Janett POV*

My mind doesn't process what she said. Her words mix in my head. All I hear is something about not having a name and whatnot.

Wait. It hits me: I'm no longer a respected reaper. I feel a pain in my head. What the hell was that all about anyways?

I rub my head. "Oh, sorry. Ran into you I guess," says the nameless person.

"What did you say?"

"Ran into you."

I shake my head, "No before that."

"Want to make a contract?"

All my knowledge left me about a second ago so I ask, "Contract for what?"

"I'm a demon." I look at her eyes. Once I do, I notice her words speak no lies. They glow a bright red, the pupil is slitted like a cats.

Demons, one of a reapers enemies. Except for that damn Grell Sutcliffe, always chasing after one to get him in his pants.

I chuckle under my breath. She doesn't know I'm a reaper. This is great. I can get close to her and have her help me clear my name. Then I can get information of her leader and defeat him. Earning me high respect in the underworld.

My hair hides my face, I smile.

"Wha- what are you talking about?" I say. I have been seen as a great actress.

"Don't kid me. I know you know what I say is true. Nothing in your voice can disguise it."

"It's true," I say, playing along. "I've studied demons for the past three years. You don't look like one, but I've learned demons take whatever shape they want. You come to earth to steal soul-"

"We don't steal! I'm asking a contract. Which means I stay with you until you get what you want and then I take your soul. It can be forever until you get what you want."

I roll my eyes. Wow, she's buying this? "Fine. I do want something. Something that can't be done myself. I've been looking for demons to help. Regular humans can't do it! They can't!" I grab her leg and pretend to beg. Her knee-high socks wrinkle a little and her green dress sways in the breeze. Her short black hair is soft and beautiful looking. Her lean body stands firm even with me on her leg. Oh gosh. If I was seen like this, then I'd be a disgrace. Not that I'm not one already.

"Get off of me. Give me a second."

I see her close her eyes. She breathes in deeply and everything goes dark.

I sit on my knees. My head is down and my black coat is blowing in the cold but comfortable wind. My black pants feel nice and soft on my legs. The long sleeves keep me warm, and my black combat boots feel a bit heavy. My brown hair flies around my face.

My eyes open and I see darkness. I want to stand but I am in awe. I feel as if I'm stuck to the floor. The darkness is beautiful but no different then any other darkness. It's comfortable. I look around me and see a light on a creature. It looks like a very small Phoenix. It has green, black, and a few yellow feathers. They stay intact even with the wind blowing.

I hear a voice come from the direction of the Phoenix, "What is your name?" it is slow but beautiful. Like melted Caramell.

"Janett," I answer.

"Your full name."

"Janett Nix Stealthingly," I feel compelled to answer. I don't know why.

"Would you like to make a contract?"

"Yes," I feel my heart pound.

"Good. Welcome to a new life, m' lady."

Then, my world shines a blinding light.

A/N: Computer or TV?

-Words of wisdom are meaningless-