Title: He reeks of Death

By: FaenAki

Chapter Four: Pray to your neon God

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, and the cover picture.

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Drowning deep in my sea of loathing.
Broken your servant I kneel.

Will you give in to me?

It seems what's left of my human side, is slowly changing in me.

Will you give into me?

Looking at my own reflection, when it suddenyl changes.

Violently it changes.

There is no turning back now, you've woken up the demon in me.

He hated how he remembered things like it happened a few hours ago. Time really did take a toll on Death. Just flying past him, not taking him with to explore the wonders of aging, nor did it grant him to forget. He was timeless, he wasn't a being to be swept by time. No, it froze around him, as he came to greet people personally to take them on a new journey, time seemed to stand still.

He still remembers things that happened hours after the was born. It wasn't a hazy memory, it was clear as still water.

He took a deep breath, and sighed. The scent of fresh air, mixed with salt water lingered in the air. His finger tapping on his knee, trying to hold a smoke between his fingers while doing so, as he sat by the beach, his eyes were distant, trying to look into the horizon. He sighed multiple times, leaning his head to left and right.

He grunted massageing the bridge of his nose.

"Why did you kill him! He was my child! My only family!"

"Why did you take him from me! You bastard."

He still remembers how devistated she looked, how broken she was. Falling on her knees, sobbing her eyes out, small hiccups could be heared as she tried to breathe. How she gripped her hair with her fists, as if she was trying to pull her head off.

He gave a small smile, remembering the small happy moments he shared with the curly brown haired woman. It was hard for him to breathe lies through his lips, when she asked him why god took away her husband. Though, she didn't really know who he was either. But when he took away her only son, her family. She seemed to snap, accusing him for killing her son, pure murder. Even though he had taken the infant while he was a sleep. It didn't feel anything, it just, went to sleep.

He did question father, why he had to take an innocent child, simply to drive a woman into madness? Or did it have a deeper purpose? His father turned to him, light shining on Harrys face, as he was blinded by the light, he narrowed his eyes to look at his fathers face.

"Do not question. You are simply to take those, whos life lines are thin. " his face showing something similar to pure rage, Harry never questioned after that. It was simply his job, his existence to do so.

The Quileute tribe were having an good day, the weather held up. Light gray clouds covering the sky, but no rain nor thunder could be heard for miles. So why spend the Saturday lazying around inside the home, and go outside cliff diving?

Quil and Paul were on patrol deep in the woods, probably to be seen later at dinner.

Sam was walking first, taking big confident steps, looking around his surroundings. His arm resting on Emilys shoulder, as she carried a small basket with food with her. Trying to fasten her steps to keep up with Sam. Jared walking next to them, joking and giving small smiles, thinking of past good times. Embry listening to Jareds rants, giving smiles, and bumping to Jared to shut him up when he remembered embarrassing memories and decided to share them.

Seth and Jacob were talking to themselves, daring each other who would jump first. Leah wasn't in the best mood, she felt as if she had been forced to come along with the guys. Standing far back as they walked through the beach as if they owned the place. Few times, sending hateful glares towards Emily.

Even though Leah was walking far back, she was the first one to notice a different smell, that stood out from the normal sea water and fresh air. The smell cut the air like a paper cut. The smell wasn't all that bad, smelling like burning ember. A hint of tobacco lingered mixed in the scent.

Though she was the first to notice the smell, Sam, was the first one to see.

There was a teen with black hair, laying on the sand. Wearing black army pants and a gray t-shirt. The tattoo on his left arm standing out brightly on his pale skin. The waves hitting shore, brushed on his legs, his pants under his knees, hanging tightly around his limbs. He wore no shoes, and no shoes were placed next to him. At first sight, you would probably think he had stranded on the beach. Though a tobacco rested between his lips, he had closed his eyes, as if he was listening to the waves.

Sam stopped, he glared at the teen, sniffing the air, noticing the small change in the air. Something told him, to back off, and leave this person alone. The others noticed that Sam had stopped, and looked around for the cause.

"Oi!" Seth hollered, causing Sam to snap.

"Shut up, we should leave him alone." he said.

Seth pouted, "But he could be in trouble, I'll go check him out." and that he did.

Harry opened his eyes, when he heard footsteps approaching him. He looked up to the side to see a boy running up to him, a group of people standing on their guard a few steps behind. Sighing he sat up. This had to be the Quileute tribe.

"Are you ok?" the boy asked, his eyes filled with concern.

Harry brushed the hair on the back of his head, trying to get the small bits of sand out.

He mumbled something within the lines.

"Are you sure you're ok?" the boy asked, slightly panicing as Harry stood up and brushed the sand away from his pants.

"Yea, I'm ok." Harry managed to say.

Seth sighed with relief. "That's good, I'm Seth by the way" he said reaching his hand out to greet the stranger.

