Grimm's Little Reaper

Chapter 10

Willow's Pov 

I peered down at my watch as I walked down the shaded sidewalk. 6:23. I sighed. My death was being awfully quite as we made our way to..... to.... wait. Where am I going? 

Do I even want to go on this date? Wait. Why am I even going on this date? What's wrong with me? What the hell am I doing?

In all my years of being a Reaper I cared about nothing, but being a soul keeper. A devouer for death. Death's Reaper! And now? Now, I'm worried about some pathetic dog that made me feel something for once in my two years? An assignment that got away from me that's all this is. An assignment that is getting out of hand. 

He's apart of the plan. That's it. A tool to get to that pitiful alpha. Might as well eat him too. My chest stung when I thought that. There was a small quite voice in the back of my head that I never heard before.

'He made you feel.' I shook my head to get rid of it and kept walking.   

'You miss being able to feel.' Stop it. I yelled in my head. Who the hell are you? Get out of my head.

'I'm....'  the voice whispered then paused.I strained my ears to hear it, which was a big mistake, 'YOU.' 

"Stop it!" I screamed out loud. My hands flew to my ears as I tried blocking out that stupid voice. I squeezed my eyes shut and I felt hands gently shaking me. I shoved off the hands and got into a defensive stance ready to attack anything near me.

"Woah woah. Easy there. It's just me Willow," Hazel's soft voice broke through to my stubborn head. I unclenched my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. She opened her arms and I didn't hesitate to run into them. She pulled me into a tight hug and surprisingly enough I hugged back. She shivered at how cold I was, but tried hard not to show it.

My inner death rumbled, snapping me back to perspective and I pulled away reluctantly. My ivory skin was soaking in as much heat as it could, but I couldn't feel any of it.

"Are you okay?" She looked at me with a worried expression and I sighed nodding my head.

"Yeah, I was out on a walk." I said trying to avoid the subject. Very badly at it too.

"Oh that makes sense," She said taking the hint straight away. She didn't press anymore. 

Her frizzy red hair was everywhere and she had her green messenger bag draped over her left shoulder. She was wearing black and blue checkered pants with a Doctor who t-shirt that said "People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear non-subjective viewpoint it's more like a Big Ball of Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey Stuff.' -The Tenth Doctor. She had a black jacket with the sleeves pushed up and had black and white converse.

"So, what made you want to go on this walk?" She asked as she turned us in the opposite direction where I came from.

"I needed fresh air."

"Five miles away from your house?" She said raising an eyebrow.

"It was a long walk." I said shrugging.

"Ah well how about you take a break from your long walk and you can come over for a few before your da..." She coughed trying to hide it.

"Hazel." I said in an accusing tone.

"Hey! What's that over there? Oh that's my house. C'mon." She said trying to avoid the subject and I rolled my eyes.

"Are you the one that gave him my number?"

"Maybe..." She looked down in shame and I made a tsk sound in her direction and shook my head. We walked up a long drive way. We came to a teal building. It was an apartment complex with maybe eight rooms. It wasn't anything luxurious, but it was her home.