TITLE: A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; Behind the Cloak and Sickle (Part25of30)
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: George and the concept is not mine, it belongs to MGM, showcase, Ellen Muth, and the creator of the series, the new characters are mine, but I don't think anyone will be borrowing them.
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George romance
SUMMARY: Another twenty years in the future, George deals with another loss, as the temp shows her a good time the leads George to some soul searching.
AUTHORS NOTES: Today's featured songs, is from a really great guy, Aaron Saloman, the name of the tune is "ode to a friend" originally done by the band he was in in his younger days, in season. As for the story, this one went a little arey, I hope it works. Damn fate! This is getting more and more depressing as I go on… yeeesh… I'm really excited about finally being able to reveal the end, only a few chappies left folks! Whatever shall you do without this series??? That no more then twenty thing I had in mind is soo out the window sweat drop
Today I got the worst news I think I've ever received, through a mass email. Reggie had died, and her children had decided to send an email to everyone on her contact list. I didn't even read how she died before I could not see the screen for tears. I always knew the day would come, but I hoped that I would be done being a reaper by the time it happened, no such luck, fate simply liked to toy with my emotions.
I heard a light knock on the door, the new temp who had been with us for two weeks was slowly opening the door. She was very in tuned, and I really got along with her. I looked up and she immediately hugged me. I was unable to speak, but was glad to have a female friend be there for me, Colt would never understand the loss I felt about losing Reggie again.
"I had a feeling something was wrong," Katri explained.
"I just found out that my sister died," I whispered.
"Oh! That's not good, not good at all, I couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose my sister for a second time. That's what scared me about doing what you did."
I shrugged. "I never thought about her going before me. I've lost everyone who I used to know when I was really young!"
"I know, I know, I remember what that felt like, and then after all that I was shipped over here to finish my sentence, away from anything familiar."
"At least you know that your sentence is almost done."
We had started to refer to our time as a reaper as a sentence, it really did feel like that. I liked Katri, and was going to be a little sad to see her go, even if I didn't really know her. I wished that she would have been with us longer. She had been a physic when she was alive, and apparently being undead really helps those abilities. We would talk for hours on end, we were like long lost best friends, and I never felt strange talking to her about my problems.
"George?" she asked. "It was her time you know?"
I nodded. "I wish it was mine too."
"Your time will be coming up sooner then you think, and you'll probably upset to be leaving this world behind, even with all the good that lies ahead."
I shook my head. "You have quiet the way with words."
She laughed. "So I've been told. Wished I could have talked my way out of being murdered."
"If you were murdered how did you not end up in this division to start with?"
"Who knows, maybe they were doing the same thing with a temp then too."
I shrugged. "Probably."
"Funny with all the things I could see coming I never could see death coming."
"That would have been an unfair advantage as a reaper."
"I guess you're right. So do you know how your sister died?"
"No, I just got a mass email, I think her age caught up to her."
She nodded. "Ever wish you could age?"
"Yeah, sometimes, I'm kind of sick of being in an eighteen year old's body."
She laughed. "Some people would kill to be eighteen forever."
"It would be great to be eighteen forever if I felt that age."
"Touché!"
We both started to laugh. Somehow no matter how upset I was Katri could make me forget about my problems at least for a little while. I really was going to miss her once she left the group, she was the first temp I actually gave a damn about. I'd mess around with a few of the male ones but it didn't mean anything, it was just a way to get my sex fix. After Luc though, I always made sure that they didn't know Mason.
The house had become communal, and although a part of me liked to always have people around, I really hated losing so much of my privacy after having it for so long. For the most part the temps were good at keeping out of my shit but there were times when they would snoop around, and it pissed me off a lot. After all I was nice enough to offer them a place the least they could do is respect the rules of my home.
Sure enough right in the middle of our conversation we heard Anika and Drew show up. I always wondered if something was going on between the two of them because they always seemed to show up together. If there was they were very good at keeping secrets, because no one was every able to find out for sure. We went downstairs, where Colt was already sitting drinking his coffee. Anika passed around the post-its and we all went on our way. Some days we would have a sort of staff meeting, explaining when a temp was leaving, or anything important that needed to be shared with the group. Anika was a good group leader, but a part of me missed Rube, and I really missed meeting at Der Waffle Haus, even tough it had closed soon after we stopped making it our meeting spot. Funny how things like that happen.
