I am very sorry I have not updated this in awhile. I have been very busy and updates will be slow. If you have any ideas please give them to me. You guys have been giving me so many ideas. I thank you for reading and reviewing my work. Thank you for your patience. This chapter is way longer than the first. Basically, it is supposed to be a little funny at first, then it gets a little serious, and then I lighten up the end of the chapter with a bit of comedy. This chapter is kind of showing Sylvia Grelle's irresponsible side and how she will probably have to most likely take care of herself and that he can snap very easily. Now I present the second chapter of Grelle's Daughter.

We both stared at each other in silence for a few moments. It was kind of creepy having that kid's eyes stare into mine. Now I know why children were used to make horror movies and books scarier. Kids are just down right creepy. I moved a strand of my hair out of my eyes and decided to break the silence. "Sooo, Sylvia is it?" I waited for her to respond before continuing. When she nodded I proceeded to talk. "It's around dinner time. You hungry?" I asked her. Sylvia hesitated for a moment and then finally she opened her mouth and said something.

"Oh…Umm. Not really," she said, shaking her head. I nodded as my response. I was going to ask her something else but I was interrupted by a grumbling sound in her stomach. Sylvia looked down in embarrassment. I smirked at her.

"Yeah, you are totally not hungry," I sarcastically told her. She rolled her eyes at my comment. Damn teenagers. I held my stomach as it growled too. She smirked back at me. I couldn't help but to notice even though she didn't have my teeth, she did have my mouth. Her smirk was just like mine. Besides the hunger I felt another weird feeling in the pit of my stomach when I realized that about Sylvia. I didn't want to figure out why. I had more important things to do…like making dinner. Something I haven't done in centuries. Literally, the last time I made dinner was the night before the French Revolution. My desk was stacked so high with papers I couldn't see over my desk. Damn good for nothing war. Even though it was centuries ago I'm pretty confident that I can make a simple meal for two.

"Well, let's head back to my apartment," I told Sylvia. She nodded. I thought teenage girls never stopped talking. I was that way when I was her age. William says I'm still the same way now but I bet he's over exaggerating. I strolled over to the small building near the Headquarters. This is where all the reapers of my sector stayed. The apartments were a little small but how nice they were made that up. When we arrived I pulled out the key to my apartment out of my jacket and unlocked the door. I allowed Sylvia to walk in first and I followed her. "Ah, welcome. I know it isn't much. That sadist bastard William won't give us better," I pouted, crossing my arms.

Sylvia nodded and took the bun in her hair down. Her hair was almost as long as mine. I walked into the kitchen and made my way to the stove. Was the stove always this dusty? I blew over the oven to clear it of dust. "A-A-Achoo!" I sneezed. I sniffled and adjusted my glasses and fixed my hair.

"God bless you," Sylvia told me. I nodded to her in thanks. Thinking for a minute I then realized that I perhaps forgotten how to cook. I'm sure it is not that hard. I opened up the food cupboard. Man, I really must go out to eat a lot. There is barely anything here. I moved around a few cans and boxes. Most of them were way past their expiration date. The only thing I could find was some soup. I turned to Sylvia. She was sitting at the small kitchen table across the room. She looked back at me with her green eyes...My green eyes. I shook the thought out of my head. Who cares?

"Umm. I have only soup here. Is that alright for you?" I asked her. She nodded her head.

"Yes, soup sounds good," she replied in a quiet voice. How could she be my daughter. I was never that quiet during my teenage years...or any of my years if I recall. I opened the can of soup and put it in a pot. Then, I turned on the stove and waited for it to heat up. I leaned back and looked at Sylvia.

"Sorry if my cooking isn't that great. I am no Sebaschan!~" I told her. My voice came out in song when I said my Sebby's name. Sylvia's head tilted slightly like a curious small child. I couldn't help but to think that it was so cute.

"Sebas...chan?" She asked me. Thank God we got on this topic. It was getting too awkward and I loved talking about my Sebby.

"Yes, Sebaschan, my Sebby!~" My face grew a big grin. "He is this amazing man with gorgeous, raven hair and ruby eyes with a gaze that can make you melt!~" I shivered at the thought of his face. I looked over at Sylvia, who was smirking.

"He does sound quite good looking," she told me. Well, at least that was one thing we had in common.

