DEATH BRINGER

GEPOV

Alison and Valkyrie went to a near by restaurant for some burgers.

"Damn, this is so good." Alison said.

"I know, right?" Valkyrie laughed at Alison's stained face.

"I miss that."

"Miss what?"

"That. You being yourself, you weren't like that 7 years ago."

Valkyrie sighed and said, "I didn't know I changed.".

"It's OK, I guess… damn this is to die for."

"Speaking of which." Valkyrie pointed out as Skulduggery sat in beside them. Alison finished her burger, "So how did Melancholia escape?"

"Actually that's why I'm here.", Skulduggery said, "Nye said she came out of the coma, due a lack of morphine, and shadow walked. Apparently she could die any time now." Skulduggery stood up and walked over to his Coupe. Valkyrie left a tip and followed. Alison jogged up to them.

"So, now what are we going to do?" Alison asked.

"We're going to the Northern Necromancer Temple." Valkyrie said. Alison gave a loud sigh and hopped into the back. Valkyrie slept most of the way and Alison practiced her Necromancy. The drive was about four or five hours.

The Coupe pulled up on what looked like a driveway. Cleric Wreath greeted them at the front.

"Hello Valkyrie. How are y-" He faltered at the sight of Alison.

"Everything OK?" Skulduggery asked.

"Who's that?" Cleric asked as he pointed to Alison.

"My sister Emera. What is it?"

"N-Nothing. Your sister? Oh." His face started to trickle sweat.

"We're here to see Melancholia, where is she?" Valkyrie asked.

"I'm afraid you can't see her. She's not ready."

"Too bad." Valkyrie said and budged passed Wreath. She started to head course of where Alison was but she stopped dead in her tracks. Skulduggery and her sister ran up to her, inside was Melancholia laying practically lifeless in the bed.

"Are you awake?" Skulduggery gingerly asked.

Melancholia's eyes fluttered opened, "Hmm?"

Cleric ran down to them, furious, "You have to go now."

"No.", Valkyrie said, "As Sanctuary detectives we have the right to arrest her."

"What for? She hasn't hurt anybody in over a decade."

"Uh, let me think. She attacked me, Emera, Skulduggery, 300 other people and tried to kill three billion people."

Wreath said nothing and turned his attention to Melancholia.

"Why did you hire Sanguine to capture Emera." Skulduggery ordered.

She gave a weak sinister laugh and said, "Haven't you heard?" That's all she said than her head sank back into the pillow. Wreath ran over and tried to check her pulse.

"There's no pulse." He said.

"You're not doing it right." Valkyrie pointed out.

"Than how do you do it?" Valkyrie sighed and checked Melancholia's wrist and neck, just in case. There really was no pulse. Valkyrie stepped out and joined Skulduggery's side. Wreath sighed and pointed towards the exit. Alison left first and hopped into the back of the car.

"What do you think she meant?" Alison wondered.

"Probably something big." Skulduggery answered.

"Huh.". After being at the Temple for a few minutes the Coupe started up and they drove back for another four or five hours. They parked near the front of the Sanctuary, Vendetta and Rife were patrolling.

"Are you two patrolling because of Melancholia?" Alison asked.

"Yeah, it's sorta' cold out. By the way, Ghastly finished your clothes." Vendetta hugged herself to emphasize her point. Valkyrie joined behind Alison and Skulduggery followed.

"Melancholia died, we saw her." Valkyrie added.

"Oh, god. Really?" Alison nodded.

"Before she died Melancholia said 'Haven't you heard', what the hell does she mean?" Skulduggery pondered.

Alison thought for a moment than had a crazy idea, "Wouldn't it be weird if I was the Death Bringer?"

Valkyrie and Vendetta glared at Alison. Is she the Death Bringer? they all thought.

I got a review-tip thingy. From Sky667 it was about Alison having magic, don't worry this isn't bad, this A/N is sort of why I gave Alison magic. And my original Fanfic was to have her not being able to have magic, I thought about it for a long time. I agree with you, Sky667, that Alison shouldn't have magic. But my friends insisted I do it. Plus, the customer is always (not really) right. I'm sorry.