The Reapers Love
The Reaper’s
Love
Look for it in my book Other Realms. I hope you enjoy this sneak peek!
Look for it in my book Other Realms. I hope you enjoy this sneak peek!
Here is a sample of my latest creation I hope you enjoy.
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All I remember is a
cacophony of noise, crunching metal, crackling glass and then the sky so blue
and endless. Looming over me was a
shadow, the silhouette of a beautiful woman.
She had long elegant features, skin as pale as moonlight. Her long raven hair was blacker and darker
than the deepest night. Her piercing
eyes glimmered like starlight. She
was…she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen! For some reason the world looked a little off
in comparison to her.
“The park…crap I must have fallen asleep! What time is it?” The young man glanced at his watch “What a
day…How did I manage to do that?” Its
face was cracked into a spider web pattern and time had stopped. Slowly he began to take in his
surroundings. Nearby a horrible scene
rose out of the background, sirens blazed as a young man covered in blood was
lifted onto a gurney and rolled into an ambulance. As suddenly as he saw the scene he happened
to glance up locking eyes with a beauty not of this world. She seemed out of place, she stood stoic and
timeless. She had dark black hair, a
pale skin tone and striking elongated but elegant features. As soon as he saw here a chill crept over his
entire body, like a snail over taking a turtle in a race. As his heart beat gained speed the coldness
was soon forgotten.
A man in the ambulance
injected a stabilizer, “I’ve got a pulse.
We need to hurry he is in bad shape.”
The ambulance roared down a side street, screeching to a halt outside
the nearest hospital. Like the start of
a horse race two men shot out of the ambulance carting a broken and disheveled
young man in his late twenties. If he
could stand he would be about five feet and seven inches tall. He had blood soaked dark brown hair and
seafoam green eyes. Soon there were
nurses and a doctor swarming all over him.
A world away from the
hospital a young man of a similar description sat in a park. “Wow she is gorgeous” his words came to an
abrupt stop. “I just said that out loud didn’t I?” With a questioning look he stared
upward. As she looked down on him she
could not help but smile “thanks for the compliment” the song of her voice was
ominous in its foreboding beauty. At the
mere sound of it all other sounds ceased.
The air was electrified but still, it was as if the whole of the world
had just stopped. Too the young man it
was sweet and peaceful, he was trapped, lost in her gaze. He continued to stare, both his palms were
face down on the soft grass beneath him, she could not help but be a little
self-conscious “What?!” At the sound of
it the sky darkened as if a storm were coming!
Her voice did have a melodic quality to it much like the knell of a
requiem bell. Regardless of how ominous
it seemed it felt so peaceful to him.
“I am sorry for
staring but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Would you like to go get some coffee?” The young man nervously ran his fingers
through his hair as he waited for her reply.
He could not take his eyes off of her.
Never had he ever seen a woman like her.
There was a strange glow to her.
He could not explain it but something about her was different. With a shocked look she replied without
thinking “I would love too!” Her voice
had something he could not quite place, it wasn’t an accent. It was…it defied explanation. The young man rose to his feet reaching out
his hand “my name is Bobby” again she looked puzzled. Her hands never moved, she had no idea what
to do or for that matter what was even happening. She had come for his soul; it was if he did
not know her and Bobby?! Where did that come
from? As she stood mulling over the name
he had given, Bobby just kept staring at her.
He had caught her off guard. Bobby
gripped her right hand with his and shook it gently. She jerked back in surprise no one had ever
tried to touch her before. She was …
Anyway?! Humans are supposed to cower in
fear.
Bobby seeing her odd reaction apologized “You’re not
from around her are you?” She just
smiled “something like that” her voice just seemed to echo on forever. Her striking visage stood out above all other
things. The buildings behind her were
blurred by her presence. Even she
noticed the world looked off and it unnerved her. However, there was a more pressing
issue. Under the surface she was
desperate, searching her memories trying to remember something she had long
forgotten. Buried in her thoughts was
one running question that filled her with…not fear; the feeling could only be
described as anxiety. What is my
name? He will ask soon! Her pale cheek began to flush as she
remembered how to smile, unaware that she was already smiling. Her thoughts were interrupted as bobby took
her hand again.
