My Sister's Soul

by Lightning Haruno

Grell has always been a Reaper with flair. Everyone knows that. But what happens when he has to reap the soul. Of his own sister. Especially if there is a certain butler involved.

-Grell P.O.V-

This sucks! I glare at the ground as I trudge along the dusty streets of London. I could be flirting with Will back in the office but NO. I have to collect a meagre soul. Sure, I do like my job. But, I had the whole day planned! Oh well... might as well check whose soul it is I will be reaping. I open the sleek red book and turn to the correct page. No...It can't be... I let the book fall to the ground;

Name: Willow Sutcliffe

Age: Thirteen

Cause of death: Stabbed through chest by demon.

Time of death: 4:00 on the 2nd of July.

This cannot be happening...

I have to reap my sister's soul.

-Willow P.O.V-

I can't help but laugh as the school bell rings. Finally, the end of a bothersome Tuesday! I snatch up my bag and chase my best friend Callum out of school. We walk home together until we reach the fork in the road. "Bye Callum!" I murmur.

"Well bye," Callum replies joyfully. We hug and then I turn of and skip off down my street. I then swiftly whip out by Blackberry. It's only 3:58. Wow, that was quick! I glance up from my phone and spot a shady looking man. I ignore him and walk right past him. "Miss stop!" He exclaims. I turn, and gasp. He is tall with raven-black hair and eyes of the deepest crimson. "W-who are you?" I mutter. "My name is Sebastian Mitchellis, and I am here to devour your soul. That's all I need to hear before I start running. I can hear him pursuing me, damn! But it's only a few houses until my home. However, he is catching up quickly. My foot catches on a crooked concrete slab and I go crashing to the ground. I scuttle backwards away from Sebastian, who has a knife in his grasp. All I can do is scream as the knife strikes me.

-Grell P.O.V-

I pick up speed as I hear the scream; I hope I'm not too late. My eyes widen in horror when I see my dear Sebby stab my sister. An inhumane growl escapes me as I charge at Sebastian with my Death Scythe raised. I grin manically as he is painted the lovely crimson of his own blood. Now... I glance at my sister. She is definitely dead, however. Sebby didn't seem to have time to devour her soul, so it's still there. I then raise my Scythe over my head and bring it down forcefully.

I grin as blood splats my face; I will have to speak to Will about making her a reaper.