Something to reap

The boy in the graveyard

Oliver's POV

I sighed and sat up placing my feet on the hard wood floor as I heard my father with his daily hooker in the next room. It was roughly around four in the morning and I had been sleeping off and on but the one thing that plagued my mind was the boy from earlier. Anthony claims he remembers going to our mothers grave then going home and it makes me wonder just what that kid had done. The man who attacked my brother called him Reaper, and Reaper talked about how he was the son of Grimm. So many questions ran through my mind when I was captured how come the man didn't see reaper near the end, how come I could, why do I remember and my brother not? I groaned and rubbed my head, the thoughts were so bad they hurt.

I stood up and walked over to my dresser grabbing my sketch pad and pencil as I sat down to draw Reaper. His long black hair and beautiful orange eyes, his posture and physic were just amazing. He was strong no doubt and that scythe was just as beautiful. I frowned at the drawing. It didn't do him justice, none of my drawings ever did. He was taller and muscular, but he was light and graceful. I laid back and sighed closing my eyes to see the vision of him flash.

"Reaper." I muttered to myself as my mind wandered to the boy. He stood over me and smiled walking over and placing his hand on my cheek as he moved it along my jaw. I was dumbfound for words at his unnatural beauty and the way his lips curved into a smile made me shiver, he leant inward towards me my hands were pressed to his chest as he wrapped his arms around me...

I jumped as a loud crash sounded from my window and I stared at it as a dark shadow figure crawled in and glanced at me smiling.

"This is wonderful to have stumbled upon you." It said the voice sounding feminine but the figure was male. "Perhaps the gods have changed your fate." It smiled and I placed a hand on the wall unsure of what the thing was.

"W-who are you?" I said trying to be strong but my voice betrayed me as I stuttered.

"Oh poor Olivera you seem to be human now how sad the heavens needed you. They still do but I will ensure they don't get you." I stumbled and fell backwards landing on my bed shock taking over me only one person had called me Olivera and she was long deceased.

"I am Orphilios and I intend to never let them get their prize." The creature smiled its eyes glowed red as blood and I felt my head begin to pound. "Don't fear that reached reaper will die too. I am the spirit demon I can see your minds wants, needs, emotions, urges." Orphilios whispered in my ear as I struggled to push him from me.

"G-g-get off." I groaned sounding like a child rather then a teen and felt something touch my leg, a hand, a hand was slowly creeping its way up my leg to my thighs.

"Once you wake Olivera I will make you and that reaper watch as I consume every emotion you have and then your soul." It laughed and my vision blurred into a mess. "I will see to your fate personally." It sneered as I fell into darkness.