Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso

OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls

Jennifer © danceydancetime

A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner! I was given a lot of things to do this week and I haven't been able to get around to going over this story. Anyways I hope you enjoy this new chapter ^^ (… there's not much else to say so ENJOY! =3)

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Letting out a sigh, Sophie trudged up the stairs to level N and down the hallway towards her office. "Long day?" Jericho chuckled as she passed by.

"Yeah," Sophie groaned, "long~ and I still have to take care of a group of demons."

"Oh? You mean there's a pack of demons about to kill a human –"

"No," she shook her head as she straightened out her body and popped the muscles in her back. "It's mostly demons souls. I don't know why they're fighting, but it's a job I have to do… I guess…"

"Just demons?" Jericho looked at her questionably.

"Mostly demons with a few humans and angels thrown in," she shrugged. "I'm mostly there to supervise."

"Does the council know –"

"I hope not," she chuckled. "I have to gather the human souls, but the others I don't know."

"Oh okay," he smiled as she walked into her office to grab papers. "You're not going to fall asleep tonight huh?"

"Probably not," she smirked, "because this is a nighttime job – … god I hate this place," she grumbled under her breath.

"What's the matter now?" he chuckled as he closed the door and walked over to Sophie, wrapping his arms around her frozen coat. "My, you must be cold! Maybe someone else could do –"

"Nope this is something I have to do myself," she huffed as she pushed away from him a little so she could collect her items on the desk. "I'm just annoyed that we supposedly know everything~, but yet we have no records of angels and demons? Nothing on different breeds? I've had to collect most of my information from human books, and even then it's not enough to know everything. I don't even know if someone will show up to collect the souls. If not I'll have to do all that myself," she grumbled under her breath before letting out a heavy sigh.

"A God of Death will probably show up Sophia," Jericho chuckled as he nuzzled his nose into her neck before giving her shoulder a quick peck, "just gather the human souls. That's your job around here –"

"Well my job is to give and take away life: human, angel, and demon alike. Whoever I come across I have to evaluate… that's who I am Jay," she turned around in his grasp and gave him a peck on the lips, before having him let her go so she could leave. "This is an all night job, so I'll try to sleep in till eleven o'clock tomorrow –"

"Make it noon Sophie," he smirked. "I'm not going to let you pass out on me again."

"Fine~ noon," she shook her head as she opened her office door, "just tell Alex I won't be around for a while. He's off on a mission so I couldn't talk to him."

"Roger," Jericho saluted her, Sophie shaking her head and mumbling something about everyone being incompetent before dashing back down the stairs. Then he turned around and looked out a window, watching as the sun began to set over the horizon.

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In a small little village in the middle of nowhere there was a group of demons arguing with each other trying to use threats to get their own ways. "You can't do that!" a demon stepped forward clutching his fist. "This is our only supply of food! –"

"Now it's ours weakling," a different demon chuckled as he ran a hand through his fur, grinning at the others as he began to walk away.

"I can't stand this!" other said. "Let's kill them!" At those words a battle commenced, demons ripping up other demons and butchering them in the middle of the village. On the outskirts of the chaos demons were jumping into houses and waking up the dreamers, causing screams to be heard throughout the village that only contained about thirteen humans.

In this chaos of the demons a shadow slinked through them, making their way into the houses and silently reaping the humans inside. If the demons had noticed they would see a soft black fog as thick as death passing over them, but none of them did as they tore each other apart. The fog hovered over their heads as it made its way into other houses, taking some souls and not others. Once the black fog was done with its mission it made its way to the edge of the village, manifesting into a human form and sitting up high in the trees watching the confusion below. "Done Sophia Maurus Ioreta Serbus, child of The Dark Centurion and heir to the Serbus fortune?"

"Of course you~ would say that Sheldon Beelzebub Shemal, child of Beelzebub," she chuckled lightly before letting out a tired sigh. "My job is never done," she mumbled sternly and quietly to herself as she gripped the long black death scythe in her hand.