I looked at my post-it, I was so sick of seeing post-its, with a quasi-name written on it, and ETD, and a place I had no choice but to go to in order to collect another fucking soul. I wished sometimes that people would just stop dying, and I could just move on and be with all the people that I loved. It was funny how you could not be bothered by death one moment, and another it was the worst thing in the world. It was not that I cared if J. Longview was going to die today, I'm sure he would be missed, I didn't know the guy. I didn't grieve, it was just my job, but R. Lass being dead was a big deal to me. As someone had once told me "it's only tragedy when it effects you," and nothing could be more true.
As I went to where J. Longview was to meet his maker my mind was on Reggie, and everyone I had ever lost, my mom, Mason, Daisy, Betty, Rube, everyone. I very rarely thought about my dad, but knew that he had died some time ago, I couldn't tell you when, I had stopped caring about him long before he died. I wondered what Reggie had thought about him in her last moments, if she had forgiven him for what he had done, me, I never would. I was technically seventy eight and I still didn't have it my heart to forgive him. I was seventy eight!? No wonder it was Reggie's time! Her kids would look older then me! That depressed me a lot.
I collected the soul of J. Longview who had somehow ended up getting run over by a steam roller. Was it just me or were the gravelings watching too many old cartoons! A steam roller, he actually got in the path of a steam roller. I wasn't really paying attention as to how, I just took his soul, and was glad that I didn't have to deal with helping him to move on. A steam roller, that was a first for me, and it did make me smile. I got back to the house, glad that no one seemed to be there. I went into my room, locked the door and put on the radio, I had been turning to music a lot of late, as a way to help me feel better. Colt telling me about the healing power of music may have helped a lot. But I was glad that I had started to listen to music, somehow it made me feel like I wasn't alone in the world. As I laid there I heard a really nice song.
That was funny, and yet it was sadly depressing
Maybe the two go hand in hand
Words lose their meaning by I still find purpose
If I don't try to understand
Help me to see that not all things are cursed
Help me to see the other side
Happiness beckons but emptiness swallows
All of our aspirations
Now I know that at the time has come to look back on the good times we had
Now that they're gone I remember them better then when they were here
I know it's too late, where did they go?
That was funny, and yet it was sadly depressing
Maybe the two go hand in hand
Words lose their meaning by I still find purpose
If I don't try to understand
Now I know that at the time has come to look back on the good times we had
Now that they're gone I remember them better then when they were here
I know it's too late, where did they go?
Where did they go? where did they go?
Where did they go? where did they go?
It made me think of Reggie, and a poem she had shown me many years ago, around the time that our parents had split up. It made me cry, but it also made me feel a little better. It was a really nice song, and really spoke to me. Petting one of the cats, we now seemed to also take in stray cats, I'm not really sure how it started, but it happened shortly after Colby died. We had about five cats, and the black one that always liked to cuddle with me was my favorite. We called her Melody because she was so loud.
I knesw early on to how to deal with seeing death on a regular basis, it's a totally different story to deal with deaths of people you know, especially when it seems like it was every single person I knew who had died. Sure they had been replaced, if you would, but the group was not the same was when I started, and I missed everyone dearly. I was fine with the whole death thing up until I lost my sister, and that was something I hardly dealt with.
I could not even say goodbye to her, as one I couldn't have gone to London even if I wanted to, but more importantly if I did I could not explain myself once I got there. No one would believe the truth that I was a friend since she lived in North America, and I could not lie about why I wanted to say goodbye to her, so I was forced to do it an ocean away.
I was realizing that I was starting to become that crazy little old lady that spoke to her cats, and kept to herself sane. Although, I didn't look like a little old lady I felt like one. Everyone who looked at me could not guess that I was over twenty five, and getting ID ed for eighty plus years is not a fun thing! Some people say that its flattering but I most certainly would not think that!
I was so frustrated with my life, and since it was an afterlife of sorts I couldn't even do anything about it but home that news would soon come that I would be reaping my last soul. I pet the cat, crying, and ended up falling asleep in the middle of the day.
I was woken up to the sound of knocking at my door, and Katri saying "George are you up?" I always hated when people asked that, because if you answered you were obviously up.
"No!" I replied.
She entered the room. "Oh, good you are, sorry to wake you up."
"Whatever, I shouldn't be sleeping right now anyway."
