Death is My BFF Rewritten (Book 1 of the Rewritten Death Chronicles)

Chapter 13: Flunking Out of Life

            Just the way he liked it.

            Death's mismatched eyes grazed over the pizza boy leaving the front door of Mason Hanes' house, counting his money greedily. He whistled as he walked. Death didn't think twice, he moved rapidly towards the guy, broad muscles shifting as he stalked like a giant black panther.

            Heavy combat boots silent against the pavement, body hidden with shadows, Death's enormous body neared the human. Poor guy didn't have a chance. Death moved like a killer: quick and silent.

            But as he reached for his car door, as if sensing Death behind him, the pizza man turned sharply around. But it was too late.

            It was always too late for his victims.

            Death gripped the man by the throat, constricting his airway, muting any feeble attempts of screaming. Shark-like fangs unleashed from the Fallen's gums. With a cold-blooded howl, Death sharply inhaled at the pizza guy's mouth, vacuuming up the most luscious part of a human. The human's throat and body convulsed as Death fed, eyes wide in horror, hands helplessly stuck at his sides. A brilliant blue sphere of light transferred from the pizza guy's mouth to Death's, illuminating Death's with its vivid color, momentarily transforming the Fallen's  eyes from their normal variation of green to two clear sapphires.

            Death let his prey crumple to the ground like a worthless crushed can.

            He then let out a low moan, mouth parted in ecstasy. He went through a short burst of euphoria, bracing his obsidian leather gloves on the car in front of him and nearly flipping the vehicle over in the process, breathing raggedly. Heat slid down his body to his groin, making his pants feel tight and painfully confining.

              He took a deep breath, nostrils flaring. Calm.

            Death's eyes slowly morphed back to their normal shades, fangs retracting, sexual craving diminishing, but the ache for the next kill still stirred in the most primal part of him.

            He was never full.

            Ever.

             The cloaked monster slowly licked his lips, taking the shape of the pizza guy with ease. He sniffed the air. Whistling, Death popped open a cardboard box in the back of the dead guy's car and scarfed down three slices of pepperoni.

            "That crust sucked," Death said, whipping the rest of his crust at the dead guy's head. "Have fun in Jesus Land up in the clouds. Say hi for me."

            He snapped his fingers and the dead guy was no longer in the driveway.

            Snickering in a sinister way under his breath, Death then made his way towards the front door, carefully monitoring his surroundings for any changes. Would Malphas have guarded Mason, knowing that Death would come after him? Death guessed not. His father wanted Death to participate in his little game of trying to figure out how and why the hell he had found out about Faith Williams. Or, better yet, how he had come back to life.

            Because Death knew more than anyone that death was typically permanent.

             Death didn't know what to expect when he saw the human.  Mason hadn't looked too good the last time he had seen him, and was most likely transitioning into a demon. It didn't surprise him that his father would offer Mason immortality in return for helping him. His father loved ruining people's lives and manipulating humans, that was for sure.