Death was walking down the street thinking of the young beauty when his ring began to burn. The only time that occurred was when someone was about to die before their time. People thought reaping the dead was his only job. No Death's existence was for balance. To make sure people died when they were meant to and other didn't die until they were meant to.

Death tossed his cane up in the air and watched at it turned into his scroll of the dead. Who was he to save today? There on the scroll a name flashed Blue indicating they needed saved.

Isabella Marie Swan

"Isabella… Bella?" Death growled squeezing the scroll as it turned back into his cane. He took a step disappearing and reappearing within seconds somewhere else.

"Leave me alone!" He heard his Bella shouting from a nearby alley way.

He turned the corner to see three men cornering her against a wall trying to reach and rip at her clothes.

He quickly but silently moved behind the middle one knocking him out with his cane. Death could have simply touched him but he didn't want to frighten her more than she already was. Tears streaming down her face. As the man's body fell to the ground at Death's feet, the other two men turned to see what had happened.

"Azrael?" Bella whimpered.

"Get behind me."

Bella didn't need any further invitation as she darted behind her new friend.

"Who the fuck are you?" One of the men yelled.

"Oh me? Just a food connoisseur and you just happen to be attacking my personal chef."

The fear in beauties eyes turning to amusement. Good he simply despised fear in her eyes after knowing her kindness. These men would die when she wasn't around to see it. His cane vibrating softly in his fingertips, these men's names turning red showing their very near execution.

"Look you scrawny son of a…"

The man's sentence was cut off as a silver car came speeding around the corner and stopping mere inches from the alley they were standing in. A teenage boy with copper hair came stomping out and towards them.

"Isabella!"

"Edward?" His beauty questioned.

"I came to save you."

"How did you even know I was in trouble?"

"That's not important right now, let's go! I'm taking you home."

As the boy got closer, Death could see he was a breed of vampire. He'd always hated them, thinking they could cheat the reaper but their time always came and he relished the look upon their faces when he came for them. They always thought just because they don't age that their time will never come. Reckless beasts. How did his beauty know this monster?

"But…" She looked up at Azrael.

"Go on beauty, I will make sure everything is settled here." He leaned down towards her ear and whispered low enough so the boy wouldn't hear. "I will call you soon to make sure you made it home safely."

Bella's shoulder relaxed and she nodded her head. "Okay."

She ran towards Edward and he rushed her into his car. Looking back at Death as he got in himself. A glare on his face. Death would need to keep a close eye on this, the boy was possessive of something that wasn't his. He only let her go with him so he could discard of these vermin. He watched them drive away.

"You cost us our fun you bastard."

"Shame." Death said than smiled. "My fun however is about to begin."

He quickly reached out and grabbed the one who kept mouthing off. The moment his fingers brushed the man's neck he fell and began to spasm. Foam pouring from his mouth until he stopped dead.

"Wwwwwhat did you do to him?" The other still standing began inching away.

Death turned to him and smirked, disappearing before the man's eyes.

"Hey where did you go?!"

"Behind you."

The man spun around as Death lifted his cane and swung it against the man's head.

He bent down and touched both of the unconscious ones, killing them and watched as all three of their bodies disintegrated to ash leaving nothing behind. As he watched the wind blow away the dust his eyes caught something on the ground. It was Bella's bag from the store. It was wet so he reached in to retrieve her purchase. The book thankfully in perfect condition. He flipped it over and saw that it was a book on tribal lore between shifters and cold ones.

"Clever girl."

Well he had to return it didn't he? It was what any upstanding citizen would do after all. He smirked disappearing.