Deathly date.
Lisa could feel the Grim Reaper's eyes on her the whole time. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat and forced herself to stomach the plate of bacon before her.
"After this, I want you to follow me to my place."
She jerked her head up rapidly, a fearful look crossing her eyes. "Uh...what?"
"You heard me," was Death's cool reply as he leaned back against his seat.
"But...that isn't our agreement. It was meant to be a date only."
Lisa was right. This arrangement was just an agreement. It happened two days ago when she walked in on Death trying to take the soul of her sick old mother. In an attempt to keep her mother alive, Death offered a deal--A date in exchange for her mother's life for a year.
Now, he was trying to take things further? No way. She didn't trust this man. There was no way she'll follow him.
"I--"
He held his hand up. "Before you answer, I want you to know I have a reputation of exterminating those who are stubborn." He fingered the scythe in his hands for added effect. "So? What will it be? Will you come home with me after this?"
"Yes." Lisa said, making a mental note to carry weapon on her way there, however useless it may be.