Death Take A Holiday

Chapter 2

                                                                  3 months later-—Maggie's POV

It has now been 3 months since I've taken on the mantle of Death and it has been going well. Sometimes Elijah has annoyed the shit out of me with that bloody handbook that Declan had given him. As soon as Declan left, Elijah read the handbook thoroughly, back to front, and made sure that he knew all of the rules. He wanted me to read it as well, and I did so to appease him. I read it briefly but not to the extent that Elijah did. Every time I made a misstep, he was right there to tell me what I did wrong, how I should have done something and would always say, 'according to the handbook...' and then proceed to tell me.

There were times where I had enough and left Elijah at home while I went alone to collect the souls. I was currently on my own awaiting the time to collect a soul because Elijah had pissed me off again. It was close to the time when the host was about to die, so I went towards the house, entered it unseen and followed the smell of death towards the living room.

"Who are you?" a feeble voice asked in hardly more than a whisper.

"I am death, I am here to take you to the beyond," I replied.

"Am I going to heaven or the other place?" he asked.

"You will be going to heaven," I answered. At least I think this host's soul was going there. I didn't really look at the ledger.

"Good, I'm pleased to hear that," he responded.

I smiled and held his hand as he took his last breaths. After that, his soul was standing beside me and we left his house to fly to the entrance of heaven. After I left him outside the gates and headed back home.

I took off my cloak, placed my scythe by the door and walked over to the desk where I kept the ledger to mark it off that I had taken care of the soul.

"How did it go?" Elijah asked just as I sat down.

"It was fine, I took the soul up to heaven and left it at the gates and then came back here," I replied.

"Heaven? Wait, didn't you take Jeffrey Holden's soul just now?" he questioned.

"Yeah, why?" I asked confused.

"Goddamn it, Maggie. He was a really bad guy, like extremely bad, the worst a human can be. He was supposed to go to hell," Elijah growled.

"No, you're mistaken. He wasn't meant for hell," I replied, sounding completely unsure.

"Check the ledger Maggie," he said.

I pulled the ledger towards me and saw that in fact he was supposed to go to hell.

"Shit," I mumbled.

"This is why you should always have me with you," Elijah said, kneeling beside me.

"I know, I know, but you just annoyed the shit out of me and I thought I'd be fine on my own."

"Usually you are but you've been worked up a lot lately."

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

Elijah gathered me in his arms and let me cry into his shoulder. When I was done, he wiped the tears from my eyes and said, "Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

I nodded and he grabbed his handbook and left. That was another thing that Elijah did—he was in charge of fixing my mistakes. It wasn't often that I made a slip up like this; it's only been three times... well, four times now, and he was always the one to go and fix it for me.