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He yelped as someone grabbed the neckline of his jacket, and pulled his head down onto their lips. His eyes widened, but shut as he recognised it was Cassie. He slipped his hands around her waist, and kissed her back, passionately.

She pulled back, as she ran out of breath and grinned at him.

"We're alive. We're alive. We're alive." She repeated as if she couldn't believe it. Death kissed her forehead, smiling. He felt her tighten her arms around him as he muttered.

"I know, sweetheart. I know."


"Where are you going to go?" Cassie shrugged at Stiles as she lied on her bed, legs crossed. The teenager sat opposite of her and stared at her.

She honestly had no clue. Death was supposed be taking her all over the world to help her learn her duties. Now that she had accepted the role of the Mistress of Death, she had to help Death, watch over the passing, stop those who are murdering people whose time hasn't arrived yet and just kill serial killers.

"I have no idea. I'm supposed to be the Mistress of Death now and have to do things," she threw herself on the bed, groaning. He chuckled.

"Maybe it won't be that bad."

Cassie shrugged, staring at the ceiling. She had put an illusion on it a few days back. Now the plain white ceiling looked like the beautiful night sky. She felt the bed move, as Stiles lied next to her.

"You will come back, won't you?"

She shrugged again.

"Do you know anything?"

Cassie chuckled, and got off the bed. Someone had stepped inside the wards, a banshee. Lydia. She had put up the wards again after making it home again.

"Nope. Now c'mon. Lydia's here."

Stiles sighed but followed her as she made her way down the stairs. She calmly walked through the halls to the door, and opened it.

Lydia stood behind it, with her hand up as she would knock on the door. She breathed out, befuddled, "You're leaving?"

Cassie softly smiled at her, "Yeah."

The banshee stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around her. The other woman tightly hugged her back. Tears started to flow down both of their cheeks.

Cassie pulled back, sniffling and smiled at her. She gestured behind her and at Stiles who was peeking over her shoulder.

"C'mon, let me introduce you to Dee."

She pulled the younger girl behind her as she walked to the living room where Death was supposed to be. Stiles followed them.

Lydia stammered, "What, Dee? Cassie?"

They stopped at a doorway. A man about their age was packing something up into a suitcase. The immortal woman called out.

"Death?"

He raised his head, and smiled at the group. Cassie walked over to him, and pecked him on the lips. She looked back at them with his arm around her waist.

"Lydia, meet my boyfriend?" Cassie looked at Death, unsure of the term was right for them. The man shrugged.

"Okay, sure. My boyfriend."

Lydia stifled a gasp. So, her friend was dating Death. No big deal. She grinned at them, "Congratulations."

Stiles however spluttered next to her, "Boyfriend?" However he sighed, seeing the couple's face expressions which showed only happiness. They were clearly happy together.

"Okay, sure why not. My best friend is a werewolf, the other a werewolf hunter, third a banshee and now one has Death as her boyfriend. Why not?" The group laughed at his exaggeration with even Stiles himself grinning.

As the laughter died, Lydia asked with a frown on her face.

"When are you leaving?"

Cassie bit her lip, and looked at Death. He nodded with a sad smile. She looked back at her apologetically, "Now."

Stiles' and Lydia's eyes grew large. The banshee's eyes though shone in realisation.

"We're the only ones who know, aren't we." It wasn't a question. Cassie nodded with a soft smile.

"Yeah, you are."

Sad silence filled the air. All of them knew though Death and Cassie would return. They just would.

The banshee and the human saw the deity lean down and mutter something into her ear with a soft smile. The woman looked up at him, shocked and teary-eyed but nodded. The others just knew it. The couple was leaving.

Death twirled a finger, and the two suitcases he had packed shrunk. They flew to his hand, and he pocketed them in the pocket of his jacket. He gently tugged the hand of Cassie.

"C'mon. It's time."

She swallowed a surfacing sob, but nodded. They started to walk out of the living room and through the house. Lydia and Stiles followed them quietly, seeing the tears flow down her cheek. The banshee grabbed his hand, feeling the despair overflow her as well. Stiles sadly smiled at her. He had noticed she was also starting to sob.

They passed Death and Cassie at the house's entrance. She had frozen in shock, finally realising the situation. She was wrapped in a hug by him.

Stiles and Lydia stepped back from the house, outside. They watched her lock the door, and slowly make her way to them. She sadly smiled at them through her tears, "I guess this is goodbye."

Lydia broke down, and threw herself at her. She sobbed into her shoulder. The other girl wept, feeling her friend shaking in her embrace.

She pulled back, as they calmed down a bit. Sniffling, Cassie placed her hands on the sides of the banshee's eyes and gazed into her eyes, "Don't fear your powers. Remember that. Don't fear them."

Swallowing, Lydia nodded before hugging Cassie again.

Meanwhile Stiles had gripped Death's hand. He solemnly said, "Take care of her would you?" The deity nodded, "I will."

Stiles smiled, seeing the truth in his words. He suddenly yelped as a pair of arms wrapped around him. Smiling, he recognised them. Cassie. He hugged her back.

"Don't forget Lydia. Help her with her powers. Don't forget her," the young woman whispered into his ear.

"I won't," he muttered, softly smiling.

Cassie pulled back, and stepped into the embrace of Death. The two sadly smiled at Lydia and Stiles who had wrapped a hand around the banshee's waist for comfort.

The latter spoke up, "I guess this is it."

The couple nodded. Cassie smiled at them through the tears which started to flow down her cheeks again, "I'll see you again someday."

She glanced up at Death who sadly smiled at her. They looked at them with smiles on their faces before he snapped his fingers. A cloud of dark mist engulfed them but their smiles shone through the dark.

Stiles smiled at the disappearing figures of Death and Cassie with Lydia by his side. He blinked, as she spoke up.

"They're a strange couple, aren't they." The sentence sparked something in his head.

"She's a strange one, isn't she?" Stiles blinked when Lydia showed up next to him. He strangely enough found himself agreeing.

"Yeah, she is." He breathed out as they watched Ellie drive out of the parking lot.

He softly smiled.

"Yes, they are."


A/N So... It's the end. If you want to know, I didn't cry writing it. My friends say I'm kinda emotionless. Anyway, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed. Everyone who favourited. Everyone who followed. Everyone who added my story to a community. You've won a special piece in my heart. I understand every author says this, but I truly do. I love you all.

Anyway, the sequel should be up by now. Anyone who voted for a HP/Avengers crossover, congratulations! I did it. It's called 'The Deathly Shield' because reasons. You will know when you go and read it. So, you should.

See you there.