-1 Chapter seven
Teatime was back in the run down apartment that he was renting and thinking up of a plain to some how escape Death. Again. From their last encounter it was obvious that Death was a very stubborn and single minded fellow. Traits that his granddaughter seemed to have inherited.
That was when an idea hit him. Death was rather fond of his granddaughter, wasn't he? All Jonathan had to do was momentarily make it look like Susan was in some form of danger and make a deal with him in return for his granddaughters safety.
Of coarse he wouldn't put her in any real danger. Teatime had developed quit a liking towards her. He found her charmingly cynical and her dry sense of humour rather appealing. How her stray bits of hair escaped her neat bun when she gave out to the children for misbehaving and the way she always altered stories by adding her own commentary when reading to the children.
Its amazing what you learn by just watching some one.
SUSAN'S P.O.V
After a long time spent walking around, Susan finally found her way back to the house. She mage herself invisible and quietly lat herself in through the front door. Everyone was already asleep.
The more she thought about the nights events the angrier she became. Who did Teatime and Albert think they were? Trying to drag her back into the world she had tried so desperately to get away from. Well they could both just bugger of for all she cared.
She then got changed out of her dress and went to bed where she fell into a dreamless sleep.
DEATH'S P.O.V
"HAVE YOU SPOKEN TO SUSAN YET ALBERT"
"Have done master" said Albert. "But she weren't all to pleased to see me"
"SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT"
"What would that be master. Besides the obvious I mean" he said referring to the Assassin coming back from the dead situation.
SUSAN SEEMS TO BE QUT ENJOYING MISTER THE-AH-TIM-EHS ATTENTION.
"Understandably" said Albert "you see, the only real attention she's ever got from a gentleman was from what's his name? Imp? Anyway , she must find it quit flattering to be given so much attention"
WHY DEOS SHE NOT JUST CATCH THE EYE OF SOME OTHER GENTLEMEN.
Albert sighed, this was a delicate subject. "You see master, she's not what you would call an affectionate girl is our Susan. Men usually look for some one who can play the piano rather then some one who can take down any monster or boogieman who is unfortunate to cross her path with a poker."
BUT……..Death tried to think of one of her good traits. SHE HAS HAD AN EDUCATION.
"Witch means that she's smart" said Albert knowingly. "Men find that sort of thing intimidating."
I STILL DO NOT APPROVE. I MUST FIND MISTER THE-AH-TIM-EH AT ONCE.
Death then left his domain to get binky.
"Well this is all going to end in tears" said Albert.
(A/N My god is there an actual plot starting to form???????????????.. The more you review the more I update!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
I don't own the discworld books, Terry Pratchett does.
