Grimm's Little Reaper

Chapter 12

Willow's POV 

I put my foot on Grey's shoulder as he lifted me up onto the awning beneath my window. He knew I didn't have a pulse and knew I wasn't human, but he doesn't know how strong I am, technically. And I wasn't about to let him find out.

I felt him lift up my foot with ease pushing me up higher so I could 'Get my footing'. Losing my keys when I was captured wasn't the smartest move on my part.

"You got it?" He asked from below as I pulled myself up with ease.

"Yeah," I called below as I pulled open the window to my room. 

"I still can't believe you lost your keys." He chuckled to himself crossing his arms. His black hair shinned in the dull moonlight. It just made my skin look even more white than it already was. I peered down at him and he smirked. I just rolled my eyes.

"I'll open the door ok?" I called down and he nodded with a smile. An uneasy feeling grew in my chest stronger than all the other feelings I have had today. 

I crawled through the window skillfully and came face to face with death and his aura was not happy. 

"What's up buttercup?" I whispered so I wasn't heard by Grey. He sliced his scythe through the air and the walls around me melted and swirled down into a drain below my feet taking me to the darkness with the fog when death first recruited me. Here we were alone. 

"Grey is starting to get suspicious," His voice rumbled in my ears making my death recede into my chest, but I stood my ground.

"Well, then we are just going to have to make him less suspicious now aren't we?" I chuckled crossing my arms and death's aura became a little more relaxed that I had a plan, and I do. 

I am always for the most part prepared. I knew sooner or later Grey would become suspicious of who I was, and I have tried taking the precautions for him not to know it was really me he had captured. I changed my face and my voice. I gave him no reason to suspect me, but there will always be the fact that I do not have a heart and he will want to know what I am if he thinks I'm his mate.

"But, deathy dear, I will need your help with this one," I said looking up innocently, batting my eyelashes, and smiling the little smile a girl gave her father when she wanted something. The soulless skeleton in front of me cackled his white bones sending creepy crawlies down my spine and making me wince like with nails on a chalk board.

"My little Reaper, I will help you with anything as long as it doesn't mean your soul ends up in Limbo with the others," He said pulling his scythe close to his bony rib cage. 

Death was a very secretive being. I have tried finding out what he does with the souls, but have learned to stop worrying and or trying. Death knew what he was doing, but I didn't and that bothered me.

If you do something for a friend and they give you a reason why, it's always a reason they know you will want to help. In your mind it will be a cause worth fighting for, but from your friend's point of view there will always be a ulterior motive. They have their own reasons.

Sometimes you notice their ulterior motive and sometimes you don't. With death there is always an ulterior motive. Whether I think so or not, and it is just a hunch, he leads me to my prey. Whether I think I choose or not, but in actuality he is the one that decides if they live or die. 

I will never forget the one occasion that I caught it. The one occasion I thought I knew what he was doing. I was after a pair of creepy head hunters who weren't doing their job. I found a guy that I had eaten weeks before. I was shocked and brushed it off, but I knew that death put his soul back in his body. Death chose that he lived. He lead me to the people I would kill. I would kill them and he would decide if they stay dead or not.