Stranger Things Have Happened

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Darksiders, Darksiders ll or any of the characters.

A/N: Be gentle I am still feeling Death out as a character so if he is a bit OCC be gentle.

Lorelei sat on her usual spot, it was just a typical Sunday night for her and she was bored as usual. She listened to the chirping of the crickets and sighed heavily. It had been a long week and it wasn't likely to get any better. Occasionally she wanted to curse her job that kept her living out on these damn outposts in the edge of the national forest.

She lay back and watched the stars emerging overhead and figured it wasn't all bad. She hated people; she loved nature she didn't really know why except she had all her life. She shifted into a more comfortable position and felt her back give a satisfying crack. Her love life was the same way, she couldn't ever find someone to stay by her side because she couldn't make herself love them and she felt her life was destined for another path.

There were times she felt pulls in what could be called her soul, she chuckled bitterly, if she still had one of those. People tended to avoid her as they saw her as odd because she didn't like things most others did, like music. She liked her own kind of dark Celtic music that seemed to mirror her attitude. Not that she danced naked or anything or wore all black weird clothing.

She continued to lay there, her mind turning it over. She wasn't alive when humans had gone to war with demons and angels, or so her parents had always told her. Personally she thought they were crackpots, she always thought everyone was having a massive LSD hallucination or something. She had very little clue that that was about to change.

"Crackpots." She grumbled to herself as she stood up and began walking the ridge cap to reach the tree limb she used to shimmy up and down on. Yes, her favorite spot was the roof of the small log cabin that she was forced to live in because of her job as a forest ranger. She was about to hop over to the tree limb when the power flickered out, "Great and I didn't bring a damn flashlight."

She was attempting to feel her way down when suddenly two huge fire balls crashed just inside the tree line about 100 foot from her house. The concussion from the blasts threw her back against the roof and she scrambled to grab the ridge to keep from sliding off the roof. This was easier said than done the landing was hard enough to knock her breath smooth out of her.

She was panting because it was a close call when a deep growling under the edge of the roof made her freeze. She forced her breathing to slow, hoping the blast hadn't woken up a grizzly bear. She could hear the thing snuffling and snarling below her on the ground as if it could smell her. She silently pleaded with it to go away but of course her luck wasn't that good.

A hulking shape suddenly jumped onto the roof and she didn't know what the fuck the thing was but it wasn't a bear that was for sure. Its eyes gleamed red in the darkness with a light of their own and it made a wet slithering sound as it crawled towards her. She scooted back as it stalked forward, she didn't know what she could do. If she stayed it would kill her and if she tried to jump it would probably break her neck.

In her fear she failed to notice a few things, such as the edge of the roof. With a strangled cry she fell backwards and closed her eyes. Luckily for her she didn't break her neck but the impact knocked her senseless, the last thing she saw was the thing looking down at her from her roof. She tried to roll over and get up but her left hip wasn't responding at all to her attempts to move it and it burned like hell so she only managed to roll over on her belly.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw the thing preparing to pounce and she wondered in a lucid moment that it looked like a cat about to pounce on a mouse. As soon as it sprung she screamed and covered her head with her hands, hoping like hell the thing would just kill her and not maul her then leave her to the coyotes.

She failed to notice the boots in front of her face but caught the sound of metal hissing then something warm and wet was coating her back. She thought for a second that she had been attacked but then realized that her bruised body was the only pain she felt. Suddenly a man cleared his voice above her and her slow moving mind kicked in. Someone had saved her.

She lifted her head to thank her savior "Thank yo…" She caught sight of him since something on his right arm was glowing brightly, lighting up the area. She screamed then as loud as she could and continued to scream. "WILL YOU SHUT UP?" The man roared at her with his hands clapped over his ears. She was stunned for a moment and snapped her mouth shut.

He leaned down close to her face and she bit her cheek to stop the scream bubbling up in her throat as she caught sight of a mask over his face and brightly glowing eyes. He heaved a heavy sigh and stood back up, giving the human some space. "Well are you going to lay there or get to up?"

She regarded him quietly, afraid to speak although he had just saved her life. She pushed her arms under her and used her good leg to stand up. He watched her climb to her feet slowly, favoring her left leg badly. He took a step towards her and she turned to flee with a small scream, forgetting her hip was most likely broken.