Harry eyed the hand for a while, before reaching his hand out to give a small shake. "I'm Harry."

The others in the background seemed to sigh in relief, only one seemed a bit vary as they approached. Seth turned around and gave a big smile. "Everyone this is Harry!"

Leah seemed slightly irritated "Only an idiot sleeps by the shore. Doesn't the cold water bother you at all?"

Harry laughed it off, not anwsering at all. Holding a smug look on his face.

Seth mumbling something about his sister Leah being a bit anti-social.

He looked through the group of people. Noting the scars on one of the womens face. Emily seemed shocked, when Harry didn't say anything, nor did he seem bothered by the scar, only gave her a small smile of understanding.

Sam, who noticed Harry eyeing his woman, grinted his teeth. "I'm San Uley, this is my fiancée Emily." Emily giving Harry a bright smile, already liking him.

"Hi, I'm Harry" he said casually, a bit sarcastic even. Sams eye seemed to twitch.

Harrys eyes stopped at Jacob, ignoring Jared and Embry.

"Well, you must be Jacob Black, aren't you?" Harry said. Jacob seemed to be taken a back, that a stranger he only met, knew him. But so did the others.

"Excuse me?"

"You have grown since the last time I saw you." Harry said. "Though I must confess it was quite a long time ago."

Harry had officially lost Jacob, Jacob not making any sense of what the teen was talking about.

"I must ask you, how is Billy?" Harry asked in curiousity. "I hope he's doing well."

Jacob still abit confused anwsered. "Yea, he's doing fine actually. Been helping him around."

"Well that is nice of you." Harry smiled. "How are your sisters?" he asked, already knowing the anwser.

"Moved away as soon as possible."

Harry only nodded, not commenting on it. "Maybe I should go pay a visit on Billy, for old times sake."

Jared eyed Harry suspiciously."Old times sake? You have grown since the last time I saw you? Just how old are you then? You look like you're 17!"

"Oh, do I really look that young, thank you. That is the nicest thing someone has said to me." Harry smiled smugly.

Embry frowned. "You're not human are you?"

"Did you notice that only now?" Sam asked Embry, didn't the others smell the smell of burning ember? It didn't smell human, but, it didn't smell bad at all, like the overly sweet scented vampires.

"Oh, no, I'm not." Harry grinned. "But you're not human either."

The others tensed. "Yea, we'll take you to Billy, I suppose."

Billy wheeled around in his wheel chair, trying to grab a jar from the high shelf. He felt something press against his back, and saw a pale arm reaching for the small shelf, and taking the jar down, giving it to Billy. Or more like, holding it in front of his nose. Billy took the jar, placing it on his lap, and turned around, only to meet someone who he hadn't seen in a long time.

The boys standing in the background, eyeing suspiciously.

"You didn't come to take me huh?" Billy asked, seeing Harry in such casual clothes.

"Can't I come and greet a friend?" he asked.

Billy had met Harry when the car accident had accured. His wife sitting next to him, as he drove the car, Jacob, Rachel and Rebecca sitting on the back seat. Billy still remember how time seemed to slow when to slow when the other car accross them, had hit them full force. How the windsheild broke, glass flying around them in slowmotion. He remembered as if he was looking around, seeing his wife Sarah in still motion, her mouth open as if she was screaming. The children on the back seat crying, bawling their eyes out. Jacob was 9 years old at the time.
He remembered how the whiplash felt, when their bodies were pushed forwards and then thrown backwards. How he let the steeringwheel, and the car seemed to fly to the side.

He still remembers how he crawled out of the car, coughing. How he dragged the kids out of the car. Hearing how his wife was whispering in painful moans, her head was smashed to the window next to her, a deep cut on the side of her fore head. Gasping for air. She looked as if she was in pain, she was suffering. That's when Harry had come in, Billy couldn't quite remember, when Harry had appeared, was it before the accident, or when he crawled out of the car. But he remembers, that he had stood out, from the accident. No one else, was standing next to the empty road, except the other car, whos driver had died instantly. But Harry had stood out, standing in a black cloack. Even Harry remembered how Billy had begged Harry to end his wife suffering, knowing she wouldn't survive this.

His daughters had left the house as soon as they were of age, still flumming over their mothers death. Even though Jacob had been 9 years old that time, he either had lost a memory, or not seen Harry.

"Hi Harry, long time no see." Billy smiled, he didn't blame Harry of what had happened, not that he was happy, that he had lost his wife, but he had ended her suffering, knowing she would die either in pain on the way to the hospital, or die peacefully. He couldn't blame Harry for his existance, he was needed.

"It really has." Harry admitted.

Billy talked about his life, how the last few years had been, even asking Harry how he had been, not expecting anything really detailed. Harry sighed at last, rubbing his scalp saying he needed to go, because someone was causing yet again trouble. Billy nodded, feeling slight pitty towards Death, not even Death could take a small rest from his job apparently.

