Grimm's Little Reaper

Chapter 8

Willow's POV 

To say there were a lot of dresses would be an understatement. Hazel is a fashionable freak, and it's starting to worry me. How long will I have to put up with her wanting me to be the dress up doll?

Memoria kept her distance throwing in her opinion every now and then.

The shop became a little stuffy and I felt overwhelmed with all of the dress options thrown my way. I don't know why, but I think I might be starting to care about how people will see me.

Yeah, ok it's impossible not to be attracted to me. I mean I was made to be the most beautiful creature in this world and probably on every other planet. That's just how I was made, but this, dress shopping, hits teenager emotions that I never cared to feel. 

Wanting to go to my first party, have a good time, fall in lov..... I shook my head sharply when that thought came into my head. What's wrong with me? Who would I even like let alone love? Aj came to mind for a brief second his dazzling eyes with that sarcastic smirk. Then he was immediately pushed into the back of my head and Grey replaced it with his laugh filling my sensitive ears and his smile as he had showed me to the office.

I was snapped out of my day dreaming by a fuming Hazel.

"You better spill what's on your mind. I know that smile anywhere!" She said with a giddy voice. Her face turned red.

"What are you talking about? You were supposed to be getting me that black dress in a size 8," I said quickly changing subject with a small as a matter of fact smile.

"Oh no no, I know that look and it's the look of someone who has their sights set on a guy, now the question of the day is who," She squealed as she jumped up and down. The bundle of different colored dresses swayed from side to side.

I sighed, "I don't like anyone," I tried to convince her, but I was starting to think it was more to convince myself than her.

Who am I kidding? It's just my inner death craving their souls. If I see a delicious soul I'll crave for it until I can satiate my inner death. My eyes throbbed then pulsed back to normal.

I shook my head to clear all thoughts of eating. 

I only ate when? Last night? Two nights ago? I can't already be hungry.

I was in the dressing room in only a plain black bra and underwear. My porcelain skin was like ivory against the black fabric.

Hazel was obviously straight if she hadn't swooned at the sight of my exposed skin. All I know is that she is human, but she has to be different.

She had the black dress she thought would be beautiful on me. It went to mid thigh. It's fluttery fabric gave me a cute and innocent aura, but I'm the complete opposite. It was a little low cut and the straps were cute.  It was simple, and perfect for me.

I pulled the dress over my head and it fell smoothly over my curves. Insinuating the shape of my body. 

My eyes glowed with such contrast against my pale skin and the dark dress. It was beautiful. I felt a small pump within my chest, but it was so slight and gone so fast that I couldn't be sure if it was anything to be worried about.

"I think we found the perfect dress Mem," Hazel called out breathlessly. 

I turned in all ways never taking my eyes off the mirror. 

"Let's have a look see," Mem murmured as she came through the door. Her breath hitched when she caught sight of me. Simplicity can go a long way with the beauty of an amazing creature.