Janett POV*

I feel as if I'm bouncing. Something is under me. My black eyes are closed.

"Oh, you've awoken your grace," says someone near my ear. I open my eyes and fortunately, it is dark. The moon is full and the temperature is very nice since it is cold.

I realize I am in someone's arms. "Hey! Put me down!"

I'm set carefully on my feet. My legs are wobbly and feel a bit weak. What happened?

"We must keep going if you expect to reach anywhere by day," I hear a feminine voice say behind me.

The full moon illuminates the quiet forest. My feet are bare and crack a few leaves and twigs.

I look behind me and see a woman. She's roughly about 16 or 17. Her figure is delicate and beautiful. Her face is filled with concern and beauty. She truly was beautiful. Her black dress reaches just below the knee and ruffles of bright green help the dress spread out. The black boots must be killer walking but she seems fine. Her hands are gloved with a white laced glove, they hold a double edged sword.

Quickly, the memories come back to me. I am an unwanted reaper, and I made a contract with a demon.

"Can I have that back?" I ask, pointing at the gleaming object.

She nods and hands the sword to me, not letting to until she seemed sure it was firm in my hand.

"What the fuck?" I say, that was really weird.

"What is wrong, m' lady?"

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"I'm sorry," she bows while she apologizes.

I shake my head. My sword is placed back in the sheath on my back.

"Why do we have to get somewhere before light?" I question.

"Well, m' lad-" I interrupt her.

"Stop calling me that. Just call me Janett. Or Jane."

"Yes, J- Jane." she stutters.

I nod and she continues to say, "I thought you hate it when it's too bright outside."

How would she know this? I ask her.

"You murmur in your sleep."

Dang, I didn't know that.

"Oh, never speak of that again," I command.

I look behind me and see her on one knee. "Yes, m' lady."

I sigh. I guess the whole "m' lady" things is going to stay, might as well get used to it.

I decided to interrogate her, "How long have you lived?"

"More than a thousand years." that's pretty young for a demon. I put a look of surprise on my face to fool her.

"What does your contract look like?"

"Just look at your right palm, m' lady."

I do. Oh gods.

A/N: what do you think of this fan fiction?

-Love kills those who don't know it.-