridal and replacing it with his halter.

The being dismounted and nearly collapsed, but I was quick enough to catch him by the shoulders and hold him up until he regained his balance. He groaned in pain and discomfort and I waited until I knew for sure that he could stand upright.

"Let me take care of Leviathan and then I'll get you into the house so I can take care of your wounds," I said softly, guiding him over to a bench.

The instant he nodded I guided Leviathan into his stall and fed him fresh hay. I returned to my guest and helped him to his feet. He rested a bit of his weight on me, by choice or forced I did not know, but what I did know was that he was heavy. And considering his size I wasn't about to bring up the subject of weight around him. I helped him through the snow and into my massive log cabin and then stripped him of his boots. I guided him into my ground floor guest room and had him sit down on the bed before I dashed into the main bathroom for the medical kit that I kept in the cupboard underneath the sink. I pulled the massive kit out and hauled it into the guest room that my current guest was in. He gave me an odd look when he saw the kit I had placed beside him.

"That's a bit excessive don't you think?" he growled, shifting on the bed to try and get more comfortable.

"It isn't. I'm the only one this far north of Whitefish. This has everything I could possibly need in a case of an emergency. I take it with me on rides if I'm going far from the house," I stated, opening it up and rummaging through the supplies to find the antiseptic cream and bandages.

"You're really the only one out here? Surely a human like you would have a male around to take care of you," he grumbled, watching me intently.

"And what do you mean by a human like me? You said I was strange, strange doesn't get me a man to take care of me," I laughed, smearing the cream on the large gash on the side of his head then butterfly stitching it closed.

"But you are beautiful for a human," he murmured, averting his eyes, almost as if he was embarrassed to say it.

"Thank you for the compliment. But I am not beautiful. Not according to the men around here," I stated emotionlessly.

"Then they are fools," he growled, watching as I carefully bandaged his side, and taped it in place so that he could still move around.

"Most men are. Now rest. I'll be in the living room just to the left if you need anything. I'm Ana McLeod by the way," I said, packing up my kit and heading for the door.

"And I am Death," he grumbled as I left the room, making me tremble in unease.

Morning came far too slowly. The being called Death didn't stir and was resting peacefully. I checked up on him throughout the night, and I got no sleep. And when the sun came up I was in the kitchen brewing my second pot of coffee when Death limped in, using the door jamb as support. I dropped what I was doing and rushed over to him.

"What do you need?" I asked quietly, offering my shoulder to him.

"Just to sit," he said just as quietly, gently placing a muscled arm around my shoulders and leaning a bit on me.

I nodded and ushered him to the plush couch.

He sat and I checked his bandages and was pleased that they had stayed in place. But the gash on his head was completely healed. I gently peeled the butterfly stitches off and ran a finger over the perfect skin.

"I have a tendency to heal quickly," he murmured, glancing up at me.

"What exactly are you? I know for a fact that you aren't human, so spill the beans. I want to know what I have brought into my home," I stated sternly, taking several steps back so that I felt that I was safe.

"I had a feeling this would come up. You best sit down," Death growled, shifting on the couch and gesturing for me to sit on a chair across from him.

"I'm perfectly fine right where I am. Now spill it," I growled back, grimacing at him for his delay.

"Alright, Ana. Alright. I am a Nephilim, a cursed union of Angel and Demon. Your people know of only four of us. The Horsemen of the Apocalypse. I am Death, Rider of the Pale Horse Despair. My brothers War and Strife are also Horsemen, as is my sister Fury. We keep the universe in balance. I was sent here by a group of beings called the Charred Council, though I cannot remember what for. And until I do, I'm afraid I must ask for shelter here," Death said, his deep voice that sounded like an animal growling had chills running up and down my spine.

I just stared at Death like a deer in headlights. This was fucking crazy! Had I finally lost my mind and am hallucinating? Or is this really happening and I'm just the unlucky soul to have to experience it? Well, whatever the case, I wasn't going to make it a living Hell for me, I was going to make it as pleasant as I possibly could.

"You may stay. But only until you have remembered," I said, leaving the living room to enter the kitchen.

I needed coffee, and lots of it. This was going to be a long day for me.