"Hmmm," he huffed. "Why did you leave hell anyways? We could use your skills, you know –"

"It was my own choice and not your own," Sophie grumbled under her breath. "I wouldn't expect you to understand it. I was born from the darkness, but I am a creature of the light. It's more complicated than simply being a demon Sheldon dear~"

"Look at them," Sheldon said avoiding the statement she had made. "Pitiful earth dwellers. Killing their own kind over nourishment that is now gone because of their insolence? How foolish."

"Yep," Sophie shrugged. "What makes you any different?"

"… I am an archdemon," he huffed, "and a god of Death. It is my job to take souls of demons and send them back to hell to be either punished or sent back here. Perhaps I wipe their minds clean, perhaps I don't… it depends on how demanding the demon is," he chuckled lightly to himself.

"So," she responded, "you are a God of Death too? Huh… only demons souls?"

"Only," he shrugged.

"Get to it then," Sophie narrowed her eyes at him, "or else I'll do your job for you and I may have to destroy you if you deem to be useless." Sheldon blinked in confusion before taking off, the shinigami grinning slyly before jumping out of the tree with one step. Then she let a thin flood of black mist cast over the village, lightly coating the village as the demons killed each other and they fell to the ground to dissolve into the earth. Sophie turned around and decided to leave, seeing her job was done and her black fog would take care of any problems that may arise.

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"Sophia?" Alex tilted his head as he looked up, noticing a black blob on the ceiling hanging by one foot as she lazily read upside down and wrote small extra notes in a black book in her hand.

He let out a rough cough, getting Sophie's attention as she looked up from her book and looked down at him. "You ring?" she asked casually as she looked back to her book and flipped a page.

"… You didn't sleep again?" he sighed as Sophie sat up on the rebar she was hanging from and held her thumb in the book as a temporary bookmark.

She shook her head and jumped down, leaping from three stories till she landed gracefully on her feet. "Nope," she chuckled as she fixed the hat on her head, "but it gave me time to write more in my little black book. Plus I was reading back through my book from start to finish till you interrupted~ me."

"Sorry," he chuckled as he gave her a firm pat on the back, and then looked at his hand in disgust as cracked blood coated his hand. "You should wash that coat of yours."

"Maybe later," Sophie shrugged as she looked at her silver watch then put it away in her pocket. "So why is Alexander Agon here four hours early?"

"Oh," he sighed. "I have a lot of work to do today and I decided to just come to the office early –"

"You're not turning into William are you?" she grumbled under her breath as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"No," Alex laughed heartedly, "oh god no!"

"Good," she nodded to him before cracking a smile, "I would be worried for all mankind if you turned into a workaholic."

"By the way," he coughed interrupting her, "why where you hanging upside down?"

"Calculating how fast the blood flows to my head before I start getting a headache," she laughed to herself. "Actually I just needed a spot out of the way to think. I've been here since one anyways… I'm not tired yet. Hey since you're here want to talk? We can go get some tea in the cafeteria and head up to the offices."

"Sure," Alex chuckled, "but what do you need to talk about?"

"Ummm… just stuff," she grinned, turning around and avoiding eye contact as she made her way in the direction of the main cafeteria. "Come on Alex. Let's go!" she giggled. Alex shook his head and faithfully followed, eyeing her suspiciously as she head the book to her chest before setting it away in her messenger bag.

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"You know I always found it weird that I found this book in my bag when I made it to America," Sophie chuckled lightly. "Maybe I was destined to use this?"

"Perhaps," Alex shrugged as he sat in his chair writing in forms. "At least you were using it as a… diary right?"

"Journal~" she shook her head, "and a place for little notes on things I saw throughout the day… ummm… can I read you some?"

Alex looked up from his work staring at Sophie as she sat sprawled out on his couch before he lightly chuckled and continued with his work. "Go right ahead," he smiled, "but I thought you didn't want anyone to know –"

"Meh I was thinking about it and I need to talk to someone about it," Sophie shrugged. "Besides it's not like you'll hate me if I tell you my secrets right?"

