Chapter One:
"Hello, my dear~!" the man said. "It's nice to see you've awaken." he held out a hand with long, black nails.
I hesitantly reached out to take it, noting how his was warm compared to my cold, clammy fingers.
"Who are you?" I croaked. My voice was raspy and hoarse. I half-expected cobwebs to come out.
"Many people refer to me as Undertaker." he said. "I am your teacher."
"Teacher?" I coughed. "For what?" he helped me stand, and I had to lean into him to keep upright.
"I'll tell you later. Right now, wouldn't you like to see your new look? You've changed quite a bit." Undertaker lead me to another room that resembled a bathroom. I peered into the mirror and gasped.
My appearance HAD changed. My hair was no longer brown, nor short. It was a pure white, and practically reached the ground. My eyes were no longer their dark brown, but rather a unique color of yellow-green with double pupils. My once olive-toned skin was now an unhealthy pale, rid of any blemishes I might have had. My nose and oval-shaped face didn't change, and for that, I was thankful. Still, I resembled a vampire. I opened my mouth wide enough to see that I had not grown fangs. Relieved, I examined the rest of my body. I was dressed in a simple black dress that covered my knees.
"That's not me." I simply stated.
"Oh? And why not?" Undertaker asked.
"Because my skin is pale, my hair is white, my eyes are yellow-green, and that girl in the mirror is pretty." I said.
He snickered. "Your skin is pale because you've been in a dark coffin for approximately three months, and your eye color has changes because you have been transformed into a shinigami." he explained. "Although, I am confused as to why your hair color has changed as well."
"What's a shinigami?" I asked.
"A shinigami is the Japanese term for Grim Reaper, or a Death god. We are a being between man and god, and our job is to reap the souls on the To-Die list." he explained.
"Wait-we?"
"Yes. I too, am a shinigami." he nodded.
"I need to sit down," I said weakly. He lead out of the bathroom and into the room we started in. He sat me on a coffin against the wall to support me.
"How am I shinigami?" I asked. Although I didn't want to know, I asked nonetheless because I couldn't stand the silence.
"That part is still unclear to me, but I have a theory," he said, sitting down next to me. "Do you remember your killer?"
I was about to say yes, but then stopped myself when I ran the memory through my head.
It was like a blank record.
'This doesn't make sense!' I thought. "I replayed that memory over a thousand times, I should know!'
I kept attempting to remember, but it seemed as if more of my memory faded.
"I see," he said. "Can you remember anything from your human life?"
"Yes. I had a little sister and my mom. The day I was killed she was..." What was it? My mom had something wrong with her. And my little sister...It doesn't sound familiar.
"I...don't know," I admitted finally, confusion layered thick on my voice. His cheerful smile turned into a grim frown.
"My dear, it appears that you have a temporary memory loss," he diagnosed.
"Is that bad?" I asked, suddenly fearful. I didn't wanna forget my family, or my past!
"No, We just need to kick start your memory again." he smiled again, standing up. He helped my to my feet again and he picked me up bridal style.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To the Reaper Realm to get your Cinematic Record." he said. "Because what is a shinigami without her memory?"