The rest of the day went by with me out in the barns preparing it for the blizzard, stocking up on wood and food. Death was still in the house, resting to heal his wound. I still couldn't believe that I had one of the four horsemen in my house, and that I wasn't dead already. I looked out the barn window and gasped when I saw that snow had already begun to fall, and I had only a few minutes to get inside before I got lost out in the white. Blizzards in this part of Montana were dangerous. White outs were so common people knew exactly how many minutes they had until they were trapped for days. And with my luck, I would be one of the unfortunate ones to get stuck in it. I raced out into the snow and spotted Death at the back porch sliding glass doors, watching me. I picked up my pace to reach the house but a wolf's howl that sounded far too close for comfort had me stopping in my tracks. Wolves didn't come around this place at this time of year. Something was clearly off. I looked around, hoping to spot the culprit and what I found chilled my already freezing body. The thing behind me, at about only seven yards away, looked demonic, but in the shape of a hound. A Hellhound. Fear took hold and I spun around and ran through the knee deep snow as fast as I could. I could hear it behind me, racing to catch me. And when it knocked me off my feet, I let out a scream of fear and pain as my left ankle was twisted in the wrong direction. I fell into the snow, the white powder hiding me from view, and I heard the Hellhounds screams of pain. Which was odd since I was the only one out here. I pushed myself upright and gasped at the display before me. Death was standing over the Hellhound's carcass, a Reaper scythe in his hands. And when he turned to look at me his eyes were no longer the red-gold that I had come acquainted with, no, they were now the color of blood. His scythe vanished in a puff of fire and smoke. I watched as he approached me, his blood red eyes holding me immobile with fear. He bent and scooped me up into his arms and then carried me into the cabin without a word. His eyes remained red as he opened and closed the sliding glass door and deposited me on the couch. He then turned and went back outside. I watched as Hellhound after Hellhound fell beneath his scythe out in the snow. I rose from the couch, limped over to the door, and watched him in complete shock. He was exactly who he said. He was Death, the final end. Once he was done eliminating the Hellhounds he came to the door and waited until his eyes turned back to their more golden color to open the door.

"If you do not wish me to stay in your home I understand," he said softly, looking away from me.

"You saved my life. Why wouldn't I want you to stay?" I asked, frowning at him.

"Because you are afraid of me. You fear that I will harm you, and you fear that the reason I'm here will get you killed," he growled, taking a step back from me.

"That may all be true, but you have shown me that YOU do not intend to harm me. And that is what has made up my mind. You are staying here, no arguments," I stated, grabbing his hands and pulling him into the cabin and shutting the door behind him.

"You are a really strange human. But I am grateful for your generosity," he grumbled, seating himself on the couch.

I locked the back door and pulled the curtains closed, and then went to the fire place to stoke the fire. Once it was at a comfortable heat I plopped down on the loveseat next to the couch and let out a heavy sigh. Death looked over at me and I didn't look at him.

"Rest, you and I are very different. You needn't worry about me," he grumbled, reclining out on the couch, taking up all the space on the large piece of furniture.

"Since you insist, I'll get some sleep. Keep the fire built up, I tend to get sick if the temperature drops too low," I grumbled, getting up and half limping half shuffling upstairs to my bedroom.

"I'll take care of things," he stated, his voice dropping an octave and making my womb tremble in unexpected excitement.

I nodded and rushed up the stairs and quickly locked myself in my room.

DEATH'S POINT OF VIEW

I smirked under my mask when her scent of arousal reached me. That wasn't the first time she had become aroused near me. The first was when she found me, the second when she began treating my wounds, the third earlier this morning when she helped me into the living room, and the fourth a few seconds ago. I couldn't lie, I was attracted to this human female, which was confusing. We Nephilim were only attracted to Angels or Demons, the two races we had in our blood, the two races we could mate with. And that led me to more questions. How was it that I could possibly be attracted to a human female? Why did her scent call out to me on a level that I didn't understand? The instant I smell her arousal I want to pounce on her like a dog in heat. But I could never do that to her, she had helped me, cared for my wounds, and gave me more than anyone who knew who and what I was ever gave me. She gave me a friend, a person that I could look to for help. I looked up at the second floor and smirked again when her gentle breathing reached my ears. She was resting now and that pleased me more than killing those that apposed me, and that was something new to me. What I was feeling for this human wasn't natural, and it made me uneasy. Something was going on, and I was bound and determined to find out exactly what. I rose from the couch and stepped outside, but not too far, and made a call to my siblings.

