|A Reaper and His Bride: Trial of Souls
Author: Dream-of-Fairies PM
So here I am bleeding to death on the pavement with a sexy soul reaper and his hot sycthe asking me to marry them. If i wasn't seeing double and my lungs weren't crushed I'd ask them if they were high. M/F/M romance Sometimes death isn't so simlpleRated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Adventure - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,937 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 10-15-11 - Published: 10-14-11 - id: 2961154
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Chapter two: Death's Beginning
Something…doesn't feel right
I peered over the rocky cliff staring deep into the dark void. It was so dark. I couldn't see a thing. I paused and looked back. A vast sea of green grass stretched miles behind me; it was a wide open plane. I bit my lip and curiously looked back down the cliff. What the hell? Where am I? I squatted down pushing aside the annoying white fluffy dress I was wearing, peering closer at the void. What's down there? My mind questioned as I grabbed a nearby rock and tossed in the vast hole. The rock just plummeted down and down and down….curious. I stood back up and dusted my hands, Where am I? I took a step back briefly noting I'm barefoot and gazed up at the cloudless blue sky. This must be a dream because no way in hell would I be in a white dress standing over a cliff barefoot.
I blinked and looked around. There was nobody.
Are you going to jump?
"Umm. No?" I replied and briefly wonder why I just answered the disembodied voice.
I snorted, "Because I'd die!"
"Nice to know," I mumbled sarcastically, "Still won't jump."
I growled in annoyance, "I said I won't."
"I'm not going to tell you,"
"Yea well it's a cliff. It leads to an empty space of air,"
Are you sad?
"No," I said but then I realized I lied. I was sad. I was so sad I wanted to cry.
Are you going to jump?
"Will you stop asking that!" I yelled glaring into the empty sky, "If that's all you're going to say I'm going to leave!" I turned abruptly stomping my way over to the endless grassy plane.
Where would you go?
"Away from you," I retorted kicking rock but regretted it instantly as my big toe throbbed. I bent down cupping my sore toe in my hand. "Damn it."
Are you sad?
I sighed, "Yes."
I stopped inspecting my toe and pondered that question. Why was I sad? It hurt even more to think about it.
"Cause I'm lonely," I admitted feeling unwanted tears burn in the back of my eyes.
I bit my lip forcing back a sob. No. No. I can't say. It was forbidden. Why was he asking me this? What did he want? It hurts too much. I'm so sad. It hurts to be sad; I don't want to be sad anymore.
"Because," I choke tears clogging my throat, "I'm empty."
I throw my head back and cried. The sky turns gray and large black clouds fill the once empty air.
It began to rain.
I woke up with a start, my face cold and wet as warm tears ran down my cheeks. I sat up and touch my face in surprise. What the heck? This one is new. Usually I wake up with my face smashed against the floor, my body dangling upside down from the bed with my feet still tucked into the blankets. I've never woke up crying before, must have been one hell of a nightmare. I pull my blankets close to my chest as I roll to the side stuffing my face into my pillow. What was I dreaming? I ponder as I close my eyes once again. My mind went blank on the subject only flashes of blue, grass, and a very big hole popped up to give any information. It was very…sad. I shook my head and buried my face deeper into my purple furry pillow. Whatever I'm still sleepy. Before I could even drift off the song She thinks My Tractor's Sexy by Kenny Chensey broke my ear drums. I jumped across my bed to the vibrating phone placed on my night stand. I flipped open my phone to stop the song and glared at the ID caller.
"You changed my ring tone," I said venomously into the speaker.
"You know it's true," a deep male voice replied back. I sighed touching my forehead trying to slow down my frantic heartbeat.
"Kyle, you don't even have a tractor," I said dryly untangling my feet from the bed sheet.
"Lauren," he mimicking me his voice breaking as he jumped up an octave, "You're missing the point."
"I guess I am," I mumbled, but sighed in relief when my feet were free.
"I'm just calling to make sure we're still going to Game Field?" he asked in his normal but excited voice. I leaned forward with a smile.
