Soulmate?

Chapter 1 The Small Nymph

We start in the beginning with the flower shop. The flower shop next to the well-known Undertaker's shop. Flowers, vines, leaves and other different types of plants hug the tiny shop. Somewhat over taking the Undertaker's shop. Inside of the shop a pair of wings peeked out from a heap of different kinds of flowers and plants. These wings were not at all the same. The right one was a beautiful angel like wing with bright white feathers and the left one was a dragon like style that matches the midnight sky. The wings slightly bob up and down as the owner stands carrying a box of animal food to other side of the shop.

She wore a long grey baggy trench coat like jacket that resembled the famous Undertaker's to be frank it was the Undertaker's trench coat. Under what seems like miles of grey fabric is a pair of somewhat median blue daisy duke shorts snuggled loosely around her tiny waist. A crop tank top designed with a red and white checkered style, tightly buttoned up to save the perfect top from getting to dirty. Long blonde hair twisted up into a small messy bun with a few strands hugging her features just enough to hide her eyes. Which is a bright sapphire green color accompanied with a light gold ring around the green. Some people would classify her as a fairy, she is a nymph. The Queen of Nymphs to be specific, and also now the Queen of the Death Gods.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I say to a small boy whom had a small hand outstretched towards a black rose with crimson like liquid drops on its delicate petals. The small brown-haired boy's hand snapped instantly back to his chest as his big bright blue eyes glanced up to see a grinning demon. A pure look of shock and terror filled the young boy's eyes. As I knelt down to meet his gaze with my own crimson red eyes. "She doesn't like it when her flowers are touched." I whispered to the boy looking at the remarkable flower. A strong presence fills the space behind from where we stood as a small hand clamped itself on to my shoulder. "What do we have here?" asked the owner of the small hand.

I glance up at the owner of the fine establishment. "Just saving a poor soul." I responded standing up brushing the dirt off my trousers and jacket smirking. "That's odd for you." states the owner smirking. A toothy grin spreads across my lips showing my fang like teeth. "What can I say, they rub off on me." The little boy looked up at us dumbfounded unable to move and speak. Now her husband the Undertaker was standing behind her, showing off his famous rapist smirk that was plastered on his face. "Have you found someone needing to be fitted for one of me coffins?" asked the Undertaker. "Unfortunately, not the lad was fixing to touch one of me flowers..." the owner says looking up at the Undertaker. A heavy sigh sounded from Lauren. "How many times do we have to say this?" "It's my not me!" "MY FLOWERS! MY COFFINS!" I say pinching the bridge of my nose. The owner sighs in response "You don't have to correct me and ME husband!" "Yes, I do!" I state back arms down at my sides, fists clenched, and tense shoulders as my eyes flashed their dangerous pink shade. "Not in front of the humans!" the owner says punching my arm. "I wouldn't have to if you two used correct grammar!" "It is correct grammar!" the owner says crossing her arms. "No, it's not!" screams my husband Sebastian Michaelis in a squat like position.

The Creaven couple burst out in laughter. "Oi! This is not funny!" Sebastian and I say in unison. "Oh! Yes, it is!" the Creaven couple say between laughs. In the middle of the commotion the young boy runs off into the maze of flowers, and plants. Among the screaming the owner stops and says "Wait where is the tiny lad?" I look down at the spot where the boy once was and shrugged. "I don't know, probably ran off in the maze." I say with a wave of my hand. The owner gawked at my words. "You know where that goes right?!" "No, I don't. You change this place all the time, all I have to do is go find you." I stated back crossing my arms across my chest. "It goes to the same place as it always has!" screams the owner pointing down the path. "How would I know, I don't own this flower shop!" I scream back. "By the way who puts a maze in a flower shop?!" "The Undertaker of course I arranged it like a normal florist shop then he changed it!"