Grimm's Little Reaper

Chapter 2

Willow's POV 

I sat on the branch like a frog as the sun came up over the horizon. My hand gripped the branch in between my legs and the other hand on my knee. I had been here all night listening, watching, and taking in the beauty of the forest.

Once the sun was completely above the horizon, I stood up and stretched out my now tensed muscles; sitting like that on a branch all night will do that to you. I don't need sleep, because I don't need to heal.

I propelled myself forward. I felt my body growing closer to the ground. I somersaulted and felt my feet float to the ground with beautiful grace. I felt my stomach twinge. Normally I wouldn't be hungry until three of four days after a meal, but I had a feeling this wasn't from hunger.

I thought all night about the guy that had taken the girl, Lily, out of my arms. His scent haunted me making the feelings in my chest swirl. I felt different things, and they moved around in my chest and up into my head; which is something that doesn't happen often.

The thing about his scent was that it wasn't normal. I had smelled scents that have been abnormal, but never like that. Something was off, but I loved it. I shrugged it off and looked up realizing where I was. 

The bridge was a massive woodened structure. Normally when Death wanted me he would just appear next to me, but when he required a more private meeting it would be at a bridge, dark alley, or an abandoned warehouse; something to that extent. 

I climbed up the structure with sharp reflexes and aquired agility. I grabbed the edge of the top of the bridge and propelled myself upward. I landed on the beam as graceful as a cat. I dropped down onto my butt and let my legs swing back and forth as I waited for Death to arrive. 

I leaned back and let the sun envelope me. The heat of the day beat down on my pale skin. It made me feel comfortable in a way only heat could. 

His presence was made known and I opened my eyes to see him floating in the air at least five feet away from me. 

"What's up buttercup?" I asked leaning back on my hands.

"It is time for a little excitment my dear," He said with a firm voice, which surprised me. I raised an eyebrow at him. 

Our definitions for excitment were probably completely and utterly different. Mine being the suffering of bad people and him the suffering of me. 

"Your next official assignment from me is to study up on teenagers," He said switching his scythe to his other hand. 

"And how am I supposed to do that? I'm not a normal sixteen year old if you haven't noticed," I said gesturing to where my heart is supposed to be.

"You are to go to the local highschool and learn about their ways," He said. Even though he is pure skeleton you shouldn't be able to tell if he is smirking, well I can.

"No way," I growled. 

"Hey, don't look at me. I was given the order to give you the order, from the higher ups," He gestured around him. I felt my eyes widen.

"No. Way! Who is higher than death? Did Satan himself give you the order when delivering those scumbags to his front door?" I screamed standing up on the beam that was about as wide as my hand. I started pacing.

"Crap!" I screamed, running my hands over my face. 

"I have gotten you an apartment to stay at as shelter. You will start tomorrow. Eat as much as you can before you go. Who knows you might find it fun," He said laughing menacingly at the end. He threw the apartment key at me and put the address in my head. He then disappeared into a ploom of smoke leaving the smell of death behind. This cannot be happening.