[ WP ] '' Death extends his hand , smiling , “ Deal ? ” ''

Death extended her hand to me `` deal?'' she asked smiling softy. I nodded my head and took her hand and shook it. She told me to get dressed and meet her in the kitchen when I was ready. As soon as she left I let out a deep breath, I was nervous, today was going to be a big day. After hurriedly getting dressed and washing my face I arrived in the kitchen to have my breath taken away, as it was most mornings. She turned to look at me with her sharp grey eyes. 
 `` what are you looking at'' she said around a moth full of toast. 
 `` erm, nooothin, hey you got any of that for me?'' 
 `` yeah here'' she said, fishing the bread out of the toaster `` it ’ s a bit on the crisp side'' 
 `` I'll live'' her response was a glare `` you know what I mean..'' 
 `` so what if I do'' she smiled wolfishly `` you need help with that?'' 
 `` yeah..'' my hands were shaking, I was so damn nervous, I couldn ’ t even put the bloody jelly on my toast. 
 `` hey look at me, look at me. You will be fine ok? I promise, just remember our deal and if he dose something rash I will be there ok? Got it? Good, now finish eating cause we gota go soon, my father hates tardiness.'' I hurriedly gobbled down my toast and drank all my tea in one fowl go. I still wasn ’ t feeling any better about the situation, I mean meeting your girlfriend's parents, or in this case parent, it ’ s a pretty nerve wracking event. The mom might coddle you and embarrass her daughter, and the dad will probably try to put the fear of death into you, but this, this was different, that fear was already there, the father is death. Now our deal was that I had to trust her, I had to trust that she would keep me alive, keep death from doing his thing. She told me that though his mind was still sharp as a tack, the years were taking their toll on his physical control over his powers, the result was a bit messy and some other visitors didn ’ t think he was such a great host after. She told me she could shield me, or at the very least stall the onslaught enough for me to get the hell out of dodge. I just needed to have absolute faith in her abilities, which I did, but she still found the need to make a pact, just in case. 
 
 With these thoughts racing through my head I must have looked like a zombie walking out the front door. The biting wind of the winter months brought me back. 
 `` you ready?'' 
 `` no'' 
 `` whelp to bad'' she said with that wolfish grin `` hang on!'' she wrapped an arm around my waist and I clutched at her, holding on for dear life. With one powerful stroke the wings that had sprouted from deaths back swept us into the sky. We hovered for a moment and I tried to keep my lemon zinger tea from zinging back up my throat. I probably would have screamed like a little girl but I didn ’ t have time. She aimed us to the south and off we went, speeding low over tree tops and houses. So off I went to meet my soon to be father in law, Death senior. 

