The Life of Death.

Part 4.

Knock Knock.

I got up still half asleep and ran a hand through my hair. "5:06 in the morning... Who the hell would be knocking on the door..?" I walked through the bedroom, then living room, than finally to the front door.

I slightly cracked it open and said with a slight grimace, "What do you want..?" My feet were ice cold, it felt goose bumps go up my arms and legs. "Our deal. It has been fulfilled." My father had said squeezing through the crack of the door. I fell back onto the floor with a slight grunt coming from my lips as I hit the ground. "Yo- You mean she can be immoral now, dad?.." I said scrambling to my feet with pleading eyes for the truth. I grabbled him by his cold shoulders that had clouds of a dark black around them that smelled of rotted corpses. "Please.. You cant joke about this with me father... You know this means a lot to me."

He brushed me off and laid his scythe on the wall next to the door, slowly closing it. "Son, you know im not a sick bastard like how your grandfather was. He still is but, besides that, you know im nothing like him." He patted my back and took off his hood revealing his ashy white face, his skin starting to peel off at his cheek bones. He handed me a glowing crystal bottle. I held my hands out and lightly grasped it from his fingers, tucking it into my palms. "How do I give it to her..?" I said leaning myself onto a wall. "You must put it into a drink of hers. It can be any liquid substance for her to drink. And you just have to put it all into the container. Every, last, drop." I gulped, " Every single last drop..?" "Yes. Now I must go son, she is awakening from your slumber, I wish you luck."

He picked up his scythe and slammed it onto the floor of Jude and I's home. His crows made a loud screech and made a small vortex around him, consuming him from his place where he stood, taking him back to the underworld.

Arms wrapped around my neck and a light kiss was placed onto my neck. "What was your dad doing here, eh?" Jude said as she walked around me teasingly poking my side with a sleepy smile. "Oh nothing, just checking up on me and my work. Nothing that different." I walked into the kitchen moving in beside her, removing her hands away from the coffee maker slightly chuckling. "Ill make you coffee today, its mother's day anyways. Correct?" Putting the coffee grounds into the machine and pouring hot water into it. She giggled and nodded. "You're so cute, ya know?" I said placing a finger under her chin lifting her lips to mine.

When the coffee finished, I poured it all into her cup. I put some water into the bottle and lightly shook it and poured it as well into her coffee, just to make sure it was all gone. I handed her the cup and watched her drink it. Im such a weirdo...

After she was done drinking it, she first turned pale... deathly pale.

Next, she stumbled slightly backward and stopped herself from falling and coughed up a large amount of her blood onto the table.

Finally, she fell to her knees groaning in pain, fell to her side and died on the floor.

But she didn't stay dead.

"What... What the hell did you do to me Leon?! You fuck-ass!" Jude said as she stood up from the ground and pushed me. I smiled. She cant leave me now... She can never be hurt again. I thought to myself.

Jude pointed her nose into the air of our home, sniffing at the air. "It smells like.. Wha- Cinnamon..?" She looked over at me sniffing up my neck. "You smell, delicious." She pulled me over to the couch and threw me down onto it. "I want you." She said starting to pull down my boxers.

Good god this woman just brings out the beast in me sometimes...