Author's note: I had decided to change the story to being told in the first person with changing narrators. So, I went back and re-uploaded chapters 1 and 2 in the first person.

Chapter One:

The Grim Reaper, The Angel of Death, what do you normally picture when you think of this Mythical Phantom? A hooded-figure with a skeletal face, large black demon wings, wielding a scythe? If not that then perhaps something else?

Most could say this being is not real, just a fairy-tale. Hmph. The dead could tell us whether or not this specter is truth or folk-lore. Only the dead could tell us what this phantom angel looks like. That is if it is indeed real.

Only the dead and I could tell you.

I would like to say that the Angel of Death was a fairy-tale, but then I would be lying to you. The Angel of Death is very real and I should know because I am her, or at least, the last living descendant of the Angel of Death.

That's right, I, Alice Sophia Crimson, carry the DNA of the Angel of Death in my blood.

Trust me, it's not like I wanted this destiny. I just simply didn't have a choice. My mother was the Angel of Death, and her mother, all through the generations of females in the Le-Danteghof blood-line. (In case you were wondering, Le-Danteghof was my mother's maiden name. Most of the women of the Le-Danteghof line kept with their maiden names in marriage, so that the bloodline name wouldn't be lost through the years.)

I wasn't even aware of my heritage for seventeen years of my life, until one June night. A night that triggered a series of events I probably will never forget.

Now, at this point, I should begin my story; but here I will briefly digress to answer a question you probably may or may not be asking.

How did I not know of my heritage? If my mother and all my female ancestors were the Angel of Death, how did I not know for seventeen years that I was too?

Beatrice Le-Danteghof, my mother, died when I was only four years old. Before then she had felt I was too young to know, so obviously I was never told. She and my father were murdered before either of them had the chance to explain.

Imagine, being four years old, and watching your parents be killed right in front of your eyes!

Beside the point! Beside the point! I answered the question, but shouldn't distract from the story any further. While my parents' deaths are relevant to the story, it is not exactly what began the events of that summer.

No, that summer began on a rainy June night when I was Seventeen.

Things had been in a slight panic since around 5 o'clock that afternoon. I had just learned of being the Angel of Death, and was now being forced to evacuate the home I had lived in for thirteen years of my life.

I had spent most of the afternoon, past five; in the shower trying to convince myself that everything I had been told was all an elaborate joke.

As I stood in front of the bathroom sink, in nothing but my bra and underwear, feeling the smooth cold porcelain of the sink under my hands, I stared deep into my reflection.

If this were a joke, it wasn't all that funny. I sure as hell wasn't laughing. So, I was the Angel of Death? Great. I suppose I was to be expected to know what to do, to know what the Angel of Death is all about?

"Alice, I brought up a change of clothes for you, and finished packing your things. The car is outside." A voice said from behind me as I finished braiding my hair.

I turned and gave a small smile to the owner of that voice, Victoria Lovelace. Victoria has been my caretaker ever since my parents died; she was my mother and father's best friend.

All I could say at this point in my confusion was 'Thank you' in regards to her kindness to me. She didn't have to be this nice. After all, I was more or less a freak of nature due to my heritage.

Although, patient as I am, I just didn't have my tolerance with me that night. A question had been bugging me since the afternoon, and it appeared that if I were not to ask it would eat away at me and would never get answered.

I let the question wait until I had finished dressing, but no longer.

"Why do I have to leave tonight?"

Victoria's gentle smile faded quickly and her usually warm brown eyes became cold as stone, as if the reason behind this sudden evacuation was a bitter poison in her throat.

"Lilife is on her way here, for you." The poison finally came, burning Victoria's lips as each word arose from her throat.

Now I understood why the name had been a poison to Victoria. I didn't particularly care for the foul woman associated with that name myself.

Lilife Bauvedtu, if it were not for her perhaps I would have known of my heritage sooner, and known what I was supposed to do as the Angel of Death. That evil Devil was the reason my parents were six feet under in the cold ground and I was placed in Victoria's care.

Why she was on her way here was probably for the same reasons that she killed my mother, and had attempted to kill me that nights.

My fist clenched tightly at that name, the anger lasted for only a second, quickly replaced by an ominous fear for Victoria. I knew that there had been no intention of Victoria driving with me to her friend Sibyl's house. Someone had to stay behind to keep up the appearance that I was still there, in hopes of throwing Lilife off.

Lilife was not the type of person to be reasonable and peaceful when the person she was looking for disappeared. I knew as soon as she discovered she had been decided her temper would increase and she would become violent.

I didn't want to think Victoria could meet the same fate as my parents because of me.

"What about you? Will you be safe? Are you sure this plan is going to work?" I found myself asking, my breathing increasing to hyperventilation. I couldn't do anything but panic. I didn't want Victoria to suffer at the foul demon Lilife's claws.

Victoria only game me a warm smile and put her hand on her hip, pulling back her white lab coat to reveal that she was armed and I had no reason to worry.

Strapped to her hip, I could see the pistol that I knew Victoria only used for safety purposes. Never in thirteen years that I had been under her care had I ever seen a bullet fired from the always loaded gun.

The sudden realization hit me, that purpose in which the gun would be needed for protection had come.

I felt a bit of reassurance, but only in the slightest. Lilife, I knew wasn't purely human, guns might not be a match for her.

It wasn't too much later that I found myself outside in the pouring rain sitting in the driver's seat of my car, the engine humming about as loudly as the thunder was rumbling.

Victoria was outside the car, looking down at me. Her smile was warm in contrast with the rain.

I couldn't stand my worry and obviously it was showing clearly on my face, for Victoria spoke to me saying;

"Don't worry about me Alice, I'll be fine."

'Don't worry about me, I'll be fine' what type of reassurance is that? How is telling me not to worry going to keep me from worrying? I suppose those were my thoughts then.

How could I not worry whenever people I cared about were risking their lives to protect me?

The thoughts distracted me as I drown down the street, possibly never to see Victoria again.