Grimm's Little Reaper

Chapter 5

Willow's POV 

"What's your problem?!" I yelled throwing the nearest item I had at my disposal, at Death's head.

"You let him go! That's my problem! He attacked you should have taken his soul!" His voice rumbled in my ears making my inner death tremble.

"I do not need an entire pack of werewolves trying to kill me thank you!" I countered scaling the walls and hanging from the support beams in my apartment. 

I had just gotten back from my little feast on drug lords. There is a lot of them here actually. Saved some for later in the week, Death was waiting for me in the shadows and started yelling at me for not killing the Alpha.

"I needed that soul Willow!" He growled following me up to the beams, "The question is why didn't you take it?" He bellowed, shoving the tip of his scythe into my sleeves nailing me to the wooden beam, so I couldn't move.

"I don't know," I growled pulling slightly at my sleeve.

"Yes you do, don't deny it," He creeped slowly into my personal space, to the point where if I didn't lean back my nose would touch his, "What is it? A boy? That Aj fellow? Or is it something else?" The aura around him got deadly very fast.

"Nothing. I choose my battles, maybe you should too," I said lying through my teeth. His body moved up and down like a sigh. 

"Fine then, prove it. If it happens to be 'nothing' bring me that soul," He said. 

I felt the ice from his demand and the submission of my death. He jerked the scythe out of my sleeve. He started disappearing starting from the bottom of his cloak, "Or else," He growled. His voice was laced with venom. Creepy crawlies shot up and down my spine as he disappeared.

My chest clenched and I felt a low pulse, something I haven't felt in two years. I felt my chest pump as if my heart had been returned, then an overwhelming sadness. The weight in my chest became too much, it crippled me. I fell from the support beams onto the floor. I curled into a ball, clenching my eyes shut. Guilt, sadness, and pain from everything I have done over the past two years came crashing down on me and suffocated my very being. I started choking for relief.

"I... will get...you..that... soul" My body shook for more oxygen, "... just....stop," I choked out. Then the pain subsided just as fast as it came. I sucked in as much air as I could. For the first time in two years. I am actually hesitant to retrieve a soul, but I'm also desperate to retrieve it as well. 

I stood up slowly testing my feet. Just that little experience made me extremely weak. He had only done that one other time and that was to teach me obedience. It was horrible. 

No heart means no conscience, and having all of that guilt and pain from the past dumped onto your shoulders when you least expect it isn't exactly a walk in the park. I accepted the fact that it would build up over time and that I would never have to bear it again, but now it terrifies me. It's like the sudden realization finally sinks in to what I have done. 

I let my head hang for a second before standing up with extreme caution. I sighed as the eerie silence settled over the apartment once again. 

The energy it took to get through that little expirience drained my entire body. I felt my eyes pulse. Things blurred to black and white then back to color. A sure indication that I was becoming hungry. When I am purley starved I'm like one of those stupid mutts. I can only see in black and white. 

"I hate you," I spat at the ground. 

I went to the fridge and grabbed a two liter of pepsi and chugged it down. The fizz and burning sensation made me feel so much better.