“This is how we say
hello, now grip my hand firmly and lightly shake like this.” Slowly their hand went up and down at the rhythm
Bobby had set. In an instant she made
the connection she had seen numerous humans do this strange ritual countless
times. “I never got your name?!” His voice had startled her as her eyes
trailed upward they met his. She found herself
lost in his seafoam green eyes. The
question she feared had been posed and begged an answer and then it just rolled
off her tongue “Caty!” The second she
said it she… To make it worse she had
given him some cutesy form of her real name?
In her thoughts a singular thought took front row and center, why did I
do that, my name is Hecate! But he is
the first mortal to ever ask me for my name.
What is it about him that makes me lose myself? And, who is Bobby I came for Cecil Aloysius
Schumpert! Have I got the wrong
guy?! Why did I do that? No one has
ever…?!
This was a question no one had ever asked her before;
a single tear drop ran down her cheek as she became aware of Bobby’s change in
demeanor. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry” he
had this horrified look on his face? She
could not help but wonder “sorry for what?!”
Still staring in to her eyes he answered “I made you cry” she wiped the
tear away as shocked as he was; her chance meeting with this young man had
stirred emotions she had long forgotten.
Never once did the thought enter her mind that he might have finally
figured out who she was!
After all she had been around almost as long as time
itself. She had roamed the earth alone
but never forgotten through countless ages.
She was a servant of Death, what many would call a Grim Reaper. Why does this mortal not fear me? Her thought summoned a small black cat with
eyes as yellow as the sun. The cat had caught her off guard but had
appeared at an opportune time she just needed to pass it a message without the
mortal seeing her. While lost in thought
she had failed to notice Bobby was standing square in front of her staring
deeply into her eyes. “Now, about that
coffee?” The tone of his voice was
verging on bouncy. Too her amazement he was not the least bit afraid. He turned away from her trying to figure out
what direction the coffee shop was in, mumbling to himself “we are in the park
so we need…” This was the moment she had
been waiting for “Seraphim go get my father something strange is going on?!” The cat vanished as Bobby turned back around. I must have the right guy, death does not
make mistakes. So what is going on? Her thoughts were racing and she was not
prepared for what happened next!
Bobby quickly took her
hand “it’s this way” noticing it as if for the first time “your hands are like
ice?! Some hot coffee can fix that!” With a smile he led the way. She seemed to forget herself when he was
around. With her hand in his he urged
her to follow “I know this great little shop.”
The world began to shift; he did not seem to notice. However, Caty did and it scared her…her, a
harbinger of death afraid? She was
tongue tied. A collidescope of color
swirled all around them. Just what is
happening? What is Coffee, where is he
taking me?! So many questions filled her
head. This was all new to her.
At the same time in what seems like a world away. In a hospital emergency room a battered and
broken young man lay on the brink, clinging to life. “Doctor we are losing him, respiration is
falling.” Clambering voices surrounded
him “I’ve lost the pulse!” “Defib!” “Charging…Clear” his body wriggled and a few
heart beats then flat lined “Clear” “I’ve got a weak pulse!” The Doctor just looked down at the young man
“come on son come back to this side?!”
Out in the waiting room sat a lone dark figure reading a magazine. Suddenly a cat appeared in his lap “Hello
Seraphim I am aware!” “Nurse the young
man is stable but we need to move him to intensive care, he is not out of the
woods yet...! I can see what you are thinking and his fate is out of our hands
only time will tell?!” The doctor’s
voice echoed down the hall.
A crooked smile spread
across the dark figures face as he rose to his feet. The black cat darted in and out around his
feet. Steadfast as a gravestone he
watched the white coats vanish around a corner.
With a silence that can only be found in graveyards. The dark figure of a man crept over to the
room. Pausing for just a moment to look
down both sides of the hallway, he entered the room. Looking down at the broken young man “who
knew this one would be special? Well I
had better get to work!”
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