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Her eyes fluttered slightly before peeling open, a groan slipped past her lips as she clenched her eyes shut against the bright light sending shooting pains through her head. She squeezed her eyes shut for a few long minutes before opening them slightly in apprehension. Blinking slightly at her blurred version, she shook her head in an effort to clear the fog from her mind before rubbing her eyes. She opened them again and her vision became clearer as she gradually became accustomed to the light. She looked around her in utter confusion as she painstakingly lifted herself up, her hands meeting the familiar feel of the icy cold softness. What the hell? Why was it snowing in July? It was Summer. None of this made any sense to her as she wiped her now freezing hands on her jeans.

She suddenly stopped as she actually took in her surroundings.

It was absolutely picturesque. The view of the breath-taking achromatic winter wonderland seemed to be entombed in a dome of silence and a sense of serenity. The jarring relentless winds that come with winter seemed to have stripped the last leaves from the trees leaving them bare and brooding in the harsh winter air. The now barren, snow-covered trees stood tall over the pristine blanket of snow, glistening in the morning light. A narrow river meandered its way around the trees, clearly having frosted over during the course of winter, creating a pellucid, crystal sheet of ice, where the reflection of the pallid brittle blue sky was visible despite the hazy surface. Bitingly cold air rushed past her causing her form to shiver slightly as it weaved its way through the trees, rustling past the skeletal branches, effortlessly breaking the hushed atmosphere. She could see that remotely towering in the distance were gravel-grey jagged mountains upon which draped a crystalline cover of snow where the rays of light cascaded down on creating a soft glow.

How was she here? She only remembered that...

Oh my God, she thought as her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. her hands frantically searching for the non-existent stab wound in her abdomen, but it wasn't there. She could have sworn that it was, the pain that she had felt was real but there wasn't even a trace of blood on her clothes, which she realised was still the scrubs she had forgotten to change out of in her haste. Her eyes widened as she realised that her baby was all alone with him and she was... oh my god.

She couldn't believe it. She was...

She was actually...

She was dead.

There was no other explanation. She was dead. He had killed her. She was actually, honest to God, dead. And now her little angel was left all alone in the hands of that monster.

She shook her head at the absolute absurdity of this situation, she honestly couldn't believe it. This was so surreal. What the hell was going to happen to her little baby now? She could care less about herself, her baby was all alone stuck in a locked room with a madman on the other side, he could have easily entered and done anything and she wouldn't be there for her baby like she always was. Time and time again she had put herself between them, deliberately angered him to get his attention on her allowing her child to escape, and time and time again she was beaten for it. He had always made an effort to not hurt her anywhere visible but today it seemed like he had lost control. And now that monster was with her baby and for the first time in 4 years, she wasn't there to protect her. The thought brought tears to her eyes as her heart beat frantically in her chest, her baby must be so scared and here she was apparently dead. God, how inconvenient. She just wished that she could have had said goodbye to her little girl but apparently that was not to be, all she could do right now was hope that her little baby would be OK, that someone would save her and that she could live her life and be free like she hadn't been for most of her life. First, living with her control-freak of a father and then stuck in a relationship with a not only a controlling, but an abusive boyfriend. She wished that she could have at least had a life before she died but now she could only hope that her little baby could instead despite how unbelievable that was, considering she's now stuck in a locked room and the only one that could open it was James. Whether he opens it or not, her little baby was not going to come out unscathed and the thought tore a sob from her throat as she collapsed on her knees, crying out for the unfairness of this entire situation, she repeatedly cursed through her tears the unfortunate day she had met James Axel Whitlock. She had been a young freshman and he had been a handsome sophomore, she had been too naïve to see past the charm to the danger that lay beneath and then she had been trapped with no means of escape and now her daughter was going to face the stupidity of her decision.

She cried for a solid five minutes before she managed to pull herself together and figure out what the hell she was going to do now. Would there be a benign entity, the physical embodiment of light, here to escort her to the gates of heaven, or will she be dragged by the gnarled hands of a disfigured entity framed by a black cloak comprised of shadows, to the towering gates of hell? She couldn't help but have the childish thought of actually being taken to hell by the Grim Reaper.