"… Why would I?" he shook his head before giving her a gentle smile.

Sophie smiled back and then looked at her book, pressing her fingers against the silver engraving of skull and crossbones on the black leather cover before opening the book to the first few pages. "My first entry was just to blow off some steam…

"I am sick of this place. I am sick! The food is horrible and the only alcohol around here is whisky! It's only thing I drink now, whisky. The water is dirty and disgusting, and I would rather eat the dirt then drink the water.

"Jumping back to the main topic, yes I am writing in this. Why? I need something to take my mind off of this place. I send letter after letter to the main American division for a transfer, but I continue to get letters back saying my request is terminated or I need more experience before I can transfer. I'm stuck here… alone… Marius tricked me. Now I'm stuck here by myself with no one to talk to… I'm lonely.

"I am grateful though. There is one other woman in my unit and she calls herself Veronica Roza Afanasei, but she likes the nickname Rose. Who would have thought I would run into another woman in Dispatch? I think it's the only thing I'm happy about this place… because it's dull and lifeless."

"Did you know that if you step on a toad its guts will fly everywhere? They say around here that if you squish a frog or a toad then you're cursed, but I haven't seen it yet.

"The point of writing in this again is because I'm stressed. Not about this job, no being a shinigami is easy~, but being separated for so long. How long? A few months now? I've been able to complete my missions every day, even if most of them are usually impossible to get done on time. A few times the person would be striving for life minutes longer then they should have because I would be late… I have to get faster at this job. Luckily for me Death's horse shows up to help me. I've never been fast on my own two feet before… I miss the mortuary. I miss Undertaker. I miss preparing dead bodies for their special day… I wish they had a place like a morgue around here, but they just bury their dead ones in the ground and be done with it. No preparing the body for the ground or anything like that. Once I saw a pack of wolves coming by and they ripped apart the body. It was gross. Not demons at all! Just animals of the earth coming by with limbs of the dead in their mouths running around like scavengers. I didn't know if I should be sick or fascinated. Mostly fascinated by the blood. I can thank Grell for that, but disgusted that animals dig up bodies to eat. I guess that's how it is living in the desert. "Survival of the fittest," is what my supervisor would say, or should I say commander.

"Actually, over time, he's turned into a decent guy. He lets anyone who needs shelter from the elements, human, demon, or otherwise, eat and sleep before they go off for the day. There is no border and line between being good and evil here. It's only living to survive… Survival… The most I was able to find about him is that his name is Rob. We call him Boss, but he likes to be called Rob when we're talking casually. I like that about him, but I will be honest with you that he was intimidating at first. Boss only wears black cowboy clothes and a large-brimmed cowboy hat. The hat especially! Very intimidating if you meet him for the first time, but then again I knew it could only be a façade since that's what dad does too. The thing I can't figure out is his teeth. He has sharp pointy canine teeth. They fit perfectly together when he smiles, but if Boss opens his mouth widely then you can see them as clear as day. Does that mean he is really a demon? Maybe he's like Alex is, a demon/shinigami mix. Either way I don't think I can ask him about that, but I'm still curious.

"I tried submitting a form, but again it was rejected. I think I'll give up on trying to get back to England or anywhere with a sense of decency."

"My god! I hate it here! I really do! I can't stop crying! Shit! Shit! I'm scared… really scared… I woke up this time in a salon. I must have had something slipped in my drink because I woke up with a vicious hangover. I suddenly had this impulse to write this out because I feel that my whisky intake is getting out of hand.

