What the hell Spears-Sempai!" Ronald yelled.

"If your referring as to how I acquired Elanora's memories, I may not be able to explain fully." He said, the book held firmly in his grasp, as if expecting something to happen to it.

Thinking about it, why was it in that locked box in the first place... Why did I never know about it!?

"No! I want to know why you have them! Why you never told me!" I said, the angry tone rising in my throat.

I didn't know what to think. I felt betrayed. I never thought I would be kept in the dark by one of the people who had shed so much light on the things I either didn't or wasn't supposed to know...

There was an awkward silence in the room, he just stood there looking at me, same stoic expression on his face...

"Why!?" I yelled, loosing all composure I had been trying to retain.

"I can't condone what I have done, or the consequences they might have, but I would not have taken these actions If I did not think that it would be safer this way." He replied.

"Made what safer?" Ronald asked, clearly as confused as I was.

"I think it would be better if you.. both saw for yourself..." He said, delving into the draw again and taking out another book.

Ronald Knox.

Ronald, did a double take, his face turning pale and looking at it he swayed, grasping his head, his knee's buckled and he collapsed!

"Ronald!" I jumped in shock, quickly kneeling beside him on the floor.

He groaned in pain, his hands cradling his head.

"What the hell... Is this... my brain, hurts, just looking at it." He groaned.

I shot a questioning look at William, he stood there for a moment, before walking over, and outstretching his arms, offering both books!

"This is what you were after, and the only way I could ever hope for you to understand. So please take them and look through them, I would advise doing this now, considering Ronald's... Condition." He said cautiously.

I took the books, but hesitated... How could I... and I can't believe I'm saying this...

How could I really trust William?

"I promise while you look through them I will not do anything. I will even lock my death scythe in the cupboard and give you sole responsibility of the key. I give you my word." He said.

I nodded, He handed me his death scythe and the key to the cupboard at the back of the office. I took them both and made my way over to the cupboard, locking the scythe inside.

I knew it wasn't that easy though, even when without a scythe in training William always beat me. And I didn't know now, because I didn't know if me awakening my powers made me stronger, but I wasn't going to test it out in case I accidently killed him or something.

Ron who was recovering on the floor was trying to stand up, using the sofa as a support. I quickly walked over and gently nudged him to sit on it.

"So, we're actually doing this?" He asked, leaning back in the sofa.

"Uh, huh. You need to find stuff out two, remember?" I gave him his book and sat next to him with mine.

"Why, why are there two copies of my memories?" He asked, slightly dazed.

"The one in the library was an edited version, the one you posses now is the real one." He said.

I looked at Ronald... he nodded at me, this was going to change things... For better or for worse...

Though all I ever really remembered was doing a few tricks at a circus...

"Okay and we tell each other after okay?" He replied to me.

"Yes..." I breathed, before opening the book...

My name is Elanora Hawthorn...

And this is the story of how I died...

Ronald P.O.V

How could she do this to me!? I know I'm only a painter! But I said to her that people were starting to recognise me! She said she loved me and yet... When I walk up to her door and knock only to find no such answer and instead have a look in the window, what do I find?! Her and another man! My fiancé with another man!

I sat on the window ledge to my small apartment above a small shop. A gun held firmly within the grasp of my otherwise shaking hands, my face red and tear stained and my blonde hair, messy and un kept...

What did I really have to live for... I wasn't of any particular social standing, I had a few drinking friends, but I often felt bored and lonely, my only slight solace in the alcohol. I only really drank socially anyway... But every time I thought of her, all I could think of was her with another man!

I looked towards the note I had left on the desk to my small room. It was next to a dark, dingy little alley. I didn't want to be found in a place like that, but in her eye's I wasn't really worth anything. Besides I wanted to do this in the privacy of my own home... Not the home I had known out of London, but at least here.

I raised the gun, my back to the window.

I heard it would be quicker and painless this way... I hope so...

I don't want to hurt anymore...

I tasted metal in my mouth, my finger pressed lightly on the trigger...

I glanced around.

One last moment.

My last moment...

Bang!

Everything was darkness, in only an instant.