"Fury, I need a favor," I growled when her face appeared in the small portal I had crafted.

"What kind of favor, brother? You never ask for favors," she asked, her brows furrowing in unease.

"Find out what the Charred council has planned for me. I don't care how you do it, just get it done," I growled, not happy with having to owe a sibling a favor.

"I see a bandage. Are you hurt?" Fury asked, leaning towards the portal to get a better look.

"Yes. I am on Earth, now just do what I asked," Death snapped, looking away from the portal.

"You're hiding something. What is it?" Fury snapped back, enlarging the portal so that she could step through.

Death growled angrily as his sister entered the realm of Man and checked him over like a mother hen.

"I hide nothing. The council sent me here and I cannot remember what for. Find out, sister," Death snapped, swatting his sibling's hands away from him.

"The council sent you here to find your mate. You were quite displeased with it before you left for Earth. The council said that your mate was a female here that is a mix breed. Half angel half human. They said she would make something in you just click, almost like she would turn you into something else. Tame you," Fury growled, opening another portal.

"What was this female's name?" Death asked, eyes wide.

"Ana McLeod," Fury stated as she stepped into the portal and returned to her home.

Death fell to his knees out in the blizzard, shock clear in his eyes. His mate was the woman that he now shared her home. He turned to look at the cabin and dread filled him for the first time in eons.

ANA'S POINT OF VIEW

I woke early in the morning, a headache brewing in my skull and my nose felt plugged. Great, I got another cold. That's the second one this month. I groaned as I slid out of bed, shuffling around my massive master bedroom like an undead zombie and into the bathroom in search of medicine. I was rummaging through my mirror cabinet for the pills that always made me feel better when Death strolled into my room.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice sounding hoarse and scratchy.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" Death growled, clearly confused as to what was going on with me.

"I got a cold from being outside for too long last night. No biggie. Now, what do you want?" I grumbled, popping the cold medicine in my mouth and swallowing them with a gulp of water.

"The lights don't work downstairs. I was wondering if they worked up here," he stated gloomily, flipping the light switch on the wall.

The lights didn't come on.

"Great. Now I have to go back outside. Fantastic," I growled, storming from the bathroom, grabbing a hoodie, then stomping down the stairs.

Death followed as I pulled on my boots and coat and trudged out into the blizzard over to the West side of the house. The breaker box was where I needed to be and when I approached the place it had been I stopped in my tracks. The box was gone, leaving behind a bunch of sparks and rather nasty looking wires sticking out.

"What the Hell?! Where is the breaker box?!" I shouted, turning around in circles to see if I could find it nearby.

Death approached the now empty space on the wall and sniffed at it, though I had no clue if he could even smell or not with that mask on. His low, guttural growl of anger and rage made my whole body shiver in excitement.

"Hellhounds have been here. They are after me. Get back inside, I'll have a look around the property," Death said calmly, gently shoving me in the direction we had come.

I grumbled all the way back into the house and watched as he trudged through the snow around my property. But once he got past the first barn I lost sight of him in the blizzard and shifted by the back door uneasily. After a few minutes of stressful waiting I spotted Death tossing aside a Hellhound carcass and trudging back up to the house with the large breaker box in hand and I left the back door. He had been out there for a while and I gathered up my larges blankets and by the time I was done he had already reached the back door.

"I found your box. It is beyond repair," he growled, placing the box on the back porch.

"I figured. Come inside, I'm sure you are cold," I said, gesturing him inside.

"On the contrary, I am quite warm," he chuckled, glancing down at my blanket laden arms.

"Oh," was all I said as I turned from him and over to the couch.

"Were those for me?" he asked, his deep voice sounding a bit surprised.

"Yes, but you said you weren't cold. So there is no use for these," I stated emotionlessly, tossing them onto the loveseat next to the couch and heading for the kitchen.