"Yeah, I guess not, huh? Anyway, guess what!?"
"Chicken butt."
She laughed. "You're so funny! No, no tomorrow's my last day!"
"Good for you," I said way more unenthusiastically then I had intended."I know that you want it to be your last day, but can't you at least pretend to be happy for me."
"I am happy for you, Katri, really I am, it's just that…"
"Today's been a really shitty day?"
"Yeah, I can't stop thinking about everything and everyone that I've lost in my life."
"It's hard isn't it? I've seen so many things in my life, and the hardest things to get over were the loses of family and friends."
I nodded. "I know how you feel."
"Well, I just hope that what I'm thinking is right and I'm going to be able to see them soon, and I hope that you will too."I tried to smile. "I'm trying really hard to be positive, I am but it's just not working."
"You need to get out! We're having a girls night on my last day as a reaper!"
"What?"
Before I knew what was going on she was rummaging through my closet, and throwing clothes at me. She didn't have to tell me, but I went to the bathroom and tried them on. Before long I was in a short blue skirt I had not worn in ages, and she was wearing my favorite little black dress, we were ready for a night on the town. I looked really good, and for the first time in a long time I actually felt like I was under forty, I actually felt like I was eighteen again. I really needed that push out of bed to make me feel human again. The whole night I didn't think of anything or anybody that brought me down, it was amazing! The best part was that I had a lot of young guys hitting on me, and buying me drinks.
After a while I realized that Katri had gone outside with one of the guys, while I had stuck up quiet the conversation with a guy named, Chris, I had started using the name Leena a while back, and only kept the Millie thing for when talking to Reggie.
"So Leena, how old are you?" asked Chris.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I told him, smiling.
He laughed. "All right I'll just assume you're just twenty-one. Which means you're only five years younger then me."
I smiled, if only he knew the truth! Whatever, I was having a good time, and for the first time since I became a reaper I felt like I was alive again. Even when I was with Mason I didn't really feel like I was alive, I felt like I was living again, but it's hard to feel alive with another person who is undead. We ended up bring the guys home with us, and we were both glad that Colt seemed to be out for the evening.
It was funny before that night I had only had sex with reapers, and it was very different somehow with someone who's still alive. Maybe it was because the reapers knew that they were going to be moving on, or maybe the undead just didn't have any sort of zest for life. I'm not saying Chris was better then Mason but he was the best casual sex I've ever had, and I was glad that Katri had dragged me out of the house. It temporarily made me forget about my problems.
I felt a little ashamed but before he went I gave him a fake number, I'm sure he was a nice guy, but I only wanted one thing that night, and I got it. I knew that the guy Katri was with had already left, so I went downstairs.
"Thank you for dragging me out," I said.
"No problem! I can't believe you don't do that more often! I mean reapers are fun to play with but there's so much more risk involved."
"I don't usually have anyone to go out to the bars with."
She shrugged. "Well that shouldn't stop you from having a good time."
"I don't do this that often you know, just when I really need it."
She nodded. "I just like sex, and lots of it. I thought you were the same way."
"Not exactly."
"Whatever, so did you give him your number?"
"I gave him a fake one?"
"No why would you go and do something silly like that he's pretty hot, and he has stamina he's a definite keeper."
"I'm not looking for anything long term."
"How said anything about long term? I meant keep him around when you're need of a fix. So was he any good?"
I blushed. "I don't usually talk about things like that."
She shrugged. "You mean you never spoke to anyone the entire time you were with that Mason guy?"
"Sometimes I'd talk to Daisy, but for the most part no, it seems kind of personal to be telling the whole world."
"You're not telling the whole world just the people you trust."
"Whatever. Katri, look I just don't wanna talk about it, all right. I had a good night, let's not ruin it by getting into a fight."
"All right whatever you want. I wonder who wore the pants in your relationship."
"Hey!"
"Come on George, lighten up, it's a good thing."
I shrugged. "It's been a long night, I'm going to bed."
"Want some company?"
I did a double take. "Excuse me?"
"Don't tell me you've never wanted to sleep with a girl!"
"Katri, look, just stay on the couch."
"I didn't mean to freak you out. I just thought-"
"Do me a favor and stop thinking all right? You know what happens when you assume."
