NOTE: Hiya!! I'm sure those of you waiting for me to finish "Love is a Battlefield" are cursing me out right now. I'll finish it!...... eventually… But I have been lucky enough to discover the amazingness of "Elisabeth" and felt the need to write a fanfic (this story is already completed since I wrote it for a group of my friends on face~book so it isn't taking time away from my other stories). Please realize that I have not seen the entire show and what I have seen has been in a language I do not speak fluently so please do not crucify me if I change something or get something wrong!! Also, I am basing my Der Tod/ Death off of Máté Kamarás and his performance in the 2005 Vienna Revival. ENJOY!!

Prologue

Geneva Police Station

The young Luigi squinted his charcoal eyes as the detective shown a blinding white light into his eyes. He knew very well why he was here and he had no intentions of lying. He was not ashamed of what he had done to the Austrian President's bride, he was simply following orders.

"Alright," the officer said, putting his hands on his waist, revealing a foreboding gun under his jacket. "I'm gonna ask you one last time. Why did you assassinate the President's wife? You couldn't have done this all on your own. Whose orders are you under?"

Luigi's shoulders began to shake as he laughed in a mocking tone.

"How many times do I have to tell you the same thing?" his voice was rough, with a heavy Italian accent. He had a reputation of being against his own countries government. Could he have brought his anarchist ways with him into Switzerland? "How long have I been here?" He mockingly looked at an invisible watch on his left wrist.

"Cut the crap kid," the officer spat. "You just shot the Austria's President's wife. I don't know where you're from, but around here that's considered high treason, punished with nothing less than death."

Luigi swallowed and took a deep breath.

"I'll tell you… she wanted it."

The man on the other side of the light burst into peals of laughter, "She wanted it? And how do you know this, you punk? Did she personally ask you to do it?"

"No," Luigi said calmly. "But someone who knew her extremely well did."

"Oh really?" the cop said, while chomping on his peppermint gum. "Who?"

Luigi smiled a coy smile. "Der Tod." He said the word with such respect and awe one could not help but believe him for but a minute.

"Der Tod? Isn't that German for death?"

But the prisoner was not looking at his questioner. His eyes had wandered to a dark corner behind the officer. The man looked quickly over his shoulder to see what the boy was starring at so intently in the dark corner behind him.

"He's here, you know," Luigi said as the man returned his gaze to the murderer.

"There's no one there," he said with a confused look on his face. "You gonna pretend to be insane now? That won't make the punishment any less harsh, you know."

The room suddenly got darker, as if the air had been replaced with jet black ink. The officer looked around him to see what had caused the sudden change. When he looked behind him, he froze in fear. Before him stood a hauntingly, beautiful young blond man.

"I present to you, his Majesty," Luigi said in a knowing tone, "Death."

The young man, looking like a heavenly angel among the darkness, came toward the light. His face was breathtaking, not a hair was out of place. It seemed as if God himself had molded and sculpted his face. He was dressed all in white. Everything was warm and inviting about him; all except his eyes. They were as blue as ice and just as cold. They seemed to pierce through to your very soul and find your deepest, darkest secrets that even you didn't know of.

"Why do you continue this meaningless talk?" the young man said in a musical, sing- song voice. "It's stirring up so many memories that are painful for me to remember." He said closing his eyes and waving his hand as if trying to wipe away whatever images the conversation had made appear in his mind's eye. He stopped just outside of the light's domain, remaining safe in the dark. "I never understood why it was called Love by you mortals. It's so painful, especially for someone like me. My duty to Fate and Destruction has always left me cold and unattached. That is, until she appeared…"

The officer stared at the man in horror- struck awe. Unable to move, as if he had been held hostage by some unseen force, too powerful to combat. The beautiful man turned his icy gaze from the boy in handcuffs to the man of authority, frozen by fear. With a smile that was filled with years of sadness he said softly:

"Oh yes. I, Death, have felt Love." He looked away from the officer's terrified eyes and walked slowly to stand behind the young Italian. "That was my one mistake."

"You see," the boy sneered at the officer. "It was all for love. Una grande amore!"

The boy burst into psychotic peals of laughter. Deafening peals of laughter.

Death slowly stepped away from the mad child and walked slowly back into the darkness. His gripped the bridge of his nose, as if he was in pain.

"Oh," he closed his eyes and sighed, such a pained sigh. "Elisabeth…"