See how quick I'm getting these out?? It pays to have written the entire thing already-- I should apologize to those of you reading/ waiting (rather impatiently I'm sure) for me to finish my FullMetal Alchemist fic "Love is a Battlefield." ANYWAY since I love writing about Death so much, I decided to dedicate a chappy solely to him and Sisi. It's a bit of a slow chappy but I felt it necessary to show the relationship Sisi and Death had with one another. I hope you enjoy it!! It's short but reeeeally sweet! Also, you may (or may not) notice that Elisabeth calls Death by his "name"- der Tod- while the narration and everyone else in the tale calls him simply "Death." I wanted to have this difference in the names to make Death an actual being to Elisabeth, much more personal and intimate- der Tod than DEATH. Alrighty- on with the story!!

Chapter 2

The Dark Prince

It had been months since Elisabeth's first meeting with her Dark Prince. He had kept his word about not leaving her side. Unbeknownst to her, every night he would appear in her room and simply watch her slow breathing form dream. He never made an attempt to reach out and touch her ivory cheeks or brush a lock of hair from her face. He would simply watch and wait for her to call for him. It didn't happen often, but when it did, Death was immediately at her side.

Lost in a terrifying nightmare, she would unconsciously call out to her der Tod. Her eyes tightly shut, lashes brimming with crystal tears. Sweat on her brow, lashing out as if trying to fend off a terrible monster. The first night it happened, Death was unsure as to what he should do. He had never been known to be a comfort to anyone, much less a terrified child. But hearing her fearful cries tore his cold, black heart into pieces. Sitting on the edge of her bed, he reached out his black gloved hands and easily raised her frail form onto his lap. Her small body was tense and trembling in fear. Death began to rock her back and forth, running his hand through her hair and softly singing her name. After that night, he refused to leave her alone with the terrors of the night.

When Elisabeth would be out in the field behind her house, he would be there. Never revealing himself until needed. He would silently watch her roll down a hill, twigs and leaves tangled in her chocolate brown hair, a smile on her face. He would sit by as she climbed the apple tree in the front of her house and watch her as she squinted her eyes to try and see just beyond the horizon. Always watching, never being seen. And falling more and more in love with her as each day passed.

But when she would take a fall and scrape her knee, he would appear. Kneeling before her, he would peer into her eyes, savoring the moment, and lean in and place a small kiss to her wound. The burning cut would ice over as would the wound itself. While Death's Kiss was extremely deadly, it could also do miraculous things when called upon.

When night would come in the middle of the field, beyond the visibility of the house, Elisabeth's Dark Prince would be there to lead her safely home.

Their relationship was an odd one. Seldom did they ever exchange words. Words were never necessary. Their bond was stronger than anything known to man. They seemed to always know what the other was thinking. Death always knew when his princess needed him and Elisabeth always seemed to feel her Prince's presence, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it.

As the years passed, Elisabeth began to need her der Tod less and less, until finally she forgot about her Dark Prince entirely and wrote it off as just a childhood fantasy she had had. What she didn't realize was that her Dark Prince was indeed real. Plotting. Scheming. Waiting. Waiting ever so patiently to reveal himself to his love once again.

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