I heard Death exploring around the lower floor of the cabin while I prepared myself some breakfast and hot green tea with honey by using the fireplace that I had connected to the kitchen and living room in case of a blackout like this, which I had to admit was really smart. I ate by myself in the kitchen leaning against a counter and staring blankly into space. Why was he even here? Why was I so concerned about his wellbeing? It was clear that he wanted nothing to do with me, and I was fine with that, so why did I feel a pang in my chest when he turned my concern away? Was I getting attached? But it had only been one night! There was no way that I could have gotten attached already. But he did strange things to me. I had never felt aroused or even attracted to a human man in my entire life, yet when he merely speaks I get wet and horny. Something clearly wasn't right. Either I was fucked up or he was doing something to me. But I figured asking him would be like signing my own death certificate. He clearly was a being capable of killing, and he seemed to enjoy it, and I wasn't going to end up on his list of victims.

I hadn't heard him enter the kitchen, hadn't even seen him approach, but when he took the mug from my hands I jumped a foot in the air and let out a startled squeak.

"I was calling your name. Did you not hear me?" he grumbled, his red-gold eyes darkening as his voice bordered on a growl.

"Sorry. I was lost in thought. What do you need?" I said, quickly regaining my composure and taking the cup back from him.

"I had asked you if you were cold," he stated simply.

He sure was to the point. But that was something I liked. I myself was blunt, hating to beat around the bushes trying to find the ever so elusive tact that required skill I could never possess.

"I am a bit chilled, but this tea will warm me in no time," I answered quietly, holding the steaming hot cup in my hands.

"I see. Though it will not help your cold, correct?" he asked, coming a bit closer, which made me a bit nervous.

"I suppose not right away," I answered, eyeing him warily.

Death didn't say a word as he took the cup from me, then unceremoniously hoisted me over his shoulder and carried me out into the living room, cup and all. He suddenly deposited me on the floor, but the landing wasn't as hard as I was expecting, for he had laden the hardwood floor with blankets and pillows from every room in the cabin, which was quite a few. I landed on downy soft pillows and warm sheep wool blankets. I watched nervously as Death walked around behind me and sat with me between his legs. He still didn't say anything when he pulled me back against his chest as he reclined on the edge of the couch and handed me my mug of tea. I took my mug and narrowed my eyes at him, but forgot all uneasy thoughts when he placed the blanket I had gotten for him over us and pulled his legs up so that I had arm rests. I rose and fell with his chest, his body heat which was quite warm, seeping into my back as I sipped my tea. I had to admit, this was the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced, besides galloping on the back of a horse, and smiled to myself.

"Thank you, Death," I murmured as I placed my now empty mug aside and burrowed under the blanket a bit more.

"The least I could do," he said softly, slowly wrapping a muscled arm around my waist, as if he was hesitant to do so.

I relaxed against him and quickly drifted off to sleep.

DEATH'S POINT OF VIEW

For the first time in my long life I had never felt this at ease, ever. Not to mention that this kind of thing was entirely out of my character. I was not a gentle and caring being. I did not care for the pleasantries and feminine things, though I do love my sister Fury, she was not like most women in the universe. I stared down at Ana as she slept, wondering why she was so relaxed with me now. It seemed that every moment in the day she was nervous or frightened of me, yet here she was sleeping peacefully. Did I gain her trust? Or is she just using me to better herself? I expected the worst out of people, yet I hoped for the best in her. The red-gold hair that fell in curls about her face and shoulders was like silk in my calloused and rough hands. A lovely color, as if I'd ever say it out loud. And if I ever did War would never stop talking about it. The eyes that watched me oh so carefully during the day were a strange shade of blue-green, almost a turquoise color tinged with emerald at the edges of her iris. Her fair colored skin was dusted in freckles, a feature I never would have thought to be enticing, yet here I was going against everything I had become. She was full figured, not skinny like most angel or human females, having enough in the right places. Her breasts would make slightly more than a handful, as would her rump, another feature I never would have thought to have liked. But she was felt so soft and warm, and incredibly inviting. Her steady heartbeat vibrated against my chest, making mine beat in time with hers, a strange sensation I had to admit. But I enjoyed it none the less. Feeling the most relaxed I had ever felt in a long time, I tightened my arms about her waist and slowly maneuvered us into a lying down position. With her head using my right arm as a pillow I kept my left about her waist and quickly drifted into a light sleep.

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