Kerana
She turned to the matter at hand, Alec. "Alec, I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner." With fear and doubt aside she closed her eyes kissed him on the lips, breathing air into him, remembering his life and how much she wanted to see him again. She knew she didn't have to kiss him but Alec was special to her and she did not want to loose him. She would be devastated if this didn't work.
Alec lay dead while the breath of air was given to him. It took some time, as most things do, before her breath of life restarted his lungs, then his heart, and finally his brain.
His eyes snapped open, and he gasped for air like he had been drowing. Only the gasping didn't stop. His hands gripped the mattress and sheets as he seemed to choke for a moment. The pain was immense, but there was something else too. Something dark.
His pallor became even more pale than it was before. In a few seconds, he was as white as the sheets he lay on. The dried tear streaks on his cheeks seemed to burn him as two black lines ran from his jaw to his eyes. His iris' became an icy blue, and from them his sclera turned the same pitch black as his hair and the marks on his face.
He finally exhaled and fell back onto the bed, exhausted and confused. But once his eyes fell on Kerana, the confusion was gone.
He smiled weakly and wheezed, "Kerana."
Then the look of confusion returned when he saw her appearance. He chuckled and coughed, "I like what you did with your hair."
From above his bed, the business end of a blade appears from nowhere and tore downward. It stopped just shy of the headboard and retracted from whence it came. A tear opened from the path of the blade, blowing a heavy and dark wind from the other side.
An aged, white hand grasped the edge of the rift to help pull the thing it belonged to into the recovery room. The thing was covered in a writhing black cloak that hid all but it's hands.
The hood turned toward Kerana. From within it's midnight abyss came a wretched and deep voice.
"Hiccen vermin." he gurgled. The hand that wasn't holding the rift reached out for Kerana. As it did the skin, muscles, and vasculature pulled back until only the bones were left.
"No one takes what belongs to Death!"