Jacob opened the door, asking if Harry needed a lift home. Harry only waving his hand with a small smile on his face.

Billy called Jacob out to ask him something, and when Jacobs head turned back, to insist he could give Harry a lift, he was already gone.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, sat in his dark room, companied by small lights that burned in his small study. A bloodied knife laying still on his table. He had grown tired, and would try once again, to talk sense with him. The light in his eyes had grown dim through the ages, his long silver like hair, already reached his feet, dragging it behind him as he walked around the room, only stopping when he heard a voice.

"So, you make my reapers your personal mail boys nowdays?" a deep voice called out from a dark corner.

Albus smiled. "Please hear my plead."

Harry stepped out from the corner of the room, a glint of entertainment could be found dancing in his eyes, as he jumped up to sit on Albus table.

"Listening." he said sarcastically.

Albus frowned. "I know what I did was stupid, I know what you said to me. But please! I regret it! I do not wish to see my friends die anymore! I've grown tired of this! I wish I hadn't been that careless! Seeking a seat next to the God himself! But please! Please let me just -"

Harry's face was still, blank as a white sheet of paper. "I told you Albus. I warned you, that if you find a way to become immortal, you will regret it. I will not accept your offers."

Albus seemed saddened. "I will not let you die. You were so facinated by your neon God, blinded by your own greed. And now when you succeeded, and noticed the truth, I will not open the gates of freedom for you anymore."

"You have gone against me once and for all. Why would I grant you something you cannot reach anymore?"

Albus seemed to grow angrier. "It's not my fault! It's your fault! It's your fault!" he shouted.

"Is it really?" he asked in a bored tone.

"I promise you! I will find away! And if I don't, I will make sure I'll get rid of you!"

I can see inside you, the sickness is rising.

Don't try to deny what you feel.

Will you give in to me?

It seems that all that was good has died, and is decaying in me.

Will you give in to me?

You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness.

Madness is the gift, that has been given to me.

Hi once again...yey.

Neon God = Fake God, a fake belief you think is real. Like addiction. If I remember correctly it comes from the neon lights from whore houses and strip clubs, that were sometimes called "The house of god" for men who spent days and nights in these kinds of places. I do not mean that Albus is in any way addicted to these said whore houses, no he was addicted into the thought of becoming immortal, and that belief to sit next to "God himself" because he deemed himself worthy so was his "Neon God".

The song is Disturbed – Down with the sickness. I found it fitting into this chapter.

So yea the poll, I gave it some thought, and I am not 100% sure if I'll make a sexual relationship in this story. If I make a pair, it will most likely be like a sibling-like relationship. Though, there will be other pairings, and if you want I can write some lemon scenes, though...

Anyway, holy smokes... 102 reviews from last chapter? You know this is my second fanfiction written. The pressure, knowing I will not please everyone, but anyway.

The Poll. The list of pairings took up three papers, because of PMs, reviews etc. So I will only put the seven "winning".

Harry x Jasper – 19

Dom! Harry – 18

Harry x Leah – 16

Harry x Seth – 12

No pair – 8

Harry x Marcus – 6

Harry x Felix x Demetri – 5

((Bonus? Kill Bella – 2))

Don't know where that bonus came from, but thank you for your options, it will not be dead set, if this will be a sexual relationship, most likely a sibling like...after some serious thinking.

But I am very pleased to hear, and will always have an ear open for thoughts, and ideas.

Reviews:

Because there was 102 reviews, I will anwser a few, I deem important, do not worry if your review wasn't anwsered, your thoughts mean alot to me, and I will try to anwser back through PMs.

StarlightShivers: Humours... damn i didn't know my humor is is witty and funny. I am happy to hear that you like to read this. Yes, I understand that the 2-3 chapter may be a bit... meh but it was needed to be done.

Thank you for liking my username. Well, Aki comes from japanese 'autumn', while Faen, comes from old viking norse, and stands for 'bastard'. Put together, it's kinda like "The bastard of Autumn" I am very close to norse religion, my family being from an old Viking clan. Even have a norse tattoo on my shoulder, of Valkyries symbol (Angel of death, observer of life)... so yeah.

No signs of Life: He has his dignity, and pride. He is a prideful creature, though he may question his actions sometime, even though he tries to keep his emotions away from his job. Go against him, he is unforgiving. He can be a bit laid back, not caring, thus the boxers.

NewBlueTrue: Amusing... damn I find my humor quite dark and non-existent. And knowing the Cullens, they will probably try something sooner or later.

Futago no Akuma Shimai: Thank you, I am really happy that you adore him. And I'm happy you find this interesting, and I hope I will be able to continue to write it...even more interesting? And it's ok to ramble.

Shafowsmage: Yup yup, I think so. Jasper of all people should have felt Harry.