I went upstairs and wondered if it was the alcohol that made Katri act the way she was, or if she was just a damn good actress, who had fooled me into thinking she was a person I actually wanted to be friends with. I had had a really good night, and wished that the last bit of it could be erased. Strangely a part of me also regretted not giving Chris my number. I heard the door open, and assumed it was Colt, I put on my bathrobe and went downstairs.
"You're home late," I whispered.
"Bad day at the office," he said with a sigh.
"Care to talk about it?"
"Yeah, come on downstairs, don't mind the mess."
"Colt I don't think your room has been clean since the day you moved in."
He shrugged. "Why is it that some people just can't get it through their heads?"
"Get what through their heads?"
"That I don't know all the answers. I try to do my job, and I don't know what happens after this stage! I wish people would just stop asking me things I just can't answer! I wish I knew what was lying ahead for everyone. I wish I knew that there was something good waiting around the bend, but I don't! All I know is that they should feel fucking lucky that they're not stuck being a grim reaper!"
"Don't I know it."
"What did you do tonight?"
"Had a girls night with Katri, it's her last day."
"Lucky slut!"
I looked at him. "That was uncalled for."
"She is a slut you know, and don't turn into one like she is."
"What?"
"I can see her spinning her web on you, she's a slut, and she wants you to be one too."
I looked at my fingers. "Look I have certain needs you know?"
"I know, but don't go after everything you see."
"How would you know she does?"
"For one thing she hit on me, for another she hit on Drew, who was even less impressed. I'm pretty sure she hits on women too. I'm sure you to get along when it comes to a lot of things, but don't let what she tells you change the way you act." "Colt you worry too much."
"As much as I love talking to you, I've had a rough day, and need to get some sleep." I nodded. "I should do that too, but I have so much on my mind."
"I'm sorry about Reggie, I know she meant a lot to you."
I nodded, leaving the room. Just when I thought that my world could not fall apart anymore then it already had, it did. Fate had kicked me in the ass again, and had dangled what I thought was a friend in front of me just long enough to see that she was nothing but a fake, and I lost my sister. Everyone from my old life was gone, and I wondered how I was going to deal with it. I knew why the living turned to suicide, an option I wished I had.
End
End note: uh, I think that one went off on a tangent, and I also think that I need to touch on a few issues brought up b4 going for the final time jump…
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: George and the concept is not mine, it belongs to MGM, showcase, Ellen Muth, and the creator of the series, the new characters are mine, but I don't think anyone will be borrowing them.
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George romance
SUMMARY: Another twenty years in the future, George deals with another loss, as the temp shows her a good time the leads George to some soul searching.
AUTHORS NOTES: Today's featured songs, is from a really great guy, Aaron Saloman, the name of the tune is "ode to a friend" originally done by the band he was in in his younger days, in season. As for the story, this one went a little arey, I hope it works. Damn fate! This is getting more and more depressing as I go on… yeeesh… I'm really excited about finally being able to reveal the end, only a few chappies left folks! Whatever shall you do without this series??? That no more then twenty thing I had in mind is soo out the window sweat drop
Today I got the worst news I think I've ever received, through a mass email. Reggie had died, and her children had decided to send an email to everyone on her contact list. I didn't even read how she died before I could not see the screen for tears. I always knew the day would come, but I hoped that I would be done being a reaper by the time it happened, no such luck, fate simply liked to toy with my emotions.
I heard a light knock on the door, the new temp who had been with us for two weeks was slowly opening the door. She was very in tuned, and I really got along with her. I looked up and she immediately hugged me. I was unable to speak, but was glad to have a female friend be there for me, Colt would never understand the loss I felt about losing Reggie again.
"I had a feeling something was wrong," Katri explained.
"I just found out that my sister died," I whispered.
"Oh! That's not good, not good at all, I couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose my sister for a second time. That's what scared me about doing what you did."
I shrugged. "I never thought about her going before me. I've lost everyone who I used to know when I was really young!"
"I know, I know, I remember what that felt like, and then after all that I was shipped over here to finish my sentence, away from anything familiar."
"At least you know that your sentence is almost done."
We had started to refer to our time as a reaper as a sentence, it really did feel like that. I liked Katri, and was going to be a little sad to see her go, even if I didn't really know her. I wished that she would have been with us longer. She had been a physic when she was alive, and apparently being undead really helps those abilities. We would talk for hours on end, we were like long lost best friends, and I never felt strange talking to her about my problems.