She fell forward; as luck would have it she cracked her temple against the wood bin. She lay stunned as the big man grabbed her up bridal side and she came life then. She flailed her arms against him, kicked her legs, and even pulled at his shoulder length hair. "You son of a bitch put me down right now! Let me go, how dare you! Put me DOWN!" She was screeching in his ear and he resisted the impulse to drop her on the ground and let her fend for herself.

He kicked the door to her dwelling open and searched the house until he found her bed room. The woman screeching like a banshee and cursing him for all she had. He dropped her on the bed with relief and turned to leave before she ever hit the bed. He stopped though when she gave out another scream only this one was one of agony, not fear. Surely he didn't hurt her by dropping her on the bed.

He turned to observe her and found her curled up on her right side, grasping at her left hip, her eyes squeezed to stop the tears flowing from them. "Are you injured?" She opened her glazed eyes to look at him, "No shit Sherlock. I fell off my fucking roof, didn't I?" He was puzzled at her use of a name that wasn't his.

As he was about to reply a buzzing filled the air and the lights abruptly sprang to life with a glare. He moved so fast she almost didn't see him as he drew two scythes from his belt and dropped into a crouch. "Hey buddy chill, it's just my generator kicking in." She said through clenched teeth before dropping her head back down and lay there panting a moment, studying him to take her mind off the pain.

He was tall, almost brushing her 8 foot ceilings and was as wide as her door way as he had to turn sideways to walk through them. He had pale sickly looking skin but was in no way emaciated looking, and his spine showed through the skin of his back. She quickly moved along, lest she scream again. He had shoulder length hair and was dressed in an odd way but something was familiar about it.

What was that damn game her brother played she wracked her mind for it as she continued to study him, for some reason that being the first thing to pop into her fuzzy mind. A light bulb went off in her head and it settled in her stomach like a hot rock; Darksiders and Darksiders ll, games that were made about Earth's saviors. "Death?" she asked him tentatively hoping he would laugh it off and say got ya.

"Yes." Oh that was just too much and she resisted the urge to laugh hysterically; apparently she owed everyone an apology that she had called crackpots. "Son of a bitch." She muttered and flopped back against her pillows. "I believe you know my name, use it." It was a statement and not a question; she could hear the irritation in his voice as he said it.

She didn't care why he was here, or what he was doing here all she wanted was for him to be gone so she could move along in her life. She watched him warily as he approached her bed and she immediately tried to scoot away. He snapped at her then, "Stop that. I am not here to kill you or hurt you or you would be dead already." She gulped and held perfectly still as he approached her again.

"Your hip is injured, may I?" He gestured towards her leg. She wrestled with it for a moment and then sighed; hell he could do it even if she said no. She gave a curt nod and allowed him to poke and prod at the hip and when he hit a certain spot she hissed in a breath through her teeth and glared at him. He turned his burning orange eyes to her. "It's broke isn't it?" She asked her fear of him temporarily forgotten.

"No, but it is dislocated. It will hurt to put it back in." She nodded at him and clenched her pillow to her face as he placed a large hand on her hip and the other grasped her thigh. He jerked and she screamed a short scream before her head swam and black clouded her vision.

Death watched the human collapse, her muscles twitching in response to the pain still wracking her body. The pain and shock had been too much and she had passed out. Humans could be so weak bodied even his brother's mate was the same way. He chuckled at the thought of his sweet, stubborn, and strong sister.

He paused and looked down at the little human, using this time to give her a good look over. Death didn't usually find blondes attractive, even before he destroyed his race. He had always preferred pale skinned and dark haired women. So imagine his surprise when he found himself stroking his fingers across her hair.

She didn't carry the odor that women had on their hair when it was dyed that color, nor was hers the bright shiny whitish color that was typical of dyed hair. She had deep golden hair, with different hues of red, brown, and blonde highlighting it. Her skin wasn't pale but bronzed from time spent outdoors. He shrugged, stranger things have happened in his eon's long life.

He gave her one more long considering look before he exited the house, firmly locking the door behind him and heading into the forest. He had other pressing matters that needed his attention.