"Oh, he doesn't sound good looking he IS good looking!" I told her. She laughed. That face when she laughed...it was- No, what the hell! She's just freakin' laughing! What the hell is going on with me? I tried to ignore her laughing by telling her more about my Sebby. When I began to tell her that he was a demon I saw her smile begin to fade. "What is it?" I asked her.

"Mr. Sutcliff," she began. At least she wasn't calling me...the f-word. "You do know that demons are the Death Gods' moral enemy, right?" She asked me. I can't believe a teenager would ask an adult reaper a simple elementary school question. I flipped my hair back and looked at her in disgust.

"Of course I do!" I snapped. "I'm not stupid! But Sebby is different!" I told her. Her frown still remained. Even her frown looked like mine but i was too pissed at her to really give a bloody damn.

"Mr. Sutcliff. By what you tell me, the way he treats you...You know he would kill you if he had the chance. He almost did and-"

"Shut up!" I screamed at her. I hate it when people tell me this.

"...You know he can't love. He's a demon and-"

"I don't need a bloody lecture from a little girl!" I yelled. I was just so angry and upset. Who did she think she was trying to tell me who can and cannot love me? I could feel angry tears starting to form in my eyes. I blinked them away.

"I'm just saying that-"

"Just shut up!" I held my hand up and went to hit her but then I stopped. She flinched back and made a small squeak. Dammit...I couldn't hit anything that pathetic. I lowered my hand and turned away from her. I heard her speak up in a nervous, quiet voice.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Just drop it kid..." I replied quietly. My tone was melancholic and that was rare. I know she meant well but why didn't she stop before she crossed the bloody line. I already know that Sebby hates me and would prefer if I was dead...But I feel the exact opposite about him. I guess there is nobody in life that will love me.

I walked back over to the stove and put the pot of soup on top of it. I leaned back against the stove just far away enough that I could feel a nice warmth on my back. I kept my face away from Sylvia's and she had hers facing the ground like she did when I first met her earlier today. I closed my eyes and slightly dozed off a bit. I know I was because when I woke up Sylvia was yelling at me.

"MR. SUTCLIFF! MR. SUTCLIFF! WAKE UP! YOUR COAT! IT'S ON FIRE!" She screamed at me.

I looked back and I saw my beautiful red coat covered in more red and not the good kind! "OH SHIT! OH SHIT!" I screamed. I threw the coat on the ground and stepped on it multiple times until the flames burned out. I picked it up and stared at my once beautiful coat in horror. "My coat...My beautiful...red coat," I whimpered. Sylvia looked over it and frowned.

"I'm so sorry about your coat. I tried to wake you up," she told me. Her voice was gentle and comforting. Well, it didn't sound very comforting to me but I think she was trying to. I let out a sad sigh.

"No, it's okay. It was my own damn fault," I told her. I cussed at myself mentally for falling asleep over a damn stove. Only, I, Grelle Sutcliff, would pull off something irresponsible like that. I looked over at the stove. The smell coming from the pot was an obvious sign that the soup was burnt. I couldn't even heat up some simple soup. Though, that brought back memories when I used to cook. I don't remember making one meal that wasn't ruined.

Sylvia went over to the cupboard and got out another can. "I'll cook. You sit down and relax," she said cooly, taking out another pot and putting it over the stove. I reluctantly obeyed her and sat down.

"Are you sure?" I asked. Sylvia nodded.

"I cook for myself a lot since my mum usually works so late," she told me. I couldn't help to feel sorry that I wasn't there during those multiple times that she was probably lonely. I grabbed a handful of my hair. Why should I feel bad? I didn't even know so it wasn't my fault.

Sylvia served the soup and we both ate silently. It was pretty good for soup from a can. When we were both finished we did the dishes without saying a word to each other. After we were done Sylvia finally broke the very long silence.

"I'm going to bed now. Good night, Mr. Sutcliff," she told me. I nodded in response.

"G'night," I replied. Sylvia then headed for the living room. There wasn't a guest room so the couch was going to be her bed for the next few weeks. I sat back at the kitchen table and buried my face in my black gloves. I don't know if I can handle this for a few weeks. How did Alice manage for fifteen years?

Okay, that's the end of the second chapter. I know it was slow, depressing, and boring. I tried to make the coat thing funny but I think I failed. I promise there will be some funny scences in later chapters. Thank you for reading and I hope you continue reading future chapters. Please review.