A low chuckle echoed around her, and she span around wildly, her heart beating in her ears, her breathing becoming more rapid and her form, already shivering from the cold, started to quiver uncontrollably. What was that? Joking about going to hell was easier than the actual thought of going there, she couldn't possibly have done something that disastrous could she have? Though there was that time that she put bright neon yellow hair dye in her late brother's shampoo when she had been only 7 years old, though it was entirely his fault, he started it. Though now she missed those annoying tendencies of his that always managed to get on her nerves, she missed him more than anything, he always knew how to make her feel better. The day that he had died, her father had become a completely different person, he hadn't been the best father to her from the get go so it didn't make much difference to her, he had always blamed her for their deaths and at first when she was younger she had agreed with hm but over the years, she's come to understand that it wasn't her fault, she couldn't have controlled what happened to them, it just happened.

She tamped down those thoughts for now as she contemplated anything else she had done that could potentially get her sent to hell. Oh! There was that time when she punctured her Dad's tire because she didn't want to go to his friend's house, again that wasn't her fault, it was her dad's friend's son's fault, Dante. That blasted fool couldn't seem to take a hint, no matter how many times she emphasised that there was never going to be an us and she just couldn't be bothered to deal with it that day. There was also that time, she started to think about before getting cut off by another low chuckle, though it sounded more like a cacophony of multiple sounds, which made it all the more ominous. She started to sweat slightly in fear of what was to come as droplets began running down the side of her face. Was she actually going to hell?

"Why would you think such a thing Anastasia?" The voice said in a low voice, though it sounded more like a growl to her.

She gulped slightly as she tried to respond, "Because, well, I mean, wait, how do you know my name and how the hell do you know what I was thinking. Did you just read my mind?" She demanded indignantly before she widened her eyes in horror and fear. She had no idea who the voice was, but he could easily be God, or the Devil or an angel and she actually spoke like that. Oh my God. She was going to hell. Yep. It was sorted she had officially signed her death warrant, well she was already dead, so more like she signed a warrant for her eternal torment and suffering. Wonderful. What an absolutely joyous occasion. Her luck just kept getting better and better. First of all, she died by the hands of her boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriends hand, her little baby was alone, all by herself, with said ex-boyfriend and now she's stuck in the freezing cold air with absolutely no feeling in her fingers and she just demanded an answer from someone who could have her thrown in hell before she could apologise. Great. Just perfect. She was doomed.

The chuckle she was beginning to grow accustomed to, echoed around the beautiful place again and whilst she shivered slightly in fear, she also became curious about his or her identity, though it sounded more like a male.

Her brother always said that her curiosity was going to get her in a lot of trouble one day, and she remembered his words vividly as she built up the courage to tentatively ask, "Who are you?"

"I am who I am, I am who I was and I am who I will always be." The deity answered with amusement lacing his tone.

"Did you just... Did you actually just quote Merlin?" She giggled slightly as she remembered one of the funniest moments in Merlin and she suddenly had the crazy thought that Dragoon was the entity that would choose her fate. It was utterly ludicrous, but she couldn't help it.

"I see you find this amusing. I must say that your brain is quite a delightful though tragic place. I haven't felt so much amusement and sadness in a long time and I have lived far longer than you could comprehend, all you pesky humans have become quite boring over the centuries and yet there's something about you that is different." The voice said with a curious undertone.

Anastasia didn't know what to say to that so she changed the subject as she asked, "Could you answer my previous question please? I apologise for my tone, I should not have spoken like that, it was utterly rude, I was just shocked that you could do something like that and that you knew who I was and..." She was cut off by the chuckle of the entity.

"No matter Anastasia Williams, I assure you it is fine. I completely understand your emotions child. After all I would be rather surprised if you weren't."

Anastasia breathed a huge sigh of relief before she said, "Thank you... uh... what do I call you."

"You may call me whatever you wish to." The voice said.

"OK. So you won't mind if I call you Mr Creepy Voice?" Anastasia asked slightly apprehensively but mostly amused.

A full blown laugh erupted from the voice and it was a mix of growls and hisses and it was just plain creepy, hence the name.

"Considering your thoughts, I suppose it is fitting."

Anastasia blushed a deep red as she realised, he heard her basically insult him, oh well, he was clearly amused which meant she was hell-free for now until she actually pissed him of. She remembered her brother telling her countless times that she was particularly skilled in doing exactly that and vowed to herself to be completely polite.