"I feel sick, really sick. I'm just scared… tired… I hate being a shinigami. I wish I stayed dead forever and ever. Why can't I? Why can't I stay dead! This gruesome ghoul that walks the night reaping souls from the dying… I'm nothing but a demon. That's what a shinigami is right? A being that takes souls and collects them? That's what I've seen several demons do anyways. Some don't use the cinematic records and the energy, but are only collecting souls to study them. I'm starting to believe shinigamis are no different than demons… sick demons with green eyes that slowly turn yellow with experience. It disgusts me. It disgusts me that I'm stuck here. I want to go home! I want to see someone I know!... Screw this. I'm going to go to the opium joint again. I need to relax a little."

"How can Roze say I'm an addict? I am not! Not! That idiot doesn't know what she's talking about! I am completely fine, I swear! Besides no one else seems to care about my drinking anyways. Boss could care less about my problems. No one cares. I don't see the point in living. Maybe if I drink, smoke, and drink again I can kill myself? I can't leave this cursed place. It's a living nightmare. Maybe I'm just asleep! No I'm not. I'm fully awake. Damn it. Maybe if I kill someone I'll feel better. No one cares if another human dies anyways. I can slit their throat and collect their record. No one will notice and care. Maybe I'll eat a soul? That's what I'm created to do after all. This shinigami job is only because they found me when I woke up, but really they're not doing a damn thing for me. If only I could end my life… Will Death come if I call for him? I tried to get Marius to show up, but he won't. He must hate me for some reason. I just know it. He doesn't love me… Death doesn't even love me. He won't let me die. Well I'll show them! Maybe the smoking will burn my insides. I can feel them getting damaged anyways…"

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"… I am trying to cut back now, thanks to Alex. I don't know what I would do without him. Roze too. They're the only ones around here that care if I try to kill myself again. The death scythe I have didn't do anything, but the knife Alex gave me was doing wonders. I'm glad Roze is hiding it from me… I really am.

"Even if I'm glad for their kindness I need to leave. I can't stand to hurt them again if I get drunk and start killing innocent beings again. I can't disappoint them if I end up in a salon again… I need to go. I need to run away. I'll feel better when I do. Maybe I can find my way back home.

"I feel an invisible force is pulling on me, telling me to go back, but I can't. How can I if no one will let me? That's why I need to go. I'll leave a note for Alex and Roze to find, but I need to find my way back home. My way back to sanity. Will I ever be sane? No. No one can ever be sane in this world of ours, but I want to see Undertaker again. Maybe Julia will help me? I don't know, but I need someone I know and trust to help me. Alex helps, but my nightmares aren't stopping. They're growing intense every night. I can feel the humans dying, my hand taking their souls away in one swoop. I never did that, take souls out with my black haze, but for some reason I am in those dreams. Is it because I'm a Serbus? Because I have that other soul living inside of me? Maybe that is it… It probably is. I need to come into terms with myself, but I can't do it here. I need to leave for a while and find my place again. I need to find my laughter again. I must have misplaced it at one point here in the desert."

"… And that's where I stopped," she finished with a sigh. "Then my next entry is about a dead body I found in a swamp and how I tried to put it back together," she chuckled to herself as she tilted her head over the armrest and looked over at Alex. "So? What do you think?"

" I'm sorry that you thought leaving would help you and I couldn't," Alex sighed as he set his pen down in exhaustion and drank from his tea, "but at least you came back with a smile on your face. I can't believe you left without telling me… I could have gone with you –"

"That's the thing," she shrugged, "You wouldn't have helped if you came with me. I needed things to work out and being alone helps me the best. Well… that and talking with other people, but no one was around for me to talk to," she chuckled. "Now if you excuse me," she said as she flipped through her book to the page she was reading from earlier in the night, "I'm going to get back to reading. I simply felt that I should get that off of my chest."

"Alright," Alex smiled, picking up his pen again and beginning to write. "Stay here as long as you need. I'll make sure no one bothers you." Sophie nodded and gave him a smile, looking back to her book as she continued to read.

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"Hey Agon –" Jericho paused, noticing the sleeping woman on his couch curled up in a tight ball. "… Did you know that I've been looking for her this whole time?"

"You were?" Alex raised an eyebrow before finishing the form he was signing and setting it to the side. "I came to work early and we started talking. What are you here for?"