"George?" she asked. "It was her time you know?"
I nodded. "I wish it was mine too."
"Your time will be coming up sooner then you think, and you'll probably upset to be leaving this world behind, even with all the good that lies ahead."
I shook my head. "You have quiet the way with words."
She laughed. "So I've been told. Wished I could have talked my way out of being murdered."
"If you were murdered how did you not end up in this division to start with?"
"Who knows, maybe they were doing the same thing with a temp then too."
I shrugged. "Probably."
"Funny with all the things I could see coming I never could see death coming."
"That would have been an unfair advantage as a reaper."
"I guess you're right. So do you know how your sister died?"
"No, I just got a mass email, I think her age caught up to her."
She nodded. "Ever wish you could age?"
"Yeah, sometimes, I'm kind of sick of being in an eighteen year old's body."
She laughed. "Some people would kill to be eighteen forever."
"It would be great to be eighteen forever if I felt that age."
"Touché!"
We both started to laugh. Somehow no matter how upset I was Katri could make me forget about my problems at least for a little while. I really was going to miss her once she left the group, she was the first temp I actually gave a damn about. I'd mess around with a few of the male ones but it didn't mean anything, it was just a way to get my sex fix. After Luc though, I always made sure that they didn't know Mason.
The house had become communal, and although a part of me liked to always have people around, I really hated losing so much of my privacy after having it for so long. For the most part the temps were good at keeping out of my shit but there were times when they would snoop around, and it pissed me off a lot. After all I was nice enough to offer them a place the least they could do is respect the rules of my home.
Sure enough right in the middle of our conversation we heard Anika and Drew show up. I always wondered if something was going on between the two of them because they always seemed to show up together. If there was they were very good at keeping secrets, because no one was every able to find out for sure. We went downstairs, where Colt was already sitting drinking his coffee. Anika passed around the post-its and we all went on our way. Some days we would have a sort of staff meeting, explaining when a temp was leaving, or anything important that needed to be shared with the group. Anika was a good group leader, but a part of me missed Rube, and I really missed meeting at Der Waffle Haus, even tough it had closed soon after we stopped making it our meeting spot. Funny how things like that happen.
I looked at my post-it, I was so sick of seeing post-its, with a quasi-name written on it, and ETD, and a place I had no choice but to go to in order to collect another fucking soul. I wished sometimes that people would just stop dying, and I could just move on and be with all the people that I loved. It was funny how you could not be bothered by death one moment, and another it was the worst thing in the world. It was not that I cared if J. Longview was going to die today, I'm sure he would be missed, I didn't know the guy. I didn't grieve, it was just my job, but R. Lass being dead was a big deal to me. As someone had once told me "it's only tragedy when it effects you," and nothing could be more true.
As I went to where J. Longview was to meet his maker my mind was on Reggie, and everyone I had ever lost, my mom, Mason, Daisy, Betty, Rube, everyone. I very rarely thought about my dad, but knew that he had died some time ago, I couldn't tell you when, I had stopped caring about him long before he died. I wondered what Reggie had thought about him in her last moments, if she had forgiven him for what he had done, me, I never would. I was technically seventy eight and I still didn't have it my heart to forgive him. I was seventy eight!? No wonder it was Reggie's time! Her kids would look older then me! That depressed me a lot.
I collected the soul of J. Longview who had somehow ended up getting run over by a steam roller. Was it just me or were the gravelings watching too many old cartoons! A steam roller, he actually got in the path of a steam roller. I wasn't really paying attention as to how, I just took his soul, and was glad that I didn't have to deal with helping him to move on. A steam roller, that was a first for me, and it did make me smile. I got back to the house, glad that no one seemed to be there. I went into my room, locked the door and put on the radio, I had been turning to music a lot of late, as a way to help me feel better. Colt telling me about the healing power of music may have helped a lot. But I was glad that I had started to listen to music, somehow it made me feel like I wasn't alone in the world. As I laid there I heard a really nice song.
That was funny, and yet it was sadly depressing
Maybe the two go hand in hand
Words lose their meaning by I still find purpose
If I don't try to understand
Help me to see that not all things are cursed
Help me to see the other side
Happiness beckons but emptiness swallows
All of our aspirations
Now I know that at the time has come to look back on the good times we had
Now that they're gone I remember them better then when they were here
I know it's too late, where did they go?
