at the guys. Tod’s friend opened the passenger door and pulled his rag doll into the cab. Tod moved around and got in on the driver’s side. I had trouble gaining a footing in the Coach Amina heels. His friend grabbed my arm and pulled me up. “Hey there, have we met? I’m Brad Stu. I play on the varsity soccer team.”
I used a smile to say, hi , nice to meet you. My grip said, now get me into the freakin’ truck.
Another roar and it sent every fear emotion I had into overdrive. I used the seat belt across my chest as a security blanket and glanced out the side window to see Michael’s features change. He was covered in shadows, even with the moonlight spilling overhead. Sliding forward, I placed both hands on the back of Tod’s seat and yelled, “Go now.” He revived the truck’s heart and we sped out of Krista’s driveway.
I needed some reassurance and peered between a few fingers out the back window. For once, being speechless was a blessing because I couldn’t explain to anyone what I’d seen that night, other than the fact the alcohol might have impaired my vision. Michael was dressed in a cloak. He had wings arched behind his back and was shouting for me to come back.
Where was Scotty when I needed to scream? Beam us up, now.
Michael’s eyes: From the eyes of a Reaper
I stopped running after her. She was on the way again to meet her demise. How many times must we save this creature? I didn’t want to do what I knew I was ordered to do if things went wrong. Our problems would be solved if I killed her. Unfortunately, that thrill would have to wait for another time and place.
Swiping at a lock of sweaty bangs with the back of my hand, I then reached for the cell and dialed the number.
First ring. He picked up but didn’t say anything. Figured.
“It’s Michael.”
I nodded in response to the swift onslaught of questions.
“I know, but she was crispy and flying tonight. I couldn’t convince her to stay put.”
The voice on the other end of the line was scorching down to the eardrum. I held the cell away until he was done. He gave me a small reprieve before I physically reported to the head of the clan. My ear might completely be removed then anyway. F-ing great, so looking forward to that.
While I blew out a thin trail of black mist, the Smolder I contained snarled as a reply. “I know. I screwed up. She pissed me off tonight trying to come on to me and crap.” Heat from the speaker cooked every last nerve. “No, I didn’t act on that. She is your problem child, not mine. I only watch her when you make me. Yes, yes, I know what she is. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
I started walking away from the loud drumming and the soul-filled Vessels. Soon enough, I would be sending them to the Ever After. “Yeah, I know where you are. I know. I will take your job. I’ll be right there. From what I saw when I held her hand, you have about twenty-one minutes before it happens.” I checked my watch to be sure. “That should be about three minutes to midnight. Yeah. Eleven fifty-seven.” I nodded again in agreement with his instructions. “Don’t worry. I will make it there on time.” I hung up the device.
He can go and save that unpleasant, foul-mouthed, broken creature. She was his problem to watch over, not mine.
I am an Ashen, death’s personal wielder, the Grim Reaper from everyone’s worst nightmares. I reap the souls of the living. I do not babysit them.
Frustration rubbed my scales the wrong way. With a snarl, I allowed the black mist to surround me, to remove the blending spell and reveal my true form. Opening both wings with a thunder crack and adjusting the battle axe I used for reaping, I lifted off into the cool night sky. A stripped-naked thought danced as evil while the night’s cover enveloped me. Settling into the role I meant for, a half-cocked grin crept across my face. This is what I do best. I take souls.
Tevin’s side: Through the eyes of a
I used a smile to say, hi , nice to meet you. My grip said, now get me into the freakin’ truck.
Another roar and it sent every fear emotion I had into overdrive. I used the seat belt across my chest as a security blanket and glanced out the side window to see Michael’s features change. He was covered in shadows, even with the moonlight spilling overhead. Sliding forward, I placed both hands on the back of Tod’s seat and yelled, “Go now.” He revived the truck’s heart and we sped out of Krista’s driveway.
I needed some reassurance and peered between a few fingers out the back window. For once, being speechless was a blessing because I couldn’t explain to anyone what I’d seen that night, other than the fact the alcohol might have impaired my vision. Michael was dressed in a cloak. He had wings arched behind his back and was shouting for me to come back.
Where was Scotty when I needed to scream? Beam us up, now.
Michael’s eyes: From the eyes of a Reaper
I stopped running after her. She was on the way again to meet her demise. How many times must we save this creature? I didn’t want to do what I knew I was ordered to do if things went wrong. Our problems would be solved if I killed her. Unfortunately, that thrill would have to wait for another time and place.
Swiping at a lock of sweaty bangs with the back of my hand, I then reached for the cell and dialed the number.
First ring. He picked up but didn’t say anything. Figured.
“It’s Michael.”
I nodded in response to the swift onslaught of questions.
“I know, but she was crispy and flying tonight. I couldn’t convince her to stay put.”
The voice on the other end of the line was scorching down to the eardrum. I held the cell away until he was done. He gave me a small reprieve before I physically reported to the head of the clan. My ear might completely be removed then anyway. F-ing great, so looking forward to that.
While I blew out a thin trail of black mist, the Smolder I contained snarled as a reply. “I know. I screwed up. She pissed me off tonight trying to come on to me and crap.” Heat from the speaker cooked every last nerve. “No, I didn’t act on that. She is your problem child, not mine. I only watch her when you make me. Yes, yes, I know what she is. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
I started walking away from the loud drumming and the soul-filled Vessels. Soon enough, I would be sending them to the Ever After. “Yeah, I know where you are. I know. I will take your job. I’ll be right there. From what I saw when I held her hand, you have about twenty-one minutes before it happens.” I checked my watch to be sure. “That should be about three minutes to midnight. Yeah. Eleven fifty-seven.” I nodded again in agreement with his instructions. “Don’t worry. I will make it there on time.” I hung up the device.
He can go and save that unpleasant, foul-mouthed, broken creature. She was his problem to watch over, not mine.
I am an Ashen, death’s personal wielder, the Grim Reaper from everyone’s worst nightmares. I reap the souls of the living. I do not babysit them.
Frustration rubbed my scales the wrong way. With a snarl, I allowed the black mist to surround me, to remove the blending spell and reveal my true form. Opening both wings with a thunder crack and adjusting the battle axe I used for reaping, I lifted off into the cool night sky. A stripped-naked thought danced as evil while the night’s cover enveloped me. Settling into the role I meant for, a half-cocked grin crept across my face. This is what I do best. I take souls.
Tevin’s side: Through the eyes of a
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