Disclaimer: I do not own Discworld or any of the aforementioned series. Rights belong to the authors. I just take out the characters to play.

Death of the Discworld

She was told that Terry Pratchett books were good, but she had never been told how good the characters were. Especially one. Yet again, Anita Heathers found herself magnetized by a skeleton with a wonderful personality.

Death.

It was funny, really, because technically Death wasn't supposed to feel any emotion, but from the way he kissed her…it would seem that a not-quite-twelve year old was already starting to make the impossible possible.

And she was glad for it, too. Though his ego and humor were much different from Skulduggery's (he was, after all, not human at all. Death was an anthropomorphic personification, thank you very much.), but the two had the same astonishing tenderness in their gaze, though Death's was, perhaps, a little more icy. But that was more the light they cast that anything else.

She still remembered the first time she had seen the hourglass room, as she called it. The sound like the ocean soothed her, and she smiled. Suddenly, long, bony arms were put around her, and she was lifted into the air, carried bridal-style. And Death started walking. Anita liked it, her head resting against his chest, as they talked and laughed.

"What's this?" someone asked.

They both stopped mid laugh at the tone, and Death swung Anita gently to her feet. Still, they each clasped the other's hand. Death cleared his throat.

"ALBERT," he said. His voice was…dare Anita say wary? "THIS IS ANITA. SHE…" he trailed off, lost for words.

"You two…you're an item?" Albert asked. His eyes bulged. "But I thought you…you couldn't…by Scott, how?" he demanded.

"IT WOULD SEEM THAT THINGS HAVE CHANGED," Death replied.

Anita smiled, leaning in a little closer. Their hands separated and Death's arm wrapped around her shoulders.

"W-well, then…" Albert stammered.

And he hurried off, mumbling to himself. Anita and Death proceeded out to the garden—all in dark blacks. It was the first truly perfect night they'd had in a while.

Anita knew he would propose tonight…that was if Nevena would stop interrupting just as he was preparing himself to pop the question. She had tried to go down to the floor, but Nevena still woke her every five minutes asking, "Did he do it yet?"

Anita could understand Nevena's eagerness, but it was still incredibly annoying, especially because Nevena had no idea why Anita was so aggravated.

And then Nevena fell asleep. Anita closed her eyes, smiling.

She sat behind Death, riding on Binky, going over a forest. It was night, the sky an inky black, and they landed next to a river, with plants that somehow looked bright green, despite the dim lighting.

And then she was standing, by a bright green fern, and then Death was facing her. He seemed…uncomfortable. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, arms at his sides. Anita had to remind herself that she wasn't supposed to know about the proposal.

"ANITA," he said hesitantly, "I HAVE SOMETHING TO…OH, SOD IT." He gave up, kneeling, barely needing to look up to see into her eyes. "I LOVE YOU. I NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD BE POSSIBLE FOR ME, BUT I DO."

"No glands," Anita thought, "and yet he still loves me…" A light blush tinged her cheeks.

"WILL YOU MARRY ME?" Death asked. The words tumbled out in a rush, and Anita darted forward, flinging her arms around his neck and shoulders. She barely noticed the thin band of silver, with five diamonds set into it. It was quiet, and beautiful, but Anita broke through his hands quickly.

"Of course I will!" she cried. Her eyes burned with tears of joy, but she refused to let them fall over. "I love you so much," she mumbled into his cowl.

"I LOVE YOU, TOO," he said, shocked. His hands gripped her back hesitantly.

He wore his cowl for the wedding. Anita didn't mind; when it wrapped her, soft as it was, she felt safe. Just as she felt safe in Al's, or Alphonse's, or Skulduggery's embrace, as safe as when she gathered DungeonMaster into her arms. And he really did look wonderful in, it. It suited him—which made sense, if she spent the time to think about it.

Everything passed in a blur, at least in Anita's memory. The dress she wore was blue, deep blue, dark blue, almost purple, and she smiled.

Again, she crafted the ring, though this time in a subtler way; it simply formed on the palm of her hand.

Like the last time, there were multiple best men and no bridesmaids—it was odd, how little Anita paid attention to the traditions, but no one seemed to mind.

There was no reception—the two preferred their own company—but the other four ended up sitting with them. Anita sat in Death's lap, heedless of the bones beneath her. They never bothered her, not with Skulduggery, not with Death. She leaned her head gently against Death's chest, smiling sweetly to herself. His hands clasped with hers, they sat and talked, the soft, dark folds of cloth surrounding her, framing her fair-skinned hair and red hair.

When they discussed the lack of need for emotions in one of the books, Anita was frightened. But then…he had told her that he could, in fact, release emotion whenever he pleased. He just wouldn't for her, because to him emotions were addictive.

"ESPECIALLY HER," he thought as he kissed her hair.

"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT?" Death asked Anita. She shook out of her trance, smiling at him gently.

"Just reminiscing. About our wedding," she replied.

"IT'S, WHAT, DECEMBER 28TH? IT'S ONLY BEEN A WEEK…CAN YOU STILL CALL IT REMINISCING?" he asked.

"Hmm, yes. I think a week is the minimum amount of time for reminiscing," Anita replied. A thought took her suddenly. "Do you ever reminisce?"

"NOT REALLY, NO. I NEVER SAW THE POINT OF THE THING."

Anita smiled. He was an interesting character, but she loved him.

And nothing happened for months—it was summer before anyone else showed up. Anniversaries came and went. Anita turned thirteen, but thirteen hundred in Fastreena.

A/N: So, what do you think? No one's reviewing. If this keeps going, I might threaten you with getting rid of the series. It's not much good, anyways.

Ah, well. So how do you like Death? There wasn't much background for him, and I'm sorry I diverged from just Death, but I don't want other chapters before all eight initial characters have been revealed. Sorry the start is slow and doesn't have a lot of action. There's be plenty of excitement later-though very little that I actually tell will be good after a bit. There'll be the occasional fight, but that would get boring. Since Anita is projecting to the world called 'Fastreena,' she'll be put under no constraints until she actually gets there in A World Unknown. And actually, with this as a prequel, I might have to change the title. If you have a good idea about that, lemme know (but if you haven't read it yet, you might want to wait until after this.

I think this is officially the longest author's not I've had.

Chamomile tea for everyone!

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See you lovelies around, and don't forget to REVIEW. Or I'll start giving up on this, I swear, because I already think my writing sucks.