Author's Note:
I know guys, I know! I really should be working on my other stories, but I might not be finishing them all, it's been awhile since I wrote them and I don't have any inspiration for them…I'm not sure if I'll ever get around to getting them done.
I WILL try and get Demon Blood done though! I'm not sure exactly when I'll be updating since they've been giving me tons of hours lately and this is my first time to actually just sit down and write…..plus I don't want to spam stories either.
Anyway! Yes this story is M rated, my first one actually! It's rated this way for a future lemon, blood, language, and nudity. I'll leave a little warning in the A/N when the lemon takes place but you guys should be well old enough to be reading this right? (I hope so!)
Enough of my babbling! Onward! To the first chapter!
Death is just a fact of life, everyone will experience it at some point but the time and cause of death is purely out of their control most of the time…those freak accidents, the heart attacks, the illnesses, all of it is controlled by beings known as Reapers.
Brittany Miller is one of those beings, and she's currently on the trail of her next 'assignment', a middle-aged business man who frequents a hot-dog wagon way too often…heart attacks are quiet common these days and it's sad, she feels bad for these people…..most of the time.
If there's one thing that Brittany likes more than warm coffee on a cold morning it's killing people who deserve it, but Bruce Mitchel isn't one of those people, nope this poor sap is in for a gruesome death…way more bloody than a heart attack that's for sure.
Sipping the hot liquid from the cheap cup her baby-blue eyes sweep the sidewalk as people pass by quickly, trying to hurry along to their jobs and homes to avoid being out in the chilly fog that's blanketed across the city…the rune branded into her palm aches and her eyes are drawn to a man shuffling her way, overweight and tired he shambles up to the stand she's standing beside.
"What a shitty morning," Brittany mutters as she blows a wisp of warm air between her lips, letting the cool air chill her breath into a misty cloud before her eyes, the man grunts in agreement as he orders a coffee and hot dog.
"Kind of early for a hot dog," She raises an eyebrow as he turns to her with a shrug of his shoulders, gray-blue eyes dreary like the fog.
"Better than donuts, I got tired of those," He says paying for his meal he sips at his coffee and sighs, leaning against the cart, "What brings you to this cart? The coffee?"
"Need a pick-me-up ya know?"
"Yeah well I could think of better places for coffee," He juggles his food, drink, and briefcase in his large hands as he nods his head, "It was nice chatting but I've got a long day of work ahead of me,"
"Hey…..Bruce?"
The man pauses, lingering near the curb he glances at her with a guarded expression, eyebrows drawing together in a pinched expression as if he's trying to place her, "…..Yes?"
"You won't need to worry about work today," Brittany's eyes dart to the left as he turns in time to see the object of his demise, a heavy-duty garbage truck trying to avoid hitting a SUV, it swerves out of the way of traffic and flattens Bruce with ease.
He was once a man headed down the normal lane of existence, but he wasn't meant to make it to retirement, Brittany sips her coffee again and turns from the bright splash of red upon the road and sidewalk, sticking out like a beacon among the gray fog.
She makes her way down the sidewalk without any worry as people rush past her to inspect the scene that just unfolded behind her, sirens screech around her as cries of panic and horror echo around her like a broken record.
This isn't her first 'accidental death' and it defiantly won't be her last.
Though her main job is sending people to the Afterlife she also has another…..more complicated job, one that she didn't ever think she'd have to deal with, and it's harder than it looks.
Brittany studies the paper in her hand and looks up at the small apartment building squished between a parking garage and a gas station that looks like it's about one cockroach away from being shut down.
"Couldn't you find a better location? This one…smells," Brittany crumples the paper in her palm and lets it crumble into dust, the cool breeze carries away the bits of gray and leaves nothing behind but a name…burned into her mind.
"You asked for a lowlife who's committed a shit-ton of crimes and keeps getting away with it, this guy is the lowest of the low in town, Jeanette is home so you have to be quick," His voice is low, on the edge of morphing into a growl she can feel the heat radiating off him in waves as pale moonlight filters down through the thin wisps of clouds above them.
"You also should've told me you'd be antsy tonight," Brittany turns her attention to the munk beside her, his golden eyes glow like burning ambers as he gazes back at her, muzzle twisted and long his once rounded ears are sharp like a wolf's as his eyes flicker away from hers to train on the apartment building.
