Kirin grumbled as she yanked the tight black skirt further down her thighs. She hated that she had to dress up like a tramp just to lure out guys who figured out a way to cheat death.

“Stupid blonde reaper! Why did it have to be a pervert with a taste for black haired girls?? I can’t wait till we have to find a gay guy!”

Kirin came to a halt on the sidewalk. She ran a hand through her inky tresses to calm herself. She raised her head towards the skyline; she was trying to get a glimpse of her blonde companion. She realized that not even radar would be able to find him; so there would be no way for her to find him without him revealing himself to her. She let out a soft sigh and continued her way towards the parlous bar. Oh how she hated to do this sometimes.

‘Why can’t they be attracted to blondes or brunettes?’ Was she last thought before she reached the decaying door of the bar.

Flashing green eyes watched as the young dark haired woman quickly walked towards the dive bar. The green eyed man grinned as he saw her look up at the roof.

‘She’s trying to look for me.’

He thought as he locked onto to the ice blue color of her irises. He started remember back to the first time he caught sight of those icy pools.

~He walked down the halls of his own personal hell… Otherwise known as Spring Valley High School. He absolutely hated this. Why was he chosen to look for the girl destined to become a death angel? He certainly didn’t fit in here…. Then again a young man with a chest and arms full of tattoos would never fit in at a high school. Especially not as a high school student. He felt something warm and petite collide with his chest he was pulled out of his head.

“Hey! Thanks a lot JERK! How about looking where you walk, next time!”

He looked down to see that the voice belonged to a petite inky tressed teenage girl. The next thing that caught his attention was the twin pools of artic water glaring at him. All he could think was

‘Wow’

The girl continued to glare at him. She then raised an eyebrow at him and asked

“Are you going to just stand there or help me up?”

That snapped him out of his trance that he was lured into by her icy eyes. He immediately reached down and clasped his hand around her colder and much smaller. As he pulled her up he realized that her nails were painted the same artic blue as her eyes.

“I’m Isra and I’m sorry about knocking you over Miss…?” He asked after apologizing

“Oh yeah…. I’m Kirin. Kirin Grey or as everyone around here thinks- The NutJob.” She quite proudly answered back. He quirked an eyebrow at this and smiled. She smiled back a smile with two razor-sharp canines on display. He realized that maybe she would make this awful job into a fun one. ~

Isra was pulled out of his reverie when heard the irksome door open. He looked down quick enough to see the ends of his lover’s hair disappear through the doorway. A feral grin spread across his face. He became excited as he realized his job had begun.

‘Finally! Now we can play!’

He thought as he pulled the hood of his cloak over his head to shade his features with darkness. He looked beside him at the tell-tale weapon. His scythe.

‘Of course the Grim Reaper has to have his scythe!!’ He thought as he grabbed his weapon and jumped from the roof.

Kirin entered the jovial yet piggish bar. The smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke wafted into Kirin’s nose. Her nose wrinkled at the foul odor the place seemed to be doused. A grimace became painted upon her young face.

‘Jease. Why would anyone want to come here voluntarily?!’ She asked herself mentally as she walked up to the bar. Once again she rushed her fingers through her hair. She ordered a plain beer as she sat down on a barstool that groaned in protest. The naïve bartender didn’t even ID her.

‘Idiot.’ She thought as she sipped her beer and scanned her settings. A slight frown marred her features.

“Hey doll, want a man for the night?” She was startled by a gravelly, aged and obviously male voice. She was already disturbed just by the sound of this guy. She visibly shuttered when she realized that she’d have to face the guy. She could basically hear the man grin when she shuttered.

“Doll?” Kirin turned her head to see a thirty-something man with balding and greasy hair and an overly large beer belly. The crude man looked at her with a lascivious gleam in his eyes. The slightly white wife beater didn’t do anything but worsen his appearance.

A Laugh escaped Kirin’s lips.

“Dude, just hurry up and get lost already.”

The man grumbled as he waddled off.

Kirin was still chuckling when the hairs on the back if her neck stood up. She turned her head to see a man staring at her from a table on the other side of the bar. The man defined creepy. Yet the things that caught her eyes were the black lines he apparently had tattooed onto his face. Her eyes widened. She realized that those weren’t tattoos but, his facial veins. This man was the one who had avoided death and the