The Reaper

Chapter 2

I found the sorry ass prick at a bar. Of course he's at a fucking bar on a Thursday night. Probably looking for his next victim.

I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink as I watched my target carefully; his friends surrounded him, talking and laughing, having the best time. "Can I buy you a drink?" I heard someone ask me; I turned and smiled at the young man before me,

"Thank you, but I'm fine." I tell him; the man nods and walks away. I really shouldn't be drinking right now anyway, but one drink doesn't phase me. Two will get me buzzed, but not enough that I can't do my job; but any more than that, I'd be home in bed for the night.

That's the bad thing about being a Reaper, you can't get drunk because somewhere there is someone that's about to say goodbye to their families.

The night went on as I watched the man I planned on committing many atrocities to. I have my reasons for doing what I do on the side, along with helping and guiding souls into the spirit plane. You see, when I was fourteen, I was attacked. I managed to get away, but I know many don't get away, so I've dedicated my life to help the ones that do manage to get away find peace, and those that can't get away find vengeance.

He finally came over to the bar and eyed me up and down. I made sure to wear something pretty revealing: a short dress that was sheer around my torso and down my arms which I paired with a pair of red, chunky heels and a red clutch. "Hello there, gorgeous." He purred as he leaned against the bar beside me, uncomfortably close, I might add.

Putting on my best fake smile, I bit my lip and greeted him, "Hello, handsome." He grins, "I'm Sarah." I tell him, not daring to give him my real name. No one knows my real name, no one but my family and other Reapers.

"Jason." He tells me as he waves the bartender over and orders us both drinks. Sliding mine over to me, he smirks, "So, what's a guy gotta do to get you to come home with him?" I smirk to myself; the plan is already falling into place.

I down my drink then drag a hand along his arm and lean in to whisper in his ear, "Why take me home when you can have me out back?" I heard a low groan leave his lips,

"I think I'd like that." I give him my hand and together, we head out back. At this bar, no one goes out back, it's too dark and it's blocked within buildings, and the only exit, besides going back through the bar, is a chain-link gate that only the trash men have a key to.

So, Jason, you're fucked.

We made it outside and in an instant, Jason had my back against the cool bricks and his hand was already traveling up my leg, "Do you do this to all the girls?" I moan softly, trying to catch him with his guard down so I could strike.

"What do you mean?" He asked. I managed to get around him and pin him against the wall, "Whoa," Jason grunted, "damn, girl." I smirked,

"Do you think Emily wanted what you wanted to give?" I ask, throwing him off guard,

"What?"

"Don't play fucking dumb, Jason." I sneer, "Heaven doesn't take in liars. Nor do they take in someone who assaults women." I reached in my clutch and brought out a small pen, and with a click, my scythe emerged; the blade glistened in the light and it burned brighter with a look of terror on his face.

"What the fuck are you?" Jason asked, trembling as he began sliding down the wall and to the ground; he looked like he was about to shit his pants, but that look is oh so satisfying.

"I'm your worst fucking nightmare," I tell him as I throw my scythe over my shoulder, "and believe me, you're going to wish that the demons have gotten to you first when I'm done with you for what you did to Emily, and probably so many more victims that are either gone or too scared to come forward." And with that statement, I began my work.

When I was done with what was left of Jason, I collected his soul into my scythe to deal with later on when I got home for the night. I went back into the bar and got another drink before giving Emily a call.

The phone rang once. Twice. And on the third ring, Emily picked up, "H-Hello?" She said timidly,

"Emily," I said, "It's me. You won't be hearing from him ever again." I could hear the sobs leave her mouth as she cried,

"Are you sure?" She asked, making me smile,

"Yes." I tell her, "I'm certain." As she cried, I could just barely make out the words, thank you. I smiled, "Get some rest, Emily. And give me a call if you need me."

Emily sniffled, "I will, thank you so much!" And with that, she hung up the phone.

After another quick drink, I got in a cab and headed home for the night. I was exhausted and after everything, I wanted to see my dad. Mom died six months ago, she was my first soul to guide to the afterlife. It was hard on me, but I think it was harder on dad.

I'm just waiting for the day that I'll have to guide him not only to the afterlife, but back to the love of his life, one day...