"I'm hungry,"
Brittany rolls her eyes, "You're always hungry, that's hardly an excuse…..let's go," Her eyes follow a car as it rolls past and disappears out of sight, she darts across the street before another car could show up and she barely hears his footsteps behind her.
Ducking behind some dying shrubs she crouches behind their dry branches, hidden away from the view of passing cars and employees working at the gas station she reaches up and pulls a small charm from the chain clasped around her neck.
It's her Scythe…..typical for reapers she didn't have time to change out her weapons, well she didn't really feel the need to, her blades cut clean and rarely draw blood, that's the benefit of being something otherworldly, you don't have to worry about leaving behind evidence.
A large shape presses in beside her, nearly crushing her with his bulk she curses under her breath, "You're lucky my weapon isn't full size yet! What the hell Alvin, couldn't hold off your shift for a little while longer?" She curses shoving the large wolf away as a low chuckle resounds in his chest.
"Ugh I swear…when Mom and Dad said I'd get a puppy this isn't what I expected, just wait here…I'll drop your meal out the window," She huffs moving across the lawn quickly, she glances over her shoulder to make sure he wasn't following and was relieved to find his bright eyes gazing at her from across the yard.
This kill will be far more satisfying than killing Bruce earlier, this man deserves everything that's coming to him, Brittany tries the front door and finds it unlocked…that takes some of the fun away from all this.
Slipping inside she closes the door softly behind her and locks it, her eyes sweep across the messy living room and she tires to ignore the stench of dirty laundry mixed with the scent of rotting food and…beer, a lot of beer.
Her target is passed out on the couch, drool and vomit are smeared across his cheek and she resists the urge to turn around and leave, this man killed four women? Really?
Brittany rubs the bridge of her nose as the charm in her hand begins to heat up as it expands and grows, the familiar hum of it's energy pulses along the shaft as the blade seems to hum with the power that rushes through her veins.
This is a feeling she'll always enjoy, the feeling of power over those who try and take power away…Walter murdered his girlfriend, stabbed her repeatedly because he found a love letter from a kid she was babysitting, he seemed to get a kick out of taking a life because only a month later his neighbor wound up missing and her body was found a few cities over.
The last two women were some visitors from out of town, they stopped at the gas station to get food and use the restroom and he took advantage of their basic human needs and ended up kidnapping them then murdering them in his apartment.
How he got away with it all is still a mystery to her…..but she had evidence…Alvin smelled their blood in this man's home, he smelled the fear, the anguish that soaked into the carpets as Walter took their lives.
Werewolves were the ultimate bloodhounds.
She looms over the sleeping man now, her eyes cold as ice as she imagines what horrible deeds he committed to women he didn't even know….she grabs his mop of greasy hair and yanks him off the couch, throwing him onto the coffee table she feels a brief glimmer of satisfaction as he wakes with a cry of pain as one of his beer bottles shatter and the glass pierces his skin.
"W-What the hell, who are you?!" His watery eyes meet hers as she steps up to him, grabbing hold of his shirt she lets him get a good look at her eyes…..and she watches as his face crumples into pure unbroken fear, tears trickle fast and steady down his cheeks as he lets out a frightened sob.
"O-oh god…..i-it's…"
"The girls who you killed…I am their rage, their fear, and I'm going to take your life for them. To ease their suffering and to quiet their broken voices in my head…..did you see them in my eyes?" Brittany pulls him closer, ignoring the rank odor of his breath her lips curl into a wide cruel smile as he squeezes his eyes shut and cries louder.
"Good, so you can see," Throwing him down she raises her scythe as he scrambles to his feet, she cuts him down before he manages to take a single step.
He falls in two halves…..her blade drinks the blood from his wound as she moves swiftly to his corpse, gripping his shirt she drags his torso over to the door and opens it before promptly kicking it out onto the concrete outside.
She turns to retrieve his legs and she drags them forward as two golden eyes flash in the darkness and the sound of bones crunching reaches her ears, dumping the rest of his body at the feet of the eating wolf she feels a rush of calmness…peace, rush through her as four restless souls finally escape, and fade.
Another soul makes itself known.
A rotten one that seeps into her blade, sharpening it and honing it's thirst for blood she steps out of the quiet apartment and shuts the door, letting Alvin finish his meal she makes sure there isn't any trace of his body before she turns back to the yard and heads to the road.
She might be a reaper, bound to taking the lives of those who are due to die…but she doesn't always have to follow the rules.
"Come on Alvin, we have to get home before Eleanor does,"