Grimm's Little Reaper

Chapter 3

Willow's POV 

I strolled down the street for a good 10 minutes and glanced at my watch. 7:55 am. I looked up to see a perky bright high school and my death growled.

The entire building was red brick. The front lawn was covered in flowers and bright plants. Students sat in the grass with books in their laps, girls flirted with guys, and guys played a game of tag foot ball in the front. I rolled my eyes at the bright aura. It made my stomach twinge in disgust.

Birds were flying everywhere. Students were laughing cheerfully and hanging with friends. New scents assaulted my nose making me shiver in slight hunger. I felt my eyes throb, but they stayed the same dull color. 

A strong smell of cheap perfume and the sound of a nasally squeaky laugh shrilled in my ears making my inner death crave that person's soul. 

I scanned the crowd for some indication of where I'm supposed to go. 

"Watch out!" A fimiliar voice hit my ears. My spine shivered. I turned and saw the foot ball flying toward my head in a clean spiral.

I felt my eyes sharpen. My senses hit me like a slap in the face and I caught the ball easily. 

I can catch a fly between the tips of my fingers. A foot ball? No problem. 

The guy who called to me jogged to my side. My body tensed. 

His heart beat roughly in his chest from the run. I held no emotion on my face.

"Nice catch. You new?" He asked as I tossed him the football. I simply nodded my head. I tried to jump into his head and read his thoughts, but there was a barrier or a wall. It made my head pound. 

"Yeah, I just moved here. Willow," I said with a slight nod of my head introducing myself. His body relaxed visible at the sound of my voice. The normal reaction for all guys that live long enough to hear my voice.

Something sparked in his eyes, something I had never seen before. I felt my teeth lengthen and sharpen slightly. I clamped my lips shut so that my teeth weren't seen. I felt my eye color throb. I tried concentrating on keeping my hunger in check. I knew this was going to be hard, but I didn't expect this to be close to impossible.

My inner death rumbled slightly making me fidget.

"Grey," He said sticking his hand out. On reflex I flinched back. Guilt flashed in his sharp almond eyes, but only slightly. He smoothly ran the offered hand through his shaggy black hair trying to hide his embarrassment. If he had shaken my hand he probably would have frozen. I'm freezing. No heart means no blood, ergo no body heat.

"Do you need to find the office?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I nodded as an answer, still keeping an emotionless face, even though being near him made emotion swirl in my chest.

We walked down the sidewalk with a white metal awning above. I felt the eyes of ogling guys, but I'm used to the attention, it doesn't bother me. 

I felt someone drive daggers into my back. My senses jumped.

I peered behind me and a blonde girl killed me with her scowl. She wore barely any clothing. A mini skirt and a bright pink tube top if you counted those pieces of fabric clothes. I flashed her a smirk as I read her thoughts of jealousy.

"The office milady," He said gesturing toward a room now infront of us. He looked at me hopefully. I was not here to flirt around. I was here to observe. He was just there.

"Thanks," Was all I said as I walked passed him into the office not giving him another glance.

A short and stout woman sat there. she was wearing a floral pattern shirt and a black skirt. She had a pair of tan spectacals that sat on the tip of her nose. She gave off a happy aura, but there was something bitter about it. Her scent was enticing.