The Heart Stealer

Part 1

All rights to this fanfic are to the author of The Book Thief. A very beautiful book and now a movie as well.

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This fanfiction is put into death's perspective like the author did for Book Thief, death is simply the narrator, never described on what it looks like for it is death.

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And without further a due.... The Heart Stealer!

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Some people may wonder. If I do have joy for what I do. The answer, I still am not sure of. For I, do think of myself as both a hero, and a villain. I save people from suffering, and they thank me, but I also take loved ones. I am a cruel.... A cruel monster. Poor Liesel Meminger, I took her brother from her, and now I have taken mama, papa, and Rudy Steiner. She still has someone though, but that someone is gone out of her life. Oh yes, nobody knows her mother's story. You may think of her as a horrible woman, she has left her daughter behind and her son died in her care, but those are mistakes, big ones, but everyone makes mistakes, big or small. They just happen, nobody is perfect and nobody will ever be perfect, except when the big man sends down another one of his sons, I don't know why he doesn't ask me, I'd love to live as a human. It's be extraordinary, but I assume I must have to do my job, I mean who can replace death?

Anyways this story isn't about me, this isn't a story about Liesel, and this isn't a story about mother. This is a story about her daughter, Margarethe. Ahh yes, young Liesel lived to grow old, she moved on from Rudy and she lived an all along happy life, but she would never forget that day of the bombs. Let me introduce you to her, although she is sleeping peacefully in her bed, she will soon be awakened by a call. For I am taking her mother now, dearest Liesel. I see her now, the phone rang and she jerked from her sleep. She was waiting for it, everyone was, Liesel was very old. As I held her in my hands, waiting for her to warm in my palm, her daughter sat crying beside the bed. Along with two sons, and their grandchildren.

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The next morning, as I went on my rounds I decided to stop by her house. Margarethe stayed at the bed side. The other sons had gone, for they had a family to care for, but innocent Margarethe, only twenty-five years old had no one, no kids, no husband, no boyfriend, and as she thought, no one who seemed interest in her.

"Honey she's gone." Her father said in German.

"Go home." He finished.

She looked up at him, eyes streaked with tears. "Da." And then stood up and walked off.

As she walked down the quiet street a man bumped into her.

"Watch out you Sakruel." Liesel had taught her some of Mama's famous words.

"Es tut mir leid." He apologized.

She brushed her hair back and walked off.

"Warten!" He screeched running up behind her.

She turned slightly only to give him an eye roll, she had no interest in communicating right now, she just wanted to mourn her mother.

"What is your name?" He asked.

"Margarethe." She said. "Please just leave me alone." She said pushing away.

"Es tut mir leid." He said his eyes filled with sorrow.

He must have known of her mother's death.

"Da." She said and walked off.

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That man was Dieter Schmidt, and he would be back soon.