Summary: Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Anger, Greed, and Sloth, the seven deadly sins. Paige collects the souls of the most sinful men for the Devil himself. There's just one problem, even the modern day Death can make mistakes, and she's not exactly dead herself.


"I love you babe, that was better than yesterday,"

The dark haired girl rolled her eyes at the naked man beside her, the covers pulled over his repulsive body. If it wasn't for the fact that he was rich, not to mention sinful, she wouldn't have bothered coming.

"Me too," she mumbled.

Her hands crept down to the corner of her pillow where a kitchen knife lay waiting. She bit back a snarl as he traced a finger over her stomach. He made crooning noise before looking back at her,

"Soon you will marry me and we'll have chil –"

The sound of silk being torn echoed in the large bedroom, the man never finished his sentence. He made a gagging noise before looking down at the knife protruding from his body. Its black handle looked oddly surreal beneath the folds of the blanket. Paige had only to wait for a few seconds before he slumped back against the mountain of pillows, his eyes glazed over. A large gust of wind blew the bedroom door off its hinges and a menacing looking man walked into the room. His eyes swept over the scene before him and he grinned, earning him a disgusted glance from Paige while she dressed.

"Where's my book Tony?"

He produced from under his arm a large black leather bound book that he passed to her. She took it and flipped through the pages before coming to a stop. Her brow wrinkled in confusion and he cleared his throat.

"What do I do with him Paige?"

She waved her hand dismissively.

"Take the body with you," she said.

"What about you?"

He watched while she strode over to the doors, throwing them open and climbing onto the edge of the balcony.

"I'm going to check this name out, it keeps disappearing for a few days and… never mind just do as you're told," she said before throwing herself over the edge.


Paige looked down at the name in the book; even now it was starting to fade. Who the hell was Nicholas Steele? She pushed the trouble thought from her mind only to have another push its way in. Once a name appeared in the book, it never disappeared. Paige rolled her eyes as she hurried down alley after alley, wherever the book led her. Ignoring the cold, she turned corner after corner. This was not a good sign; surely this man was a threat of some kind. Her lips fell into a pout, suppose he wasn't human?

Suddenly the name came back darker than before. Paige snarled, there was definitely something off about this Nicholas Steele. She gave a soft grunt as the book jammed itself into her abdomen, knocking the air from her lungs and preventing her from taking another step. She glanced at the run down building. Light streamed through a few of the windows and the sound of lust assaulted her ears.

"What is this place?" she muttered.

Tucking the book firmly under her arm she approached the door. As she raised her hand to grab the knocker, the door opened and a stream of men rushed out in a hurry, pushing her to the ground as they left. Her nose wrinkled in disgust as they ignored her on the ground, laughing and talking loudly to one another, the smell of alcohol hung thick around them. Her cheeks burned with humiliation and she stood to enter the before the door closed. This time a neatly dressed man came out. He stopped quickly before bumping into her.

The man was young, in his early twenties. He had messy blonde hair and gray eyes that were like chips of ice.

"Excuse you," he said roughly.

He brushed past her, knocking into the arm she held the book in and Paige felt a tingling. Not sure if it was the nerves or the book, she hoped it was the latter as she reached out to grab the back of his wool coat. He was dressed like a typical rich man on a cold night. His long black overcoat covered everything else, and on his feet were a pair of rather smart looking leather shoes.

"Can I help you?" he asked impatiently.

This time there was no doubt, the book sent a tingling sensation up Paige's arm, forcing her to bite back a gasp.

"Ah…I was wondering if you could tell me where I was?"

She mentally slapped herself.

"You're at the Cheshire Kitty," he drawled.

"I beg your pardon?" she asked.

"It's a brothel you stupid girl, and if you know what's good for you, you'll leave now,"

She drew herself up to her full height, even then the top of her head barely grazed his nose, not very impressive. She sent the man a death glare as he looked down his nose at her. Then she remembered the book. She pulled back again.

"Actually, I don't have anywhere to stay" she whispered.

She waited attentively as he studied her. By now, most men would have been on their knees begging her to stay with them.

"I have a girlfriend," he informed her.

She glanced at the brothel before glancing back at him with an 'are you kidding me?' look written across her face. His gaze was unwavering.

"I am not letting you live with me,"

He turned to go,

"Wait, I don't even know your name!" she called desperately.

The book better have found the right person. He turned to face her one last time.

"Nicholas," he said.

As he strolled away into the dark Paige hurried toward the alley. Picking a spot she seated herself, pulling the book onto her lap. She flipped the book open to the last page.

"Show me the girlfriend," she muttered.

At first the shapes were murky, like trying to find a reflection in dark water but soon they became clear. A rather pretty blonde girl was being slammed into from behind by a man who was definitely not Nicholas. Too bad she didn't collect women. Paige slammed the book shut feeling disgusted. The stupid man didn't even know what was happening.

"Might as well put him out of his misery," she said to herself.

She stood and approached the door to the brothel. Taking a deep breath, she let herself in. A small woman with a pair of round glasses gave her the once over.

"Are you looking for a job?"

Paige shook her head, clutching the book tighter.

"I need a room to stay in for the night," she said.

"Forty," the woman said briskly.

Sighing, Paige pulled a few crumpled bills from her pocket and tossed them onto the table.

"Up the stairs, second door on the left" the woman said.

Paige trudged toward the room. She could still hear the gasps and moans through the doors. Gritting her teeth she entered the room. The bed was made neatly and there was a small glass pitcher filled with water on the table beside it. She slid the book under the bed before climbing under the covers.

Tomorrow, she would give Nicholas Steele exactly what he deserved.