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Remington sighed loudly, her eyes shut tightly in hope that the man before her would disappear. Her eyes flashed open, the navy darkening in anger when they landed on a familiar- and smug- face.

"What do you want?" Her lip pulled up slightly, flashing her teeth in a feral snarl at the lanky man. He scratched at his beard, a small smile tugging at overly thin lips, as he gestured to the onyx paper resting on her desk. The small slip fluttered slightly in the breeze from her ceiling fan, teasing her.

"You wouldn't believe where the job is." He chuckled and Remy closed her eyes again, dread building in her stomach. The embossed golden letters stared back at her when she finally looked down. Inwardly, Remy wanted to scream. To cuss and wail in anger at the man who called himself her boss.

"I haven't been in the field in years." She snarled. The man's eyes, a dark grey that reminded her of dirty dishwater, twinkled with sadistic glee.

"You knew the day was coming. You're responsible for him." He melted away, the grey of his suit dissolving into the marble floor.

"I hate it when he does that." She grumbled, "It always leaves a stain." She sighed loudly picking up the black ticket as she pulled on her navy peacoat. Her heeled boots clicked against the cool marble flooring of the building as she headed towards a single, golden elevator. She hummed impatiently, twirling a single, electric blue strand of hair around her finger as the elevator neared her floor.

When the doors opened she was greeted by a deep, baritone voice that seemed to travel through her bones, shaking her entire being. "Remington. Just the girl I was looking for." Her boss stared down at her with empty eyes.

"Castor gave you the ticket I assume?" He questioned as she stepped onto the elevator with him, pressing the first of the hundreds of golden buttons on the panel.

"Yes. He did. Why are you sending me back. I haven't been a field agent in years." She kept her balled fists stuffed in her jacket pocket, easily hiding the anger that wanted to leak into her voice.

"It will be your last assignment. After this collection I want your letter of resignation and your badge." He brushed imaginary dust of his midnight suit, long, skeletal fingers sweeping over the lapels gently.

Remy couldn't speak. Her throat suddenly seemed to be as dry as a desert, but her eyes held more than enough moisture for both. "I'm your best agent. I was the best-"

"Yes, was the best." He stressed, voice dry and dull, but his face held a look of sinister delight. "I won't be seeing you again Remington."

The doors dinged open at precisely that moment, allowing the towering man to exit without a word, leaving Remy in a stunned silence. Clouds floated above her, the blue sky appearing a lot less beautiful when the full severity of her situation dawned on her. The dark ticket fluttered in the wind, the golden lettering shining in the early morning light.

Her eyes traced over the large curling script with unrestrained anger. "This is your fault." She seethed.

'Peter Hale'

-Beacon Hills

That was all that was printed on the small slip, but the name was as familiar to her as her own face, for Remy had cursed it from the day she met the blue eyed man to whom it belonged. He had escaped her- ruined her life- and now she had to make a final collection.

Despite the fact she knew her career and existence would end after her second meeting with Peter Hale, Remy found a bitter smile tugging at her lips. She would not be the only one to go tonight, and in that she found a sick, twisted sense of satisfaction.

Remy appeared within in a large clearing. People were scattered around and a large house, one that she easily recognized, sat, burnt to a crisp. The sadly familiar smell of burning flesh filled her nose as navy eyes took in the charred body of Peter Hale. She neared his body, invisible to the others, but the blue eyed man could not take his eyes off hers.

He remembered her from the night he lost everything that had mattered to him. Peter could still remember the sad look that her dark eyes held as her hair surrounded her like a neon halo. Now, he saw something else in her eyes. Guilt. Anger. Glee. They seemed to wage a battle across her angelic features.

Peter Hale was no idiot. He knew the blue haired beauty was anything but an angel. "Here to take me away?" He choked out before he watched as his nephew walked through the girl, his eyes glowing with something else entirely. Hunger. Derek Hale wanted power and Peter was the perfect one to give it to him.

"Go ahead. I can smell it on you." Derek didn't hesitate, his clawed fingers ripping away at the flesh of his uncle's throat. Peter felt the pain. It was sharp and hot, making his body jerk with the intensity of the sensation. Remington wasted no time in kneeling next to him, her lips turned down in a frown.

"It seems your time is finally up, Peter." She placed a single kiss on his lips a whitened mist spilling from her lips into his. As she drew away, Peter's body stilled and only Remy could see the soul pealing away from his burnt body. She watched as the glowing wisp continued on its destined path skyward before it stopped and began to quiver. Her brows, the same electric blue as her hair, drew down low over her eyes as confusion set it.

"That's not right." She muttered. Wide eyes watched in horror as the soul changed its path, zipping towards the town at a speed she would not be able to follow. Desperation set in. She had, for the second time in her life, failed at a collection. Remy knew that no matter what, she had to collect the soul of Peter Hale.