10 mins later...

"Are you crazy! What the bloody hell were you thinking? This is not only utterly barbaric but utterly impossible. It goes against every law ever made and could potentially have disastrous consequences like me dying, again, or a time loop, or..."

She was cut out of her rambling thoughts as Mr Creepy Voice said, "Well if you don't want to do it, I could just send you to where you're supposed to go."

She scoffed, he knew she wasn't going to do that, but he just fueled her curiosity even more, she wanted to do it. She knew the risks but it was an opportunity that could never come again so she took a deep breath and made her decision, "I'll do it but on one condition." She refused to leave her daughter behind, she couldn't do that not after all the effort she had put in to keep her safe.

"Hmm. I suppose I will grant you your wish Anastasia." She jerked at this before she rolled her eyes as she realised he had obviously read her mind, though despite the annoying invasion of her privacy, she couldn't stop the ecstatic smile from spreading on her face as her eyes lit up with gratitude, her little angel was going to be safe.

"Yes she will Anastasia. So now do you agree?" Death asked her with a eager tilt to his voice.

He had showed her who he was and she had at first been too shocked to react before she managed to calm down. She still couldn't believe she was speaking to Death himself. She should be at least slightly afraid but she saw absolutely no point considering she was already dead and besides, he had offered her an ultimatum that had never been offered to anyone before and now he was actually letting her baby come alongside her, she couldn't express her gratefulness enough as she agreed with a slight hope erupting in her chest, maybe this wasn't the end for her.

"Brilliant. I haven't had so much excitement in centuries. Best day of my life, well death." Mr Creepy voice said sounding awfully like an excited child, she heard the 'do not' muttered under his breath and snorted in amusement.

"So where exactly are you going to send me?" Anastasia asked curiously, he had said that he was going to send her to a random TV show that she knew about but he refused to tell her which one but she needed to know on the off chance it was dangerous because she needed to protect her baby. She'd rather not have her baby go from one hell to another with no means of protection.

"Taking your thoughts into consideration I will grant you three wishes and in these wishes you may choose whatever you wish to protect your child." Death said with a long-suffering sigh.

"Really? As in anything I want, can I have Merlin's powers, oh what about Harry Potter's powers, like apparating and, oh my god, having an animagus. Wait! What about becoming a vampire but without the bloodlust, that was the worst part apparently according to every vampire in TVD and I'd rather not go through that. And does that mean I can have premonitions like Phoebe does in Charmed, what about..." She was cut off from her excited rambling by Death.

"Yes you can have only three of them." Death said but at her sad puppy dog eyes, he sighed and relented, "OK, fine, I will let you be a vampire without the bloodlust and you won't need blood to survive, You can also have Merlin's powers and you will be granted the power of apparition and becoming an animagus with an animal of your choosing. So whenever you want to transform, think of any animal and that is what you will be. But remember that once you transform you cannot change your animal so choose wisely. And lastly I will grant you the gift of premonitions on the one condition that you'll lose all the memory of everything that you know about the show that I will send you to."

"Yay! You are the best! Wait does that mean you're sending me to a show I know, wow this is going to be so much fun even though I won't remember whatever happened." Anastasia said as she jumped up and down on the balls of her feet excitedly as Death looked on amused and for some reason, happy. He had been watching over her for a while now and it took everything in him not to take the life of that miserable pest that dared lay a finger on her and now to see her so happy with a smile more real than any she had ever given in these past few years of her life, was more gratifying than he had thought so he made a decision to send her to one of her favourite TV shows which he knew that as a child she had dreamt of going to. He had already looked at what was going to happen and he smiled, she was going to smile a lot more now and it was going to be because of another man, though he knew that without a doubt this one would treat her right despite the rocky road they will first travel on. She'll be happy and her young daughter will get the love of a father, the love she had missed out on as a child. He did hate the fact that he can't exactly control everything as Life, his annoying elder sister, also had a say in the matter, so some things will play out against his will, like, for example, where she will wake up. She's going to be pissed he thought but her story will have a much better ending, for this is but the beginning for Anastasia Grace Williams and her little angel, Lilliana Rose Williams.