(( Fantasy, Haunted House, The embodiment of Death itself (however it is in that AU))


The haunted house was a place where many beings came on a regular basis. Some were of the human world, others existed in another world entirely.

They would come. Sometimes they talked, other times they fought. Both for different reasons. It mattered not to her, only who the loser was. The one's who didn't walk back out.

No one could see her. Only if she willed it could they detect her presence. Most of the time she kept hidden, waiting to take the fallen.

Most times, it would be a human. Hunters, they liked to call themselves. They were interesting creatures, wielding strange weapons and living short lives.
Today it was a little different. A fallen hunter laid dead on the ground. She could see the tendrils of fear still left. Some emanating from the tablet lying nearby, and from the human itself. A interesting sign. She knew the weapons feasted of the human fear. But there was still more. A sign there was still life to be exploited. Or FEAR in this case.

It was always interesting to extract FEAR form these humans. How the FEAR from both the human and weapon were extracted, merging together to create something new. She watched this new being materialize. A ghost this time, long clawed hands and feathers growing on it's arm, long hair flowing of it's own accord.

Confusion fluttered across it's brow, staring at her in her long black robes, face hidden beneath a hood She said no words, only a gesture to follow. She would lead her back to halloween.