"Of course!" I stated bubbling with excitement, "I need to look for another role-playing game."
"I don't get why you don't like Gears" he mumbled and there was some shuffling on his end.
"Ugh," I scrunched my nose in indifference, "You know I die if there's a solo character. I'm much better in a group I can control."
"That's because you're an idiot and dive straight into battle," he mumbled again, "And their is group you play in, dumbass." I gasp in fake shock and hurt.
"You wound me good sir!" I cry dramatically into the phone, "And well...i still don't want to play."
He laughed, "Always needing others to save you."
"Yea well I hate being alone," I whine, "It's like a pet peeve of mine."
"If you hate being alone, why do you stuff your face into a computer? You nerd."
"You're a bigger nerd then me!" I snap back resisting the urge to stick my tongue out at the plastic device.
"Yea. Yea." He says obviously ignoring my tantrum, "So pick you up in an hour?"
I sigh but with a big smile plastered on my face, "Sure. I'm going to take a shower."
"Brush your teeth," he chides his voice mimicking an older lady.
"Yes mother," I play along sounding like a defeated child.
We laugh and I hang up. No goodbye's cause that's just how we roll. I jump off my bed and rush over to my closet grabbing something that looks seemingly presentable then rushing onto the bathroom. I turn on the tub's faucet before stripping out of my green poko dotted matching pajamas. I pause in mid tossing of my shirt to stare at my reflection. I lean forward dropping the shirt on the tiled floor gazing into my own hazel eyes. I pat my cheeks letting my fingers skim over the bumpy patches of blackheads then to my button nose pinching my nostrils together. I take a deep breath before holding the air in. I watch in mild interest as my face turn blotchy before full blown red. When my lungs began burning and my face began to turn a weird shade of darkish red going on blue I let go and refilled my deprived lungs. I let out a laugh running a hand through my light brown hair finding my previous actions strangely amusing. I finish undressing and step into the slightly scorching water. The muscles I hadn't known to be tense relax and I lift my face upward letting the water engulf me.
"No. No. No. I'm not a Fable fan! Played it once and I ended up dying," I said glaring at the plastic cover shoved in my face.
"But it's so good!" Charlie whines as he pulls the game over his heart shaking his hips in a girly protest.
"Whatever," I say rolling my eyes turning away from the pouting man. I stared at the racks holding a vast amount of games before choosing one that looked vaguely interesting. I turned it to the back skimming over the summary before looking at Charlie who had occupied himself in the corner reading a guide book to Fable III.
"Hey," I called over to him. He looked up his blue eyes flashing over his glasses before sticking out his lower lip showing me that he was still pouting. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
"We going to the mall after this?" I questioned placing the uninteresting game back on the shelf.
"I don't know, we have to pick up Jay-Jay after Kyle gets done buying the new Gears," he states twirling his long blonde hair around his index finger.
"I hope we do," I sigh walking over to him, "I want to go to the book store to buy a new book."
"Another trashy romance novel, Lollipop," he groans wrapping a pale arm around my shoulder then placing his head on mine, "Didn't you buy one on Thursday?"
I scowl and flick the fridge of his noise, he squeals like a little girl.
"You know I finished it the day I got it. I'm craving a new one," I mumble glaring at Charlie, "I like this author so I want the next book in her series."
"You're so abusive Lolli," Charlie whines wrapping his arms around my shoulder giving a fake cry next to my ear.
"Lee, can you be anymore gay?" Kyle asks as he walks up to us with a large smile on his face. His green eyes glisten as he protectively holds the Game Field bag close to his chest. He looks like he'd been offered the best sex of his life. I looked up at him with a small smile. In his case maybe he had.
"How can you be so insensitive, Kyle!" he wails burying his face in the crook of my neck. I rotated my shoulders trying to relieve the pressure of having the 6 foot boy weighing down on my 5 foot 8 body. It did no good. I huffed in annoyance.
