Grim Reaper Dispatch Association Files

The New Life

I stared at the cookie jar in the kitchen at 9 o'clock in the morning waiting for Isabel, the maid and Mr. Meaunette's personal lady, to come over and catch me in the act... so far, no Isabel. I tip-toed into the kitchen and looked back half way in… nothing. I looked back and crossed the rest of the way. I held the freezing cold ceramic jar with one arm and left the lid with the hand on the other looking in finding the jar filled with warm chocolate chip cookies made from the day before. I slid the jar off the counter and rushed out of the kitchen, running up the main stair case to the 3rd floor to get to the 4th passing by Mr. Meaunette's room and about to pass by his study, he never caught me stealing cookies or stealing the whole cookie jar from the kitchen before... As a matter of fact, I haven't done anything to speak to him personally before. I thought I was home free since the 3rd to 4th floor stair case was 3 yards away from Mr. Meaunette's study door till I notice he just left the study. I froze, feeling dead already.

He walked up to me with his long golden hair tied over his left shoulder, his long black coat waving behind him and his bright emerald eyes veering out of his glasses, the way he wore them looked like reading glasses. He carried a black book and 3 folders of lose papers under his right arm. I gulped. He paused in front of me, I blushed, even though he was 24 years older than this 14 year old girl, he was amazingly attractive. "Good morning my beautiful Emily, you grow lovelier by the day." He smiled, reached his left hand out, removed the lid of the jar and grabbed a cookie from my stolen cookie jar. "Save some for me later, love." He leaned down to my face and kissed my cheek. "Be good now, you hear?"

"Yes um." I spoke childishly. He walked away eating the cookie, I watched him weakly till I realized the jar was still in my arms. I looked back at it and ran to the 4th floor stair case and ran up it to a door. "I've got the goods, let me in."

A little boy opened an eye slab and coughed. "Where you caught?"

"A little but by Captain Meaunette, he says…" Mr. Meaunette appeared behind me.

"If you want sum uf the goods, you must farst clean the poop deck, arg!" He acted like a pirate captain. The boy nodded and ran off. "I must head off for a moment my First Mate Emi, you are in charge of these whimper snappers, can you handle it?"

"Aye, sir." I saluted as he bowed and left. I turned around, walked towards the windows and looked at my crew as they all worked to clean up for chocolate chip cookies. I climbed a ladder and sat in the captain's chair and watched the ill children of Meaunette Orphanage to clean the game room for the greatest treat in the world.

The year was 1889, 8 years since I woke up here to start a new life and I've been 14 years old for 8 damn, long years. Every day of my great life, I wonder, who am I… Then again, I don't give must thought about it anymore. I'm Emily, First Mate and Watch Dog of these kids whom are going through hell every day of their weak lives but the best thing for them to do is have fun, while it lasted. We all live in Michigan, America to find more unhealthy and in need children to take care of since August of 1884. This year we will be moving back to London, England for some reasons I don't know yet, but I know we can't find any more abandoned and ill children to take care of. We are down to 6 kids and things are getting worse with winter coming in.

"Um… Ms. Emi?" A young 9 year old boy came up to the captains deck, I leaned over, saw him, and smiled. "Uh… Samantha looked really bad this morning and I haven't seen her yet and I looked down stairs and she… looked like Henry before Mr. Spears adopted him."

I stood up, scared for the children. "Head to the hall, all of you, single file." They all heard me and left the room as told. I went down to the bed room and in the middle of the thread row of beds was Samantha crying out in pain. "Sammie, I'm here, please try to relax."

"I've been trying to." She whined which I couldn't blame her.

"Emily, how is Sammie?" Mr. Meaunette appeared behind me again, he's good at that. I took out a thermometer out of Sammie's bed-side drawer and placed it into her mouth. Mr. Meaunette took a hand towel from the bathroom. "Hot or cold, Emi?"

I took out the thermometer, it read 132 *f. "Boling, sir." I took a handmade fan out of the drawer and waved it at her.

"Um… cold clothes won't work…" He rang a little bell on the wall to the kitchen, he picked up a hear com. "Isabel, call William and take all the children out of the house for the day, Samantha's dying." He listened to it. "Alright, thank you dear, good day." He hung up the hear com, ran into the room and picked up Sammie. "Come Emily, I'm in need of your help, please."

I nodded. "I will." He sped out of the room and headed to the 1st floor where the kitchen was, I followed. The house was empty when we came to the main hallway. As we neared the last step of the stair case, the front doorbell rang; its sudden low, load gong scared me.

"Emily, would you mind getting that, it must be Spears." He ran so fast down the stairs, he skipped a step and tripped and slid a bit to the kitchen. "Thank you." I ran to the door to open it.

I've always heard the name Spears or Mr. Spears or William, but I've never met him till I opened that door and saw that he was carrying some sort of tree clippers. I looked up at him… "Welcome, are you Mr. William T. Spe…" Those eyes. Those beautiful emerald eyes that I always see in my sleep. Have I meet this man before? Why was I staring into his eyes? He looked… dead already. Was this the man that adopted those other children that has died many times before?

