(ON HOLD)The Tale From Death to Death

Death Souls

She had nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of a voice behind her. Jessica had been so obsorbed in her job. She tuned to look at the one who had startled her. That some one was death. She was so entranced with him in his natural form that she spaced out. She admired his cloak, it was silver with red almost vein looking lines embroidered all over it. He had his hood down and so she could clearly see his face in the torch light.

The light reflected off of his hazel eyes and made them look as if they were glowing. His raven black hair stuck out in some places. It was oddly attractive. And the way his pale skin looked even paler in the torch light made her heart feel as if it had skipped a beat.

".....essica....... Jessica." Death was calling her name. She snapped out of it, startled once again.

"Um.... y,yes?" She stammered. Death stared at her a little concerned.

"I need your help with something." He repeated.

"Oh! Of course, what is it?" She asked blushing, she had been embarrassed that she had stared at him for so long and looked away.

"Alright, please follow me then." He stepped out in to the other room and geld open the door for her. She walked through and he let it swing silently shut behind them. He then led Jessica through the room she had first woken up in. He led her to the room that she had first seen him in other than the hospital.

Death pulled out a glowing jar and set it on his desk."now" he breathed. "The real work begins" it was the first time she had seen him truly smile. His eyes where filled with an excited gleam. She couldn't help but admire those eyes as he stared at the jar.

"What is it?" She asked shifting her gaze to the jar. She could see something floating in the jar past the glow. It was a small ball the color of old amber.

"This" he paused and lifted the jar. " is a soul." Jessica's eyes widened with wounder.