The second last chapter. Enjoy! (Its part of the specail today.) So I'm finishing it! I want reviews, though. I don't get plenty of reviews, then you don't the last chapter. So visiting people, you can leave a review. (If you'd like.)

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Becoming Death

Chapter 12

Anzu stared at Atem in completely and total shock. Why? Why was he here when he could be at peace, when he could be with his family? "Why?" she croaked out. Atem smiled and shook his head.

"I couldn't do it, not again."

"What?" she asked, pretending not to know what he was talking about.

"You can't fool me, I'm not about to take your heart with me again." He whispered and walked up to her. The shadows seemed to disappeared, no longer protecting her. Getting up so that she wasn't sitting down by the time he was in front of her.

"Dark told me . . . that there was a way I could stay with you." He said, cupping her face gently. It took a minute for what he said to sink in.

"No!" she gasped, horrified. "Atem, that is not the way!" She roughly pushed him away. "Do you know what you speak of?"

"Yes, Dark explained it very well to me, if you give me the Kiss of Death, I stay with you."

"Do you know what the Kiss of Death means?" she shrieked. She spun on her heel towards Dark. "You, young man, are going to receive hard training and I'll tell you to stop when I feel like telling you!"

He simple shrugged. "I'll do anything to make you happy." Anzu's breath hitched in her throat as she looked between the two men. "He is only an apprentice, he doesn't know what the Kiss truly means!"

"Hey!" he yelled. "Just because I'm an apprentice doesn't mean anything!"

"Yes, it does, it means I can kick your ass. Now go back and open the portal for Atem!"

"He won't because I refuse to leave." Atem said, crossing his arms. Damn, she felt like a caught animal. "I won't leave you again, Anzu." She sucked in a breath and finally found the words that would hopefully drive him away.

"Look at me, these tattoos, these wings." She snapped.

He looked over them and shrugged. "What about them?"

"Ugly, aren't they?"

The air froze. "Do you honestly want these for yourself?"

"Anzu . . ." Atem whispered. "Are you saying that you're hideous?"

"Of course I am!" she yelled. "My eyes, which used to be blue, are now the color of fresh blood. The tattoos speak of death and within them are people suffering. The wings look caught between a demon and an angel's wings. I wield a scythe, take souls, and practically bask in the glory of people's sufferings! What is beautiful about that?" she cried. Black tears poured down her cheeks as she released the pain from her heart, the pain of never being able to love the man in front of her.

"Anzu," he said softly. "It is true, that all you now deal with is darkness and pain, and I believe that a soul as pure as you should never have been chosen to do this, but you aren't ugly!" he told her.

Anzu smiled. "The funny thing is, I could have denied it, I could have destroyed myself, but at the time, I didn't have Dark, and the power would have gone to you."

"What?"

"Yes, the original Death had plans to make you Death, but when I realized that, I couldn't, I couldn't let you take this burden. That was the one thing that kept me sane until Dark came. If I stayed alive, then you would still be happy." She sobbed and fell to her knees.

Atem and Dark were staring at her in shock. The apprentice came up to the Pharaoh and whispered to him. "Kiss her, be forceful if you must, but please, stay with her." He begged before he left the two lovers.

Atem stared after the retreating back of Dark before turning to Anzu. "Anzu . . ."

"Go away!" she sobbed. "Just leave me be!"

"No." he growled and walked up to her. He yanked her to a standing position and pulled to a dark corner. He shoved her roughly into the wall and trapped her with his arms. "Never, say that again, is that clear?" he snarled. Anzu looked at him for a moment before nodding.

He cupped her face and was about to kiss her when she gave one last attempt. "No! Atem, I'm hid-"

"Anzu! Look at me, you are not ugly. Its true, the tattoos and wings are frightening, but they are also beautiful."

"That's morbid-" he pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her.

"Yes, its morbid, but to me, they are beautiful. No one else has your tattoos, no one probably can because they cannot be done by mortal hand, and your wings are one-of-a-kind. No one else has these things, only you. Anzu, no matter how ugly and hideous you think you are, I will always love you." And with that, Atem planted his lips firmly on hers.

The shadows gently swirled around them, creating a black wall so that no one would disturb them. Anzu felt the ground disappear from under her as she felt herself falling, it was like the feeling where one lays on the bed and stares up at the ceiling long enough, and then you feel as though you're free-falling, making you jolt out of the trance. Emotions filled her, emotions that Death shouldn't be capable of feeling.

The next emotion to hit her was fear as she felt some of the darkness that marked her as Death leave her to go to Atem. It surrounded and filled him, making her cry again. She didn't want this, she had always wanted him to be her light, her light within this cursed darkness she was forced into. But here he was, kissing her, accepting the darkness as part of her when all his life he had fought it.

The kiss ended when Atem gasped and collapsed on the ground. Anzu was about to reach for him when her shadows pulled her away. The familiar ink swirled around him and connected to his skin. Holding back a sob, she looked away when she heard the horrible sound of ripping skin.

For what felt like forever, the only sound to be heard was soft gasps. The shadows released her and joined with Atem's new shadows, as if playing together. She took a step towards him, looking over his body.

Tattoos much like hers had spread out over his body, only his looked more sinister. His wings were like hers, stuck in between an angel and a demon's wings, but unlike hers, his wings were completely black, reminding her or the endless midnight sky.

He looked up at her then, pinning her with his glowing crimson eyes. The power that she could see in them was massive. He was no doubt, more powerful then she could ever be, but that didn't mean she couldn't put up a fight with him.

Atem stood up and walked toward her, his eyes concentrated on her even more, making her throat dry. Taking a few steps back to try and get away, somehow, but she cursed herself. Once again, she was roughly pushed against the wall. Like a wolf, he reacted the way when its prey runs, but she knew, Anzu knew that she was just not prey to this man.

His latched onto her neck and nipped at it, sending shivers down her spine as she gripped his newly formed black robes that now covered his body. Had he been naked, who knew what . . . no, she wasn't innocent, and she knew what would have happened.

The butterfly kisses on her neck had traveled to her jaw, and once more to her lips. Whatever his kisses had been before, were nothing compared to this kiss and the raw possession in it. This kiss was coming close to shattering her mind, her sanity, everything.

His wings came around them, surrounding them in a cocoon of darkness. She could see his eyes, as if there was a light behind them, and no doubt her eyes were doing the same thing. Atem was now the creature that the monster under the bed feared.

She was brought out of her thoughts abruptly when she felt his hands slid down her hips, and then lower. "No! Atem-" Another kiss cut off her plea to stop. When he deepened the kiss to the point where she couldn't breathe, she gave up and left her fate in his hands.

I believe, at this point, everyone can guess what happens next. This is rated T, not M. Sorry, no good stuff, but that's for your imagination, right?

Right.

This is why I didn't change the title of the story. Anzu had already become death so, why didn't it change?

A: Because Atem hadn't transformed yet! Hee hee!

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