That was funny, and yet it was sadly depressing
Maybe the two go hand in hand
Words lose their meaning by I still find purpose
If I don't try to understand
Now I know that at the time has come to look back on the good times we had
Now that they're gone I remember them better then when they were here
I know it's too late, where did they go?
Where did they go? where did they go?
Where did they go? where did they go?
It made me think of Reggie, and a poem she had shown me many years ago, around the time that our parents had split up. It made me cry, but it also made me feel a little better. It was a really nice song, and really spoke to me. Petting one of the cats, we now seemed to also take in stray cats, I'm not really sure how it started, but it happened shortly after Colby died. We had about five cats, and the black one that always liked to cuddle with me was my favorite. We called her Melody because she was so loud.
I knesw early on to how to deal with seeing death on a regular basis, it's a totally different story to deal with deaths of people you know, especially when it seems like it was every single person I knew who had died. Sure they had been replaced, if you would, but the group was not the same was when I started, and I missed everyone dearly. I was fine with the whole death thing up until I lost my sister, and that was something I hardly dealt with.
I could not even say goodbye to her, as one I couldn't have gone to London even if I wanted to, but more importantly if I did I could not explain myself once I got there. No one would believe the truth that I was a friend since she lived in North America, and I could not lie about why I wanted to say goodbye to her, so I was forced to do it an ocean away.
I was realizing that I was starting to become that crazy little old lady that spoke to her cats, and kept to herself sane. Although, I didn't look like a little old lady I felt like one. Everyone who looked at me could not guess that I was over twenty five, and getting ID ed for eighty plus years is not a fun thing! Some people say that its flattering but I most certainly would not think that!
I was so frustrated with my life, and since it was an afterlife of sorts I couldn't even do anything about it but home that news would soon come that I would be reaping my last soul. I pet the cat, crying, and ended up falling asleep in the middle of the day.
I was woken up to the sound of knocking at my door, and Katri saying "George are you up?" I always hated when people asked that, because if you answered you were obviously up.
"No!" I replied.
She entered the room. "Oh, good you are, sorry to wake you up."
"Whatever, I shouldn't be sleeping right now anyway."
"Yeah, I guess not, huh? Anyway, guess what!?"
"Chicken butt."
She laughed. "You're so funny! No, no tomorrow's my last day!"
"Good for you," I said way more unenthusiastically then I had intended."I know that you want it to be your last day, but can't you at least pretend to be happy for me."
"I am happy for you, Katri, really I am, it's just that…"
"Today's been a really shitty day?"
"Yeah, I can't stop thinking about everything and everyone that I've lost in my life."
"It's hard isn't it? I've seen so many things in my life, and the hardest things to get over were the loses of family and friends."
I nodded. "I know how you feel."
"Well, I just hope that what I'm thinking is right and I'm going to be able to see them soon, and I hope that you will too."I tried to smile. "I'm trying really hard to be positive, I am but it's just not working."
"You need to get out! We're having a girls night on my last day as a reaper!"
"What?"
Before I knew what was going on she was rummaging through my closet, and throwing clothes at me. She didn't have to tell me, but I went to the bathroom and tried them on. Before long I was in a short blue skirt I had not worn in ages, and she was wearing my favorite little black dress, we were ready for a night on the town. I looked really good, and for the first time in a long time I actually felt like I was under forty, I actually felt like I was eighteen again. I really needed that push out of bed to make me feel human again. The whole night I didn't think of anything or anybody that brought me down, it was amazing! The best part was that I had a lot of young guys hitting on me, and buying me drinks.
After a while I realized that Katri had gone outside with one of the guys, while I had stuck up quiet the conversation with a guy named, Chris, I had started using the name Leena a while back, and only kept the Millie thing for when talking to Reggie.
"So Leena, how old are you?" asked Chris.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I told him, smiling.
He laughed. "All right I'll just assume you're just twenty-one. Which means you're only five years younger then me."
I smiled, if only he knew the truth! Whatever, I was having a good time, and for the first time since I became a reaper I felt like I was alive again. Even when I was with Mason I didn't really feel like I was alive, I felt like I was living again, but it's hard to feel alive with another person who is undead. We ended up bring the guys home with us, and we were both glad that Colt seemed to be out for the evening.
