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Reaper

The driver soon summoned Claude's attention stating the they were at their place of lodgings. Shanda woke when she no longer felt the carriage moving and yawning she lifted herself up and looked outside. It had been a while since she had been in the city and much had changed. Claude escorted her from the carriage and they checked into their room. Shanda was still quite exhausted from the trip and still feeling the warmth of Claude curled up onto the bed and begged for him to join her. He could not resist the temptation and he lay next her, listening to her heartbeat, listening to her breathe. She wrapped herself around him, "Hello" with a smile that begged to be kissed. He kissed her gently, "Are you ready to see some of London now?" She sprang up and ran to the dressing room to change, he could not help but smile a little bit, "I'll take that as a yes." She peeked around and gave him a smile quickly changing.

Once on the street, "Claude where are we off too first?" 'There are some shops nearby that I need to purchase goods from and then we can see what happens next" he replied. "Sounds good" as she wrapped her arm into his and they set off down the street. Shanda soon learned that Claude was serious about goods for the Trancy Manor. He bought all manner of cloth, rugs, drapes, and such. He often asked for Shanda's opinion on what was being chosen and she felt that at least she was helping in some form. After the goods had been purchased and transported to the carriage they passed by a shop with dolls in the window, he asked Shanda, "Did you like dolls as a child?" Shanda could barely contain the scream she felt within when she saw the dolls but answered with a simple, "No. I didn't ever feel comfortable with dolls around." Claude being genuinely curious,  "Why?" "It was never anything in particular, I just never felt safe with them around. They always felt like an abomination." "Interesting my lady, do you mind if we go in for a moment though?" he asked. Shanda was apprehensive but followed Claude in.

The dolls were very lifelike, a deep sadness clung to their eyes and Shanda was reminded of why she did not like dolls even moreso now. She felt an utter sadness for them. Claude noticed and decided to make their stay short in the shop,  he rang the bell to get the shopkeepers attention, the person who came behind the counter was not the shopkeeper and his suspicions were correct. "I am sorry sir," Claude said to the person running the shop, "but we must be going." He literally grabbed Shanda by the arm and pulled her, Shanda did not want to stay any longer than she had to she let herself be pulled. But once on the street, "Claude, what happened?" "I just didn't realize how creepy dolls were until you told me how you felt about them." he replied and it wasn't a lie. "Ok, may we please go eat now?" she said with her stomach growling. "Yes, my lady" he answered and they set out to eat and enjoy the rest of their stolen time away from Trancy Manor.

Claude was satisfied that Shanda had been pleased with dinner when on their way back to their lodgings she slipped her hand into his, intertwining her fingers with his. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. Shanda was just about to kiss Claude's cheek when she saw him. He was standing over a man in the street whom she assumed has has far too many alcoholic drinks. Claude noticed him too and watched Shanda's expression,  he knew she saw him from the look on her face and stopped walking. Shanda did not even notice when Claude and, in effect, she stopped walking. She watched the man who adjusted his glasses with some kind of long weapon with pinching type scissors at the end hold out a book and then she saw it, it looked like film of some sort spilling from the man's chest. She wanted to yell for help but as she glanced around no one but she and Claude saw what was really happening. She watched with a sense of duty even though she would rather have looked away. The man's life played out on film right before their eyes. He had lost his daughter not too long ago, his daughter was adorable. Shanda watched them walk up the very exact street they were on with his daughter, they were hand in hand when the dad turned away and his daughter vanished. He had lost his wife in death many years before his daughter went missing, she watched him say his final goodbye to his bride the mother of his beautiful baby girl. It was then the man who held the book looked up, he mumbled, "This is going to cause more overtime."

Shanda grasped Claude's arm tighter as the man came nearer. Claude stood in front of Shanda, "What do you want, Reaper?" He replied, "Now that's interesting you are protecting a halfling?" Shanda looked at the man, "Did you just call me a halfling?" He looked at her, "Yes I did. I can sense the reaper blood in you. Your mother was human, your father was a reaper. It's all written in your mother's cinematic record." Shanda's breathe turned shallow as Claude caught her, sweeping her away from the Reaper and into the safety of his arms. The reaper called out to Claude, "If she wants to know more, you know where to find me." Claude made no response, his only care at the moment was Shanda. She had seen, she was part reaper. He laughed at the irony of it as he carried her to their room. As he laid her one the bed Shanda woke for a few moments, "Claude please tell me you can help me understand?" He answered honestly, "I will try." She lifted herself up and lay her head on his chest closing her eyes attempting to understand what just occurred whispering, "I believe you."

Shanda woke up startled and screaming but was soon quieted by Claude. It was the middle of the night and she could not help but feel despite all she did not understand she knew that Claude was going to be there. She reflected back on her life in silence remembering her mother telling her that her father was special and that's why he had to leave, she only begrudged him when her mother fell ill and she was left alone with relatives she did not know. Then those relatives sold her to the auction. Claude caught the quiet reflection in her eyes, "Do you have questions?" Shanda's mind filled with questions, "Yes, but the one I need to have an answer to is, what does this mean for me?" The one question Claude was happy to answer, "It means that you are special and while you may not ever need or be permitted to perform the tasks and duties of a reaper you have your amazing agility and an extended life span." 'What do you mean extended?" she asked. "Reapers do not age as humans do. Since your father was a reaper and your mother a human, you will not age as mere humans do thus your life span will be extended." he explained best he could. She got very quiet, "Do you know who my father was?" "I do not my lady" as he pulled her closer to him, "but we may be able to find out." Shanda wondered how likely that was or if she even wanted to know, "Do you think it's safe for me to speak to the reaper about this?" "It will be for I will be right there with you" he responded protectively. "How do we contact him?" she asked as she pulled herself up to his shoulder. "He left us a calling card" looking into her eyes and gently kissing her soft lips.