"I was going to ask where Sophie was hiding, but apparently I found her," he chuckled lightly as he closed the door behind him and walked over to the couch. Jericho sat down next her body and noticed she had her black book open to a page towards the end of the book.

'…It's fascinating to collect bloods. It seems that blood is different in different beings, by their color and texture mostly. Today a demon was bleeding blue blood so I decided to collect it, putting it in my cabinet to save for later. I always believe the best way to tell the differences from beings are both the blood and their energy. They are both linked together neatly in a tight bow. I guess the closer you are from being human, the closer you can see the different colors of energy they have and the variations in between.'

'May 4th, 1888

'Flumina fluunt, purum ac crystallinum, at rubra flumina debet capi interius mihi. Fluminis ut rubra, cessaverunt apud alba retia. Prohibere modo, prohibere minuo.

'A demon told me about this common spell, but it doesn't work when I tried it. I created a better one for healing, not just for blood but for all ways of healing physically.

'Flumina fluunt, purum ac crystallinum, sed spiritus capi interius mihi. Fluminis ut lucida, cessaverunt apud alba retia. Prohibere modo, prohibere fluunt.

'It actually worked when I hummed it to myself, repeating it over and over as I gathered souls. The souls immediately went into my scythe, not fighting me as human souls usually do. Just the other day I got a gash in my arm and I healed it with this chant. I don't know if it's just me or if it works for other supernatural beings, but if it works then it works.'

'May 7th, 1888

'I meet a new God of Death today. Sheldon Beelzebub Shemal. He takes demon souls to the underworld, like shinigamis take human souls to be collected for Doomsday. I never realized that there are demons out there reaping the dead as shinigamis do. Is this how it used to be years ago? Now I ask: Who chooses the beings that become death? Could it be that Death itself has chosen each one of us for our roles as Gods of Death, Death Gods, and etcetera, or is it a different force that chooses our roles for us? Could it be the Fates? Are these gods and goddesses of old still around and we don't realize it?...'

Jericho smiled; closing the book for her and setting it back down next to her. "When she wakes up have her reap twelve souls on the list and then call it a day."

"You're not going easy on her, are you Mr.Serkan~?" Alex chuckled as he stood up and shuffled the papers together in one tall, neat stack.

"No," Jericho shrugged, "… Okay maybe I am, but you know Sophie. She'll work and work till she passes out. So do take care of her –"

"Hey I've known her more then you," Alex huffed. "I know how to take care of her. Go back to work Jericho. I'll handle everything."

"Alright," Jericho laughed at him, walking to the door and closing it behind him.

Alex let out a tired sigh, looking over at Sophie before looking back down at his stack of papers. "Shit," he grumbled as he sat back down, "I am turning into Tyrant. Shit."

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The group of shinigamis looked over at the laughter as they saw two women walking up the stairs and down the hallway, both of them covered in a large amount of crimson red and dirtying the ground with fresh dripping blood falling onto the floor. "Sophia!" Alan gasped, "What happened –"

"The best thing ever~!" Sophie laughed as she nudged Rose in the shoulder as they made their way to them. "We… oh hello. Who are you?" she smiled sweetly, looking down at a long blonde haired shinigami sitting in her chair and chewing on her pen.

"Oh Sophie!" Ronald chuckled as he halted his conversation with the woman in Sophie's chair and looked up at her. "You're back – What's with the blood?" he tilted his head to the side.

"Well there was this banshee –"

"Hey wait now!" Sophie huffed, "I still want to know who this woman sitting in my chair is."

"M-me?" the woman responded confused as she turned around to look at the blood-soaked, intimidating woman.

"Yep," Sophie nodded, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her gaze on the woman's startled shinigami green eyes hidden behind thin-rimmed gray glasses.

"Jennifer League miss, but you can call me Jenny," she sighed nervously, "and who are you?"