"Yes, I am. My lady, why are you staring at me? It's improper for a young lady at your age to stare." He narrowed his eyes, then he squinted. "Sakura? Is that you?" He placed his free hand on my shoulder, knelt to my level and looked into my white with a taste of blue eyes for a moment or two. "Sweetie, it is you. I've come in time."

"William, we have a dead one in the kitchen coughing up blood, I feel bad about her, but at least she's one of the lucky ones. Please, do come in." Mr. Meaunette walked into the hall wiping the ice cold blood from his hands. He placed a hand on my shoulder as William straightened up and walked in. "So, I see you've met my daughter, Emily."

Oh, I forgot to mention, Mr. Meaunette is my father, though there are times I wonder if he adopted me instead, I feel like I was born with a lot of sugar in my system, however, I have a mature sense like his, but I don't mind.

"Indeed." William pushed up his glasses. "Andrew, I had to being some others with me, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, not at all." Dad placed both hands on both my shoulders. One young man walked up behind William till a red sleeve shoved him out of the way and from that sleeve came the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in red carrying a… um, some kind of saw with some kind of chains? I don't want to go into detail because it is very hard to explain; I'll see if I can explain it later on.

"Wow, Willy, we can live here." The red headed woman locked arms with William. "Oh, well hello there." She held out her hand to dad, palm down. "Madame Grell Sutcliff."

Dad took her hand, gently. "Andrew Meaunette, My lady." He moved down slightly to kiss her hand, till William's hand block fathers lips from reaching the back of her hand.

"Don't say lady, it interreges him." His hand slowly guides Grell's arm down to her side.

"My William, you should never call a lady a man." He looked at her up and down.

"Actually darling," Change to a deep male voice. "I am a man." Winks. "You wanna see my T?" Tries to unzip his pants, dad stops him.

"No, nonono. No, my Emily is 14 years old and the only nudity she's seen is the female children or herself, so please refrain from showing anything." Grell waved at him.

A young, short haired, brunette wearing very thin framed glasses and a bolo for a tie walked in passed William. "Ha. Some detour William." The brunette chuckled and pushed up his glasses.

"Alan, be nice." William looked over at him

Grell locked arms with Alan. "Yes, be nice, Allie." Pokes Alan's nose.

"For god sake, stop calling me that!" Alan pushed him away.

"Owwww~ Allie." Grell pouted.

Alan raised his scythe which looked like a cleaver on a long pole to Grell's neck. "Call me that one more time, I dare you."

"Hey, hey, hey, guys, guys, be good, I don't want overtime tonight, I have a date later, now take it easy." A young blond, with big, and I mean BIG black framed glasses stumbled in with a… guard rail and a weird looking box attached to the bottom of it thrown over behind his back? Never mind, again, will be explained later.

"Oh, my. Pardon me for that. Alan, Alan Humphries." Walks over to dad and shacks his hand. "How do you do?" Smiles kindly.

I walked over to the kitchen to take care of Sammie. "Who is this sweet little apple?" The young blond looked over Alan's shoulder; Alan too looked over at me. I turned around and curtsied.

"That is my daughter, Emily." Father looked at them, then at me.

"Papa." He opened his eyes at me. "Sammie."

William looked at his black book that looked like daddy's. "Ah yes, 5 more minutes. Samantha Carson, age 5½, DOB: June 16th, 1884. DOD: November 18th, 1889. COD: AIDs and cancer and a cold." William continued to read off the book and walked toward the kitchen doors, then suddenly paused and looked at the doors. "Saku… I mean, Emily must not enter no matter what happens, is that clear Andrew?"

Dad nodded. "No worries she won't." He grabbed my waist and led me to the stair case. He sat on the fifth stair from the bottom as I sat in between his legs on the fourth step, shacking. "It's going to be alright my love."

William walked into the kitchen and it became quiet for a bit. The blond walked over to the stair case. "Name's Ronald Knox but you can call me Ronnie, beautiful." He smirked, closed one eye and held out his middle and index fingers along with his thumb above his open eye and puckered his lips towards me. Was this some kind of mating call? Well, whatever it was, it was attractive but I had a weird way of showing I liked him. I stared at him. His pose faded. "She's not… HOLY SHIT, HAVE I LOST IT! HAVE I LOST MY KNOXIE?"

"Ronald!" Alan grabbed his shoulders. "Pull yourself together man." Load noises starts staring in the kitchen. I cover my ears feeling Andrew holding my waist.

Finally, after 10 minutes, the noise comes to a stop. William walks out of the kitchen like nothing happened but with blood stains on his white shirt and face. He had his black book opened. "Complete." He stamped something in the book.

"You don't adopt kids." I stood up wide-eyed at him.

"Emily, we are Reapers, we protect souls from the hungry, soul-eating demons out there." Daddy stood up behind me.

"Emily, please understand this is our job. Mr. Humphries and Ron… Mr. Knox please make note of this reap, in fact, clean it up so the Meaunette's are not charged for murder." William looked at me the whole time. "Ms. Meaunette, may I see you for a moment please?" I nodded and walked over to him, he walked into the next room on the other side of the stair case, I followed and walked in as he pulled the curtains closed.