One on one, the plot is difficult to explain but it's going to be awesome.... I hope.... I'm lonely.... send help..... (CLOSED)

"DON'T WORRY, THEY CANNOT SEE OR HEAR YOU." Death said.

"I know." She snaps.

"GOOD."

She glares at him.

Death took out a golden hourglass. "IT IS TIME." he said. The sand was only a few grains from running out.

Erica crickes her neck as she turns right as the King's (I was going to make it gorey… If its ok Ill finish it)

(Yeah, it's fine. Go ahead.)

Erica cricks her neck as she turns right as the King's throat was slit. She yelps as blood spurts from his throat.(Im sorry! I watch Game of Thrones so…)

(Oh. I watch Vikings.) Death unsheathed an exquisite sword, clearly magical. "KINGS GET THE SWORD. IT'S A….. WORKPLACE REQUIREMENT." he said.

"Huh?" She turns to face him. Her hands where at her waist. Her face was splattered with blood and her palms where covered in it again.

Death swung the sword over the kings body. A pale ghost that looked somewhat like the king, only transparent, stood up. "That's me then?" he asked, pointing the corpse.

Erica stands back, trying to wipe the blood from her eyes at least

"YES. YOU HAVE DIED." Death told the king.

Erica watches from a far. She then looks at the guests who where freaking out and trying to stopthe bleeding of the king

"Well, I s'pose that it wasn't so bad a death." he said. "That's my son. Yet I'm not feeling sad." he said, pointing to a boy about a year older than Erica comforting his sobbing mother. "EMOTIONS GET LEFT BEHIND." Death said.

Erica walks around the table toward the guy the King had pointed out. She leans forward and to the side infront of him.

The boy, who was in fact quite handsome, looked up at-well, not at Erica, more like through her. He stood up and walked away. "COME ALONG, GIRL. THE KING IS DUE TO BECOME A GHOST. WE CAN'T SO MUCH ELSE HERE." Death said, beckoning to Erica.

Erica stands straight and walks to him and the king's (Ghost? Spirit?). She still had blood all over her face and hands

"Sorry you had to soaked with m' blood." the ghost king said, walking off. "WE SHALL DEPART." Death told Erica, walking back through the wall they came from.

Erica pauses and looks back at the family before walking back with Death.

Death rode off with Erica to his domain. It was colorless, all black, but not exactly lifeless. There was a house. It was a small Victorian manor.

She sits up straight, eyeing the house

"CORNELIUS WILL SHOW YOU TO YOUR ROOM. I WILL BE IN MY OFFICE. DO NOT DISTURB ME." Death said, walking off.

Cornelius?"

An old man walked out, answering Erica's question.

"Oh… " Erica sighs and dismounts Binky. She walks to the horse's head and kisses his snout.

"Come this way, I can show you to your room and you can wash up after that." Cornelius said, noticing the blood splattered all over Erica.

Erica narrows her eyes, staying close to the horse, "I can manage."

"Don't worry, I don't bite." the old man laughed.

Erica snorts. A lot like the horse next to her but walks over the man.