Title: This is Ankh-Morpork After All.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, no profit is being made, I'm not even worth suing.
Summary: Death has a conversation with an OC (who is isn't really). Vetinari is kind of there, in essence.
A/N-Just a little something, don't hate me too much for it.:)
There were always two Palace guards on watch at the Front Gate, now however that number had just been reduced to one, Death grinned as he finished yet another job, but then he was always grinning. He turned to find a figure watching him, and was momentarily stunned by it. Then he realized exactly what it-she was. (It had the form of a girl, but he knew it could take whatever form it wished.) YOU SHOULDN'T EXIST; A BEING LIKE YOU SHOULD NOT EXIST.
"But I do, I don't know why or how, but I do." She said in a voice that seemed to carry no emotion at all, and yet at the same time all the emotions of the world, or at least the city.
YOU SHOULDN'T THOUGH. But when had a little fact like that ever stopped something, especially in this city. This is Ankh-Morpork after all.
"What will you do, bring me death? I have no fear of death, I have no reason too, things like me can't die. I can be damaged, I can even be destroyed, and I have been many, many times. But I have always been rebuilt, and no matter what happens I will most likely be rebuilt. Even if I'm not, I still won't be dead, for there will still be people who remember, my name will still be in the history books, and lots of other books for that matter. Even if those that remember me should die, and even if all the books should burn, I still won't be dead, for ten-twenty thousand years from that point, some humans will be digging in the desert, and they'll find what's left of me, and I'll be remembered all over again. Death is not for me, it will come to everyone in this place; it will even come to Gods, for Death is master of everything, except for me. As long as some piece of me is left, be it a rock, a brick, a cobblestone, or some small coin, I will always be alive. Death will not come for me".
NO, DEATH WILL NEVER COME FOR YOU. YOU MAY BE FORGOTTEN THOUGH, AND WHAT WILL YOU DO THEN? WHEN NO ONE WALKS YOUR STREETS, WHEN NO CREATURE DWELLS HERE, WHAT WILL YOU DO?
"I will remember, all that has been, all that might have been. I will always remember. And I'd hope, hope to be remembered again."
I WISH YOU LUCK IN THAT. YOU WILL NEED IT. YOU ALWAYS NEED IT.
"Yes, everyone comes to me, and anything that can happen, seems to happen in me. But I have those that look out for me, and in the end I suppose that's all I need."
At this point, both figures looked up at the palace, at the one window that always had light steaming from it, no matter the hour of the night. YES, YES THAT IS ALL YOU NEED. Death mounted Binky and rode away; he had other appointments to keep. The other figure glanced once again to the square of light, and then she smiled, and walked into the darkness of her streets.