I watched the human lying on the bed watching me with wide eyes in fear. I sighed looking at my watch. I had more people to see. I waited straight faced as the human took one final gasp of breath and their beating heart stopped altogether. I placed my hand over their chest and took the soul that was rising into my body feeling the slight rejuvenation. I took a deep breath exhaling through my nose. I turned around leaving the body on the bed jumping out of the window my black cloak hiding my figure in the night landing on the ground with a light thud. Who was next tonight? I walked through the streets getting the odd stares from the occasional passerby in the late hours of the night.

So as you may be wondering, what the hell was going on? I often wondered that myself. I guess I should probably start with the broad idea of what I am and what I did. In a word I was death. I don't know what idiot started preaching heaven or hell, purgatory, or any form of reincarnation. I'm here to squash all those theories and in effect possibly ruining your hopes, but hey I don't care, I could do whatever the hell I wanted whether that be taking your last breath and taking it as my own or allowing you an extended life. That's right I was cold and heartless and emotionless but what are you going to do, kill me? I feed off the souls of the dead. They give me life and they give me eternity, sort of.

At a young age I promised myself to become a hand of death. Of course at the age of 8 when a strange man promises you everything you could ever want and immortality, you take it not fully understanding the consequences. I was 'killed' in at the age of 18. When I re-awoke that same man I had met when I was 8 had revived me and changed me into one of many deaths. I've been wandering the Earth in solitude slowly losing a piece of my humanity with every soul I take.

I took a deep breath smelling death nearby. I hummed walking into a hospital taking another breath. Death was everywhere in here, but I only had one scheduled for today. I took the elevator to the 14th floor getting off and walking towards room 1457. I walked into the dark room once no one was looking and sat down on the chair watching the young woman twitch in her sleep, not long now.

Back to my life, while it seemed my life wasn't hard it was wearing at first. I was young, new, and scared. The first time I took someone's soul I nearly passed out. It's been a long time since then though. Now I don't feel anything anymore. It's easier just to shut out my feelings and not feel for those around me, it was too wearing on my body.

The door slowly creaked open and I jumped up stepping into a closet as a man and a little child came into the room with puffy eyes. I cocked my head to the side watching them approach the woman. The child laid down in the bed holding onto the hand of the woman.

"Daddy why won't mommy wake up?" I nodded slightly. The father stepped forward wiping away a few tears.

"Because sweetie mommy's very tired. Remember we talked about this. God needs mommy to be an angel up in heaven with him and your baby sister." I rolled my eyes. Please, feed the child lies. Her mother was dying and there was nothing after death. The child began crying silently as the father pried the child off the woman hugging her tightly. He kissed his wife on her forehead gently before turning to walk back out of the room. I waited as he closed the door allowing me to walk back out into the room taking my seat back in the corner of the room. I grabbed her file flipping through it.

"Lost 2nd child in birth. Contracted brain tumor. In and out for the past 3 months. Coma. Chances of survival 19%." I muttered tipping my head back and forth. I huffed. Kids always got me. Never adults, just children. I suppose it was because I was a child when my life was taken away and my parents never gave a second thought to my odd story.

I stood up from the chair dropping the file down into the table. I grabbed the woman's hand in mine and closed my eyes taking a deep breath pushing it into the woman. Her heart rate began to accelerate and her pule increased dramatically. The tumor was being sucked out of her head and soon the scent of death was next being pulled out of her. I dropped her hand stepping back as her eyes fluttered open. She gasped slightly looking around finally settling her eyes on me. I hummed. "You've been touched by an angel. Consider it a blessing. Value your life that you have now because you will not be given a second chance." I whispered. She quivered in fear nodding her head frantically. She blinked her eyes and that fast I was gone outside her window. The child and husband came running back into the room with a few doctors hugging her tightly as the doctors pondered her condition looking at her file. I sighed dropping down to the ground. I've done my good deed for the year.

I kept walking down the street. Where'd I leave off? Oh yeah emotionless. I was trained to be able to defend myself in any situation and feel no pain or guilt with the lives I took. Now when it came to having a problem with the souls I took, there was only one kind of soul that truly pissed me off, vampires. Those God damn things never died. I couldn't take the soul of the supernatural unless they were killed by a supernatural being. In cases, rare cases, where a vampire, werewolf, or witch per se was killed it was the sweetest and most self-fulfilling thing death can ever taste. It was as though it was a human running off of ecstasy. Nothing was better. However with these stubborn souls they tended to fight back at times near the end, requiring the training. I've gotten a few scars from those damn things, stupid vampires.

Someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me into an alley pushing me up against a wall. I lifted an eyebrow keeping a straight face looking back at the man who had a knife to my throat. Well he was going to be disappointed when he slit my throat and nothing happened.

"You'd better give me everything you have baby or you'll regret it." I placed my hand on his chest and his eyes rolled back into his head falling backwards hitting the ground with a thud. I dusted off my cloak straightening myself out walking back onto the sidewalk. He didn't need to live anyway. Well who was next on my list?