"Sophia Serbus, director for the Paranormal Operations Department in the British Isles. I think you may know me as the Dark Rider~?" Sophie chuckled as she set her bloody hat down on her desk and startling Jenny as she took the pen out of her mouth and set it down on her desk. Jenny looked at her wide-eyed, but Sophie ignored her as she turned her direction back to Rose. "Okay now tell them," she chuckled lightly as she began to take off her bloody gloves and throw them on an empty part of her desk. "You're as excited as a rabbit in a cabbage patch."

"Okay we went on a mission to Scotland to reap a few souls when a banshee started screaming in our ears. God she made my ears bleed!" Rose shuddered with disgust.

"No kidding," Sophie laughed, "but I chased it away and we were able to reap the souls in not time."

"So why are you bloody this time?" Eric asked, deciding listening to them was better than reading his papers any day.

"We ran into marching hordes as we made our way back," Rose explained, "and they went after us clawing and scratching at us."

"We avoided them by jumping into a lake, but then a kelpie came out of the water trying to tear us apart –"

"Actually tear Sophie apart –"

"And you saved me –"

"Yes I did," Rose smirked triumphantly.

"But when she was killing the kelpie a mob of dearg-due came at us, flapping their wings at us and trying to bite our necks," Sophie sighed as she rubbed the back of her head, "and that's where all the blood came from."

"Yeah," Rose chuckled. "Blood everywhere. Why did you have to get so messy with it anyways? –"

"Because it's fun silly," she grinned at her. "And then there was… oh what was it again?"

"The vetala?" Rose raised an eyebrow.

"Aw yes that's what it's called!" Sophie chuckled to herself as she grabbed her water skin from her bag and then threw it under her desk. "We had one more soul to reap in the middle of an unmarked graveyard. When we got there, there were two vetalas walking around the graveyard possessing these two corpses."

"That's what killed the poor girl," Rose sighed to herself and shook her head, "but the vetalas were planning on eating her leftover body. They were growing fangs and everything."

"Luckily for me I was able to tell that they weren't dead for very long, so I took off a few feet away from the graveyard and found their bodies mangled up in a ditch," Sophie explained.

"So I," Rose smiled, "took on the vetalas for the soul. My scythe is made out of the finest silver, so when I stabbed it into the vetalas they fell to the ground paralyzed for a few minutes before getting back up again to kill me."

"In the meantime I grabbed their weak old bodies out of the ditch and carried them up to the graveyard. I took out a shovel and dug two holes big enough for the bodies and set them inside, working fast before Rose got her face ripped off," Sophie grinned happily in Rose's face. "Once I buried their bodies the souls departed and were able to requiescat in pace. After that I found a few sticks in the woods around us and made two grave markers for the two bodies –"

"And Sophie said a beautiful~ prayer," Rose smiled happily.

"What?" Sophie raised an eyebrow. "Anima eius et animae omnium fidelium defunctorum per Dei misericordiam requiescant in pace," she said quickly, "you mean that one?"

"Yes," Rose crossed her arms over her chest, "but you said it in a more loving~ way."

"Yeah well," Sophie shrugged, "why shouldn't I? They're humans that died, which is how you properly say a prayer to the dead around here –"

"But it was cute!" Rose giggled as she grabbed Sophie around the waist and nuzzled her cheek. "When I die you have to do that at my funeral."

"Oh god," Sophie shook her head and face palmed into her hand. "Okay let's make something clear~" she huffed as she unraveled Rose's arms around her waist and turned around, "I~~ am going to die before you so you~ have to do it for me, okay?" she smirked and gave Rose a wide grin.

"Nope," she shook her head, poking Sophie in the chest, "I wouldn't know where to start."

"Then have Alistair do it," Sophie chuckled and poked her nose, causing Rose to let go and rub her nose with discomfort, "or Undertaker, whatever! Sheesh! I'm almost dead every other day!"

"I thought it was every~ day," Rose snickered.

"Well~… That too," Sophie smirked. "Had fun?"

