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Chapter 3: Tomorrow seems like a lifetime away (Scarlet's POV)

My head finally stopped spinning and I almost fell over. I just felt like I had been ripped apart and forced back together again, the pain had been indescribable and all I could say was I hoped I'd never have to go through that again.

After standing there, leaning on something to steady my jellified legs I managed to open my eyes and look around. I was still standing in the library of the reaper realm but it looked different. There were nowhere near as many cinematic records on the shelves as before. It was as if I'd gone back in time, something I'd long believed to be impossible for any being.

I was interrupted by a familiar voice, although the tone was a lot bitterer than I was used to. Never the less I ducked behind a bookshelf; I wasn't meant to be there in any circumstances.

"Stupid William, thinking he can boss me about all he wants" Muttered the voice "Where's your paperwork Sutcliff? Why are you late Sutcliff? Stop flirting with that demon, Sutcliff! Do your job, Sutcliff! Take these to the library, Sutcliff, because it's not like you have so many more important things to be doing and I could easily get UP OFF MY ASS AND DO IT MYSELF BUT I LIKE USING YOU AS A SLAVE!"

I heard a loud crash and cinematic records were sliding towards my isle, I guessed that she must have dropped them somehow.

"DAMN IT!"

I knew that I should have moved but I didn't. Instead I stayed where I was, watching as my mum knelt down to pick up the cinematic records, muttering dark threats directed at William.

"If he's not careful I'll take that death scythe of his and shove it so far up his-!" she paused, having finally seen me "What are you doing in here?!"

"I got lost" I lied

My mum walked over to me and handed me some of the cinematic records "put these away quickly so I can get you out of here, William will have my head if he finds out that you got in here!"

I slide the records into the gaps, remembering how Ronald had told me to do it earlier. As soon as I'd slide the last book into place my mum grabbed hold of my wrist and dragged me out of the library and into her office, quickly locking the door behind her.

"How did you get here?!" She demanded "You're not a reaper, are you?"

"I was in the American branch" I said "But I left right after completing my training, I wasn't even put on records since I left so abruptly" It was a straight up lie of course, I'd never even been to America, but I needed to say something

"Well..." She seemed to be thinking before saying "I'd usually turn you in but since my boss, William Spears, has been giving me so much overtime lately I'll make you a deal"

"I'm listening..."

"If you come with me whenever I go to the human world, reaping or not, I won't turn you in"

"Deal" I said without even needing to think it over "But I don't have a death scythe, I left so quickly that I-"

"I'll snatch you one, I've stolen my death scythe back from William enough times to know where he keeps them all. Just wait right here"

"Oh wait what's the date?!" I called out

"It's the fifth of March 1876, lost track of time when you left America did you?"

"Yeah...I guess so..."

I stood there, shocked. 1876, I had been somehow transported back in time to 1876. I looked at the desk, the stacks of paperwork were less than when I'd seen them in the present day but there was still a lot to do. Also there was not a single photograph on the desk now, not even the faded selfie of my mum and dad that'd been taken around this time. Even that hadn't happened yet which meant that my dad probably didn't know my mum yet or he just didn't like her at all.

I knew that I needed to get back to modern day but I didn't know how and I couldn't ask my mum or dad to help, they'd think I was insane, my dad probably wouldn't help me at all. From what I'd heard demons and reapers had been enemies for a long time before 'The Peace Treaty' had been established in 1992. If a demon or a reaper found out I was born of a reaper-demon relationship they probably wouldn't have hesitated in killing me.

"got one!"

"Th-Thanks" I said, taking the death scythe from her

"Since we can't let William know you're here...you'll be more like backup in case we run into a couple of demons"

"Why do demons hate reapers, and reapers them?" I asked

"It's all to do with souls" She told me "As reapers our job is to collect the souls of those on our to-die list and pass judgment on them. Demons also take souls. They form a contract with a mortal, promising to allow them more time until they fulfil a certain desire and then, once that is complete, the demon devours the soul which makes that person's cinematic records lost to us reapers"

"But why don't they try to get along?" I asked "Surely demons aren't that bad"

I knew that, by her answer, I could judge where about in my family's history I was. If my mum agreed with me she'd most likely already met and fallen in love with my dad but if she didn't then she'd not fallen in love with him yet.

"You know I was saying exactly that to another reaper a few days ago" She admitted

"Oh?"

"I mean if we could all reach an agreement to share mortal souls, half to the demons and half to us, it would mean no more fighting...besides demons can't all be bad, can they...We're all taught to hate each other on sight. So that got me thinking again, What if we weren't taught to hate each other? Is it REALLY in our nature to hate each other or would love be possible between a reaper and a demon if it was given a chance?"

I wanted to tell her that she was right about reapers and demons. I wanted to say that several reapers and demons had ended up starting relationships, including her and my dad, and that I was proof that her idea was right

But I couldn't tell her. That would lead to more questions that I couldn't answer, I didn't want to risk changing my family history. What if I caused one of my parents to be killed or prevented my mum from loving my dad as I heard so many times how my mum had chased him down for years until he finally decided to give her a chance and finally fell for her.

A horrible thought had entered my mind 'If I'm not very careful with what I do and say while here I could end up accidently writing myself out of existence'