Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Black Butler, however, Briar is mine, all mine!

The clock on the wall ticked by as I stared at the one spot of paint that had chipped away. The sound was a constant reminder that time itself was not on my side. How many days, weeks or months did I have left? Hell. Did I even have that? I really don't know. I've walked on this earth for twenty-six years. Growing and learning, I think. Sometimes I feel like I'm not learning from my past. Because of this, I feel my path changing. Light shined so brightly in me when I was younger ya know. Call it naiveté but back then I always tried to see the good in people. I was constantly proven wrong and as a result my bright light is being slowly suffocated by the darkness.

Some people say that for each soul, Heaven and Hell go to war for it. For me the war goes deeper then that. The war determines what I will become. An angel of the most high or a demon of the fallen one. From how I 've been feeling I can say that the latter is winning. My thoughts have become overwhelming as I stray from the light. How much longer will I be tormented?

Beep, beep, beep…. Beep, beep, beep,

The most annoying sound is going off at five o'clock in the morning. It's at this time that my mind decides to reflect on all the mistakes I made that landed me in this crappy predicament. Trusting the lying recruiter (I won't curse her, I won't curse her), joining in the first place, getting a degree in early childhood (little monsters), and did I mention joining? Freaking terrible idea. Now, as a result of those choices I must get out of my warm bed. How annoying and depressing.

Dressed in my uniform I make my way down the stairs, the handle of my rolling bag in one hand, this week's trash in the other hand and my back pack which I haphazardly secured is attached to my back.

"Hi Bestie! You ready to post?"

I haven't even buckled my seat belt yet. Sigh

"Good Morning Grell. I'm all packed and heading for the building now. As you can see because I'm in the car."

"Oh that's right, duh." This must be the 12th time he has gone with me and yet the scenario plays out the same. Who knew that a grim reaper could be so forgetful? or bothersome?

"We have a long day ahead of us!" he says as he twists his hair into a bun. "Let's get this show on the road shall we!"

"So, what topics are on the agenda today Grell?"

"Well, I was going to impress you with my culinary skills today, we can discuss reaper business later." He says as he brushes lint from his crimson coat. "Today I'm just here to help you get through the day!"

"Great. I'm going to need it. You know how I hate posting. Especially for a whole week."

"Course I know."

"Thanks for helping out Grell."

"No problem! What else are Grim besties for!"

"Wow. He uh, he has quite an appetite." Grell stated.

"That's a nice way to say that he's being a fat a$$." I reply

Lunch is always a pain because the "problem" always arrives at this time whether its an hour before lunch or right before lunch is about to start. In front of me and Grell are the order forms, two names are scribbled on the page. One is followed by a paragraphs' worth of numbers: 52,332,206,521,521,158 and 41. Seven complicated entrée items for one person. Now I understand that they will be working all day and night but needing one breakfast burrito, six chicken tenders, one cheeseburger, two egg salad sandwiches, spaghetti and meatballs, and waffle fries is excessive for one person.

"Now wait." Said Grell. As usual he was trying to explain someone's irrational behavior.

"Maybe he ordered some of the stuff for the woman that went to work with him"

I swung my head so hard I thought I was going to get whiplash. The length he was about to go to defend him was unbelievable.

"Grell, look at the paper. The other person ordered and its not even half of what he ordered."

Leaning forward Grell looked at the paper adjusted his glasses and then looked again.

"What are you looking at so hard for!" I say "The numbers are right there!"

"Alright alright I see your point. Well, at least it's just two."

"Just two! The cops still haven't ordered yet!"

"Ooooo, the cops! How could I forget about those pieces of eye candy! All strapped up with their gear hanging off of their strong arms! Sigh. I need to get ready before they get here."

I watched as Grell sprinted towards the back door.

"Hey! What about helping me!"

My cry was answered with the noise of the door slamming.

Unbelievable

An hour into the meal period is when I heard him. His timing was perfect, all of the cops were sitting in the living room. From the closed door I peered out, anticipating Grell exposing himself to the men.

This is about to get ugly. I think to myself as I see Grell cross the room. His hair once straight was now curly as it bounced against his back. His nails were pointed in his favorite color; red and his pucker held the same pigment. He added a bounce to his step as he continued on his personal mission.

"Why hel-"

I should have known that he wouldn't get too far. William had Grell in a pretty intense choke hole. Stepping back I hold the door open for William and an almost blue in the face Grell. Hmmmm, I guess red isn't the only color he can look good in. Once I closed the door William released his hold on Grell.

"What the hell William." He said as he began to rub his neck. "I like it rough but not that rough."

William adjusted his glasses and straightened his jacket.

"What do you think you are doing?" said William.

The fact that he didn't raise his voice was pretty scary. What's up with the spooky aura. I thought to myself as his body was engulfed with a purple haze.

"You're here to convince her to join the repears' not socialize with the cop crew. I should take your chain saw for this."

"No! not my baby! I just got her back!" I watched as he clutched his chainsaw. Can you guess its color?

"Quite your whining. I came to get you."

"Huh. To get me. Oh William I knew you couldn't resist me for lo-"

William placed his hand directly in front of Grell's encroaching lips. Disgust was very apparent on his face.

"Please save me from your usual antics. I have work for you. We are receiving a rather large amount of new reapers. I need your help sorting them out."

"New recruits?" I said to myself, thinking my voice was low enough to not be heard. I'll learn one day.

"Yes, a large number of suicides have been taking place on base."

Shocked I held onto the counter. Another person had committed suicide, how many does that make for this month?

"Oh." Said Grell. His interest piqued. "If it's a cop they would make a great reaper, but why are so many coming from there."

"Who cares?" replied William. His voice sharper then earlier. "Like we need any more adolescence. I don't know what's going on at that base but they better get themselves together." He quickly pulled out a phone and placed in right back into his pocket. "We've wasted enough time Grell, lets go and don't think for one second that I have forgotten your behavior from a few minutes ago"

Both proceeded to the door, Grell alittle farther back because he was walking slower. Probably sulking about the mess he placed himself in. I felt my throat dry out as they approached me. Swallowing didn't help either. Quickly, I grabbed a water bottle and chugged it hoping that my voice would work before they left. William was right beside me when I was finally able to speak.

"Then why do you want me? I'm from that base."

Both William and Grell stopped in their tracks. William looked over to me, his lens were glared by the light so I couldn't read his eyes.

"It's because you are different, not only from them but from a good percentage of the world. I want you on our side because what makes you different also makes you strong."

What does that mean?

I think to myself as I watch them leave, still firmly rooted in my spot. How typically, a complicated response from a supernatural being. I may never get a straight answer to any of this. What would I need to know anyway, I'm only a human.