"Yep," Rose chuckled as she snatched Sophie's gloves off of her desk and began to scratch the dry blood off of them, "Haven't had that much fun in eons~"

"Don't you mean two years?" Sophie responded.

"Yeah okay," Rose shook her head and looked at her gloves. "How are we going to get the demon blood off of this?"

"Luckily it wasn't very powerful demons," Sophie sighed, "so a lot of elbow grease and some ammoni –"

"That's your game huh?" Rose sighed. "Getting high on the fumes again –"

"Hey I am not!" Sophie huffed, feeling hurt by Rose's words, "Just that's what you have to use on these types of fabrics. Well enough with this story. If Mr. Spears asks where I am tell him I'll be back once I get some of this blood off."

"Can do!" Ronald giving her a thumbs up as Sophie shook her head as she chuckled to herself, grabbing her hat from her desk and leaving.

Once they left Eric and Ronald laughed, Alan sighing as he turned back to his desk to work. "She's like Grell!" Eric chuckled.

"No kidding!" Ronald sighed. "Oh sorry about that. I should have told you about how she gets –"

"It's alright Ronald," Jenny smiled to him. "You don't have to explain. So… so she is the Dark Rider?"

"One and only," Ronald smiled.

"Oh…" she frowned, looking at her clothes and making sure her clothes didn't get blood on them. Letting out a glad sigh she looked back at him with a slight smile, fixing the big gray hair bow on her head before speaking again. "She doesn't seem to like me –"

"That's because you were chewing on her pen and sitting at her desk," Alan explained with his back turned to them.

"Don't worry," Eric smirked, "she's not into Ronald."

"W-what?" Ronald looked at him wide-eyed, confused at his words.

Jenny snickered at Ronald's response as she got up to leave. "I have a few more things to do before I leave. See you later?"

"See yeah," Ronald waved, watching as she walked up the stairs and vanished from sight.

"You're not just banging her are you?" Eric asked with a raised eyebrow.

"What? Oh not her," Ronald shook his head. "Well… not yet I guess," he shrugged.

"God could you two shut up so I can work," Alan rolled his eyes as he wrote on papers tediously and put them off to the side, trying not to hear the two's conversation on the topic of bed chambers and other sexual pleasures.

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A/N: TADA! Finally got around to adding someone else's OC X3 Sadly you don't get a lot of screen time, but don't worry. I'll add more later in future chapters. Once again I'm sorry for not posting this sooner. I may be on spring break, but I've had to help my father out in the yard chopping up wood and etc. So if I don't end up posting another chapter that's because he's forced me to work till Monday. So… yeah. BYE!

Sheldon – English – protected hill; deep valley

Beezebub – "lord of the flies" or "lord of the (heavenly) dwelling"; "prince of the demons", among the three most prominent fallen angels; claims to cause destruction through tyrants, cause demons to be worshipped among men, to excite priests to lust, to cause jealousies in cities and murders, and to bring on war; currently labeled as the demon prince of gluttony

Shemal – Syrian – left; in mythology, name of the Lord of the genii and demons

Afanasei – Russian – immortal

Flumina fluunt, purum ac crystallinum, at rubra flumina debet capi interius mihi. Fluminis ut rubra, cessaverunt apud alba retia. Prohibere modo, prohibere minuo – Latin – Rivers flow, pure and crystalline, but red river must be trapped inside me. River so red, stopped with the white net. Stop now, stop this bleed

Flumina fluunt, purum ac crystallinum, sed spiritus capi interius mihi. Fluminis ut lucida, cessaverunt apud alba retia. Prohibere modo, prohibere fluunt – Latin – Rivers flow, pure and crystalline, but the spirit must be trapped inside me. River so bright, stopped with the white net. Stop now, stop the flow

requiescat in pace – Latin – rest in peace

anima eius et animae omnium fidelium defunctorum per Dei misericordiam requiescant in pace – Latin – may his soul and the souls of all the departed faithful by God's mercy rest in peace