It was funny before that night I had only had sex with reapers, and it was very different somehow with someone who's still alive. Maybe it was because the reapers knew that they were going to be moving on, or maybe the undead just didn't have any sort of zest for life. I'm not saying Chris was better then Mason but he was the best casual sex I've ever had, and I was glad that Katri had dragged me out of the house. It temporarily made me forget about my problems.
I felt a little ashamed but before he went I gave him a fake number, I'm sure he was a nice guy, but I only wanted one thing that night, and I got it. I knew that the guy Katri was with had already left, so I went downstairs.
"Thank you for dragging me out," I said.
"No problem! I can't believe you don't do that more often! I mean reapers are fun to play with but there's so much more risk involved."
"I don't usually have anyone to go out to the bars with."
She shrugged. "Well that shouldn't stop you from having a good time."
"I don't do this that often you know, just when I really need it."
She nodded. "I just like sex, and lots of it. I thought you were the same way."
"Not exactly."
"Whatever, so did you give him your number?"
"I gave him a fake one?"
"No why would you go and do something silly like that he's pretty hot, and he has stamina he's a definite keeper."
"I'm not looking for anything long term."
"How said anything about long term? I meant keep him around when you're need of a fix. So was he any good?"
I blushed. "I don't usually talk about things like that."
She shrugged. "You mean you never spoke to anyone the entire time you were with that Mason guy?"
"Sometimes I'd talk to Daisy, but for the most part no, it seems kind of personal to be telling the whole world."
"You're not telling the whole world just the people you trust."
"Whatever. Katri, look I just don't wanna talk about it, all right. I had a good night, let's not ruin it by getting into a fight."
"All right whatever you want. I wonder who wore the pants in your relationship."
"Hey!"
"Come on George, lighten up, it's a good thing."
I shrugged. "It's been a long night, I'm going to bed."
"Want some company?"
I did a double take. "Excuse me?"
"Don't tell me you've never wanted to sleep with a girl!"
"Katri, look, just stay on the couch."
"I didn't mean to freak you out. I just thought-"
"Do me a favor and stop thinking all right? You know what happens when you assume."
I went upstairs and wondered if it was the alcohol that made Katri act the way she was, or if she was just a damn good actress, who had fooled me into thinking she was a person I actually wanted to be friends with. I had had a really good night, and wished that the last bit of it could be erased. Strangely a part of me also regretted not giving Chris my number. I heard the door open, and assumed it was Colt, I put on my bathrobe and went downstairs.
"You're home late," I whispered.
"Bad day at the office," he said with a sigh.
"Care to talk about it?"
"Yeah, come on downstairs, don't mind the mess."
"Colt I don't think your room has been clean since the day you moved in."
He shrugged. "Why is it that some people just can't get it through their heads?"
"Get what through their heads?"
"That I don't know all the answers. I try to do my job, and I don't know what happens after this stage! I wish people would just stop asking me things I just can't answer! I wish I knew what was lying ahead for everyone. I wish I knew that there was something good waiting around the bend, but I don't! All I know is that they should feel fucking lucky that they're not stuck being a grim reaper!"
"Don't I know it."
"What did you do tonight?"
"Had a girls night with Katri, it's her last day."
"Lucky slut!"
I looked at him. "That was uncalled for."
"She is a slut you know, and don't turn into one like she is."
"What?"
"I can see her spinning her web on you, she's a slut, and she wants you to be one too."
I looked at my fingers. "Look I have certain needs you know?"
"I know, but don't go after everything you see."
"How would you know she does?"
"For one thing she hit on me, for another she hit on Drew, who was even less impressed. I'm pretty sure she hits on women too. I'm sure you to get along when it comes to a lot of things, but don't let what she tells you change the way you act." "Colt you worry too much."
"As much as I love talking to you, I've had a rough day, and need to get some sleep." I nodded. "I should do that too, but I have so much on my mind."
"I'm sorry about Reggie, I know she meant a lot to you."
I nodded, leaving the room. Just when I thought that my world could not fall apart anymore then it already had, it did. Fate had kicked me in the ass again, and had dangled what I thought was a friend in front of me just long enough to see that she was nothing but a fake, and I lost my sister. Everyone from my old life was gone, and I wondered how I was going to deal with it. I knew why the living turned to suicide, an option I wished I had.
End
End note: uh, I think that one went off on a tangent, and I also think that I need to touch on a few issues brought up b4 going for the final time jump…