Elanora P.O.V

"Please sir! Please sir I'm sorry! I didn-"

"Shut up! All you ever do is apologize, how about you stop being a clumsy idiot and actually do your work properly" My master... The lord of the house yelled, the harsh sting of leather hitting the skin not covered by my maids Uniform.

My name is Elanora Martha Hawthorn. I am the only maid to the London town house of Lord Kearnsey...

Unfortunately he spends a majority of time in the town house... But will go for months on end to his various "Benefactors" Estates...

I have been in my Lords service since I was six...

It was at first my mother, Lydia Hawthorn who worked for the lord and cared for me... Her mixed race child. My Father had died when I was one or so years old.. I remember his face, vaguely. My mother said even though they weren't supposed to be together, because my father was a black servant and my mouth a ladies chamber maid, that they loved each other very much... I never knew how my father died...

In the Lords house I would help do chores and clean as best I could for my age...

Until Mother died of the scarlet fever when I was fourteen. After that I took over... I am the only person living in the house when the Lord is away...

Which is fine, because I have learnt to do what I want, I was taught to read by my mother and when the master is out of the house I will go into his library and read, his vast majority of books never taken out, just gathering dust... He never noticed though... Mother had taught me to clean too well, I never left dust anywhere.

The only problem was whenever he returned, he was either drunk, abusive or both...

Today was no exception... I had been walking in with his afternoon tea as per usual and where he had spilled his alcohol, it left a great, slippery mess on the wooden floor... I already had failing eyesight, the pair of thin wire glasses I had been given as a child far too weak for my eye's and I had slipped with tea in hand and broken one of the cups.

My uniform soaked through, the next thing I knew I was being beaten again...

The lashes of the belt continued, even after I had stopped begging.

"And why do you have your hair up! Haven't I forbade you to have your hair up! You filthy N### whore! If It bothers you get a knife and cut it off!" He yelled.

He was a great oaf, large from his over indulgence in both food and alcohol, giving him a beer belly as it was... He was a slight ways taller than me, but still considered stout... I wanted to slap his face every time I saw it, but I knew I was in no position to do so.

My wrists and legs felt numb from shielding my face.

I held in tears, eventually the beatings stopped and I thought it was over...

Until I felt one swift kick in the stomach... I took in a sharp intake of breath and wheezed...

Please stop... Or kill me! Just make it end!

He slurred something slightly and then wandered up stair's, grabbed a suitcase and walked to the door.

"Clean this mess up!" He yelled before, haphazardly slamming the door.

I sat up shakily, my whole body sore, and my hands un reliably shaking.

I sobbed and wailed and screamed! I was done!

I couldn't take this anymore...

All the emotion's I had bottled up inside exploded and it felt like all my energy was rushing out of me, my ears started ringing and I collapsed on the floor sobbing...

Ronald P.O.V

I opened my eye's... To the Alley?

That can't be right, I should be dead! I looked around, everything seemed to be normal, I certainly wasn't heaven or hell either...

I stood up and patted myself down, that's when I looked down and noticed, that I strangely glowed, blue?

I took a step forward, and heard a slight squelch... I quickly jumped around in shock and yelled in fright...

I was on the floor, my whole body pale and covered in blood, and my eye's transfixed on nothingness, staring up at the light that shone through the tall alley...

I was dead?

I looked at my vacant body for a moment, confused...

This has to be some sort of weird dream! It must be!

I walked out of the Alley and found two ladies walking down the street, I walked past them and bid them a normal good afternoon, but they didn't see me... One of the ladies, stopped and turned, before I could even side step to avoid her, She was about to run into me.

I closed my eyes expecting to crash into her, but instead gasped in a shock pain, as she literally walked right through me.

It felt like my whole body had been plunged into the icy winters of mid December.

I was shocked. I tried to get the others attention, but she just did the same, causing a similar reaction as before when someone walked right through me.

I yelled at people as they passed, pulled funny faces, but they didn't know I existed!

I kept walking around, hoping someone would notice me!

Elanora P.O.V

By now I had cleaned myself up and prepared dinner for the Lords return... He was probably going to be drunk, so I put a few more potatoes on than meat to soak up the booze. He never noticed anyway...