"Get off, Charlie," I growl grabbing his upper body trying to pry him off.
"My friends are such beasts!" he cries out and turns away slamming himself into the wall with his hand pounding into the cement. I roll my eyes at him. Such a drama queen I think then turn to the glowing red head at my side. The way Kyle was holding the Gears case I swear it looked like he would make-out with it any second. Then again maybe he would if he knew no one was looking I chuckle to myself. My evil amusement brought Kyle out of his trance and he looked at me with suspicious eyes.
"What?" he asks turning a little, moving the game out of my reach. I shake my head at him as I turn to leave the game store.
"No one wants your game, Kyle," Charlie says catching up to me in one stride obviously over his tantrum.
"Jealous," Kyle snickered as he tucked the game back into the bag.
"Why would I be jealous of the person whose ass I kick at Halo?" Charlie snickers as he sticks his tongue out at him.
"Wha-" Kyle gasps his face turning red as his hair, "N-no one plays Halo anymore!"
"I guess you do," Charlie laughs, "Cause you bring it out every time I'm over." Kyle glares his face boiling.
"You're an Idiot!"
"You're a nerd."
"You're a red head."
"Don't be so stupid!"
"Don't be so cute."
"What?" Kyle's voice breaks.
"Let's make out," Charlie says his face all blank and serious. Kyle can't help but stutter. I sigh touching my forehead as I stop at Kyle's black Camaro.
"I don't like Halo," I say as I sit down in the back seat. Kyle and Charlie's head whipped around giving me wide surprised stares.
"What!" Kyle squeaked.
"Lollipop! You don't know what you're saying," Charlie groans cupping his face as he shakes his head.
"That-That's blasphemy! Halo is a legacy!" Kyle said slouching back in the driver's seat.
"Yea well I kept dying," I grumble looking out the window.
"Lolli you die too much," Charlie sighs turning back to the front.
"Yea I know," I smile at them, "I'm better when I'm with someone."
A man squated down on the edge of the roof of a small gothic built church reaching out to a large pillar to steady his already perfect balance. He brought a pair binoculars with his other hand to his face resting it on the bridge of his nose. Not finding what he was looking for the man made a deep noise of irritation as he pulled away from the lens.
"Don't tell me you lost him," a male voice snickered behind him. The man gritted his teeth and tossed a look over his shoulder glaring at the lounging younger male.
"I lost him!" he growled anger seething from every pore, "Whose the one that got distracted by that female ghost?"
"Hey," the younger man grinned his orange eyes lighting up, "She hadn't been kissed in over a century. Who am I to say no to a naughty virgin?" The man rolled his gray eyes and returned to surveying his surroundings. After a few moments he sighed, once again not finding what he was looking for.
"We'll just have to wait for him to come back," the man grunted tucking the binoculars in his back pocket.
The younger man groaned, "What? That could take weeks!"
"And whose fault is that!" the man snapped snarling. The younger man snorted in indifference. The man stood up and ran a hand through the top of his long black hair trying to calm his waning nerves.
"Vergil is not going to be happy," the man grumbled pulling back to stare at the green tree topped horiizon.
The orange eyed man snorted again, "Whenever is that ass kisser happy." The man shot a glare to his compainion. The younger male laughed shaking his bleach blonde head before shrugging in defeat.
"We need to find him soon before he causes more trouble," the man said dryly, "I'm going to look around." He shot the smiling male another look before jumping off the roof and plummeting to the ground. The younger male smile grew as he watched the man disappear. He turned around sauntering over to the door that lead back inside the church.
"I guess I'll go look for that virgin," His lips twitched as they pulled back showing large pointed canines. His round pupils diliated into small black slights and his hands flexed at his side. With the sun covered by a wondering cloud the lack of light shadowed part of his face and his look mirrored that of a savage beast.
"She looked mighty tasty," he mumbled and grabbed the brass door knob. He walked into the holy corridor and shut the wooden door behind him with a sturdy slam.
Reapor's rule 1201: Death is a privelage not a right
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