I met him forever ago. Or at least, that's what it feels like. He literally ruined my life. And not in the cutesy, romanticy, way either. Because after they left, everybody in my family was killed. Everybody I had ever loved, laughed with, knew, they all died. So I blamed it on them. And I hunted them down and forced them to teach me everything they know, and help me kill the creep who killed my family.

Dead is dead. Or at least that's the way it's supposed to be. You log a certain number of hours and get put on an express train to Heaven or Hell depending on which way your scales tipped. To Lizbeth Oswald, the idea of being dead wasn't that troubling. After she bit it there was nothing she could do either way. You do your best and then that's it. Dead is dead. She sure as hell never expected to be the punchline of some giant cosmic joke. Being born into the life of a hunter taught you to manage your expectations. Flea-infested motels, few if any friends, your dad leaves you with his curmudgeony old hunting buddy for 'a few days' and never shows up again-you learn to take life in stride. You learn to handle yourself. Which was why being killed off at 22 after one tango with a pissy demon dressed up as her roommate was so damn embarrassing. Dead was dead, right? Thems were the rules. Waking up in a pine box three years later had a way of making Lizbeth rethink that definition. Not that Lizbeth could dwell on it that long, seeing as there's an Apocalypse going on and apparently she has a job to do. Oh, and there's some blonde idiot who's apparently in the exact same boat as she is. Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Any similarity in content or dialogue originated with the show. HUGE THANK YOU! The lovely cover to this is actually a magnificent poster made for me by one @januarylily aka missjanuarylily.tumblr.com. She is a magnificent human being who is far too generous for this world and humanity should look to her as an example as we try to improve the world.

There are two different types of Powers in the World: Angelics and Demonics. The Angelic Powers are gifted with powers of Light, while their enemies are gifted with the Powers of darkness. For centuries, these two species have been at war with each other, each trying to rid the world of each other. The Denomics want to destroy the earth and all life, while the Angelics make it their goal to stop them, no matter the cost. The human race hates the Powers. Groups of rebels purge the streets of Powers, forcing them into hiding. Any Powers they find is to be eliminated - even family. Victoria Williams believed she was a normal 20 year old girl until she found herself kidnapped by a group of fanatics claiming she is a Powers and tried to kill her. She is rescued by a rag-tag team of Angelics who declare she is the last-remaining Reaper - an Angelic with the power to reap the soul from the human body and carry it to the afterlife. The Reapers are highly revered in the Angelic world, and are extremely valuable to their cause. Conner Emerson, a Guardian of the Angelic Powers, is tasked with the protection of the last remaining Reaper, which includes laying down his life if need be. As a Guardian, he is forbidden to do one thing: fall in love. Can he protect Victoria at all costs, or will his heart interfere?