I heard the familiar sound of the door softly closing and stumbling footsteps into the dining room opposite...

The chair legs scratched along the oak floor as he dragged out his familiar seat and sat down with a plop.

"Dinner!" He yelled to me...

I was a lowly maid, and yet I had more manners than his swollen pinky finger could ever posses!

I quickly rushed out with the plate in one hand, a towel over my arm and a gravy boat in another...

I placed it on the table and started pouring his gravy...

At first everything was normal, but as I was just about to finish pouring his gravy I noticed something blue out of the corner of my eye. I shrieked in fright, as I saw a blond man... Probably about my age, literally walking through the dining room wall. I jumped back, his face turning to shock and the gravy boat slipped from my hand and onto the table, landing topside thankfully, but sloshing the gravy in the boat, it dripping onto the table slightly.

"What in God's name do you think your doing!?" He growled, standing up from his seat and yanking at my hair.

"I saw! I saw it sir I swear, a man literally just walked through the wall sir!" I said, hearing how stupid that sounded in my head and mentally scolding myself.

"Shut up with your lies and excuses!" He yelled, slapping me hard around the face...

And we were now in todays second round of beatings..

I fell backwards onto the floor from the sheer force and I felt several punches to my face and my torso, winding me.. I groaned in pain, but he didn't stop.

The man who had somehow entered the room, yelled his protests to my punishment.

My lord did not stop. One of my eye lids felt slightly heavy and sore... I may have another black eye again.

I just need to make it to midnight, that's when he's leaving for his, benefactors estate in Cornwall... he will not return back here until a month and a half...

Eventually his hits lost there power and he stopped, getting off and walking to his bedroom, most likely for another drink...

I lay there for a few minutes, my whole body spasming in pain.

I felt a hand being gently placed on my arm and I twitched. The hand was warm, yet cool at the same time, it was strange...

I opened my eye's slowly to see the persons face...

He was glowing faintly blue and was slight transparent, I could faintly see a picture hanging on a wall behind him through his body.

He was blond by the looks of it and bright blue eye's. He was wearing a white top and a deep blue waist coat, black trousers and black shoes...

His expression was one of shock, and slight worry.

"Miss! Miss can you hear me!?" He called, my vision going in and out in a blur as my consciousness wavered. I weakly nodded my head once.

I looked at the clock slight, it was about time for him to go now... I heard the familiar slam and locking of the door and he was off, just like that... Thank God it was late when he came back from the Pub!

He locks the doors to keep me in... He still hasn't figured out I keep a key yet...

I drifted off very suddenly and the next thing I knew I was on the sofa in the living room...

I woke up, my whole body sore and aching, I was alone again. But I couldn't figure out what had happened...

I know I saw that man appear through the wall... Or did I ?

Am I going mad!?

God, he'll throw me in a looney bin!

Or beat me to death, or till I'm unable to walk or move or function properly...

I looked out of the small window... All I had ever wanted was my true freedom, I wanted to be equal.

To do what I wanted, when I wanted, greet people... Not be lonely anymore...

I was lonely... When mother died, I was alone in the house with my Lord... I was never allowed to leave, I only could when he was away and even then no one would socialize with me... Outcast, forever and always...

I don't want to be alone anymore...

I want to be with my Mother again...

I shakily got up and grabbed my scarf, that I wrapped around my shoulders... I didn't take anything else.

Where I was going I didn't need possessions.

It was cold outside, the cold night air hung heavily in the streets as I walked through. The normally busy streets of London empty, an eerie silence filled the atmosphere, the only thing to be heard was the clicking of my heels on the cobbled street, a dim gas lamp shedding a tiny bit of light on the otherwise dreary end of the street that leads to the bridge...

Ronald P.O.V

I walked back into the living room and she was gone... But where could she have gone to!?

I suddenly heard the door slam shut and ran out to see her walking off somewhere in the direction of the bridge... Where was she going!?

Where ever it was I couldn't let her leave! She was the only one that could see me! I had to get answers from her.

I quickly followed her, suddenly noticing that I could not see my shadow when I walked through lights... It unnerved me. Like something I had read in a book somewhere! Elise had many books, but she never let me read them...

Focus stop thinking about her! She's the reason your in this mess... Her cheating on you!

I shook myself off and continued to run after the girl, she looked about my age actually, tan and with hair almost as black as the night sky in which we walked and one thing I could not forget.

Her shockingly blue eye's. The colour of the sky on the greatest of summer days.

Such a wonder for her to have, I had never heard of someone having such eyes.

She was a thin girl, almost as tall as me, but not quiet...

When I finally caught up with her she was... Stood on the bridges edge...

I gasped in shock, and carefully took steps towards her... It was bitterly cold, even though I could no longer feel it I could tell...

She only had a long scarf on over her maids uniform, obviously not made for outdoor weather such as this.

She carefully took a step forward, her heel almost hanging off the edge.

"Wait!" I yelled.

She just shook her head, something left her face and then another...

They were tears...

"You're not real! I'm going crazy!" She sobbed, putting her hands over her face.

"I am! Please don't jump!" I said, taking a step forward.

"I can't take it anymore! I can't take him! All I ever known is beatings! I never knew my father and my mother's dead! I have no friends, no family! No money! I have no Freedom! I don't want to be alone!" She sobbed, her voice cracking.

I felt a pain in my chest...

I felt pain...

I felt her pain...

"Please! I know what it's like to be alone! But this is not the answer! Why do you think I'm here?!" I yelled...

"W-what do you mean!?" She replied, her stance on the bridge moving in slightly as she turned around to look at me.

"I killed myself this morning... And this is what happened! I've been stuck here with no one able to see or hear me... Except you!"

She just looked at me in shock... I hoped she believed me.

I walked forward very carefully as not to agitate her... There was one thing I do know though... When I touched her my hand didn't pass through... She was solid.

"Please, don't make that mistake and end up like this! You'll feel even more alone. I think this is what happens when you commit suicide." Until I was at the edge of the bridge.

She carefully tried to get down but slipped...

She fell forwards and I grabbed her, she was so light I was holding her in my arms. He whole body shaking with sobs.

"It's okay..." I soothed...

I was sympathising with a girl I had never known... and yet, strangely it felt right...

Grim Reapers Realm. Dispatch...

"Grell get out of my office... I just got it and am trying to keep it clean." William scolded Grell using his death scythe to push Grell off of his desk, where he had been sat, leaning flirtatiously over William.

"Oh come on Will! I was just congratulating you over your promotion, it's not everyday you get made the head of dispatch you know!" Grell swooned... Lately William had been less patient with this certain red headed reaper. Now was one of those times.

Grell held a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Obviously for William, he proceeded to wave them in front of Williams face while he did his second mountain of paper work.

He had only just been promoted and now he was having to deal with this... His anger was growing, while his patience was wearing thin...

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Enter!" He called, shoving Grell off of his desk with a hard shove. The red headed reaper hissed as he hit the floor ass first.

A ginger reaper entered the room, bowing respectfully and then holding up his death book.

"Sir, there was a problem... I went to collect a soul, one soul in particular, that of a girl who was supposed to commit suicide, but as I got there, she was stopped, by a translucent figure, that also matches another suicide, of which I could not collect the soul of either! But she didn't die sir. I'm sorry for my failure Sempai!" The reaper bowed his head in shame.

William looked though the book.

Elanora Hawthorn

Ronald Knox

William reached for the telephone on his desk and put his hand up to Grell who was trying to speak...

He explained the situation and then waited.

"I see... Yes... As you wish sir..." He said stoically before putting down the phone...

"They won't be escaping death... But this is strictly a need to know assignment... It does not leave this room. Do I make myself clear?"

The other two reapers nodded nervously.

Grell could tell how serious this actually was... He had called the higher ups for this matter...

"Mr Sullivan you are dismissed, Grell come with me!" William said, standing up from his desk.

"Where are we going!?" Grell said in surprise as William quickly walked passed him to the door.

"To the Grim Reaper Library! We must look up one by the name of Maria Enzere!" William said, before opening the door...

He didn't know what was going on, but the escape of death was very, very rare. But escape from becoming a Grim Reaper after committing suicide, or the intervention of a suicide that was written in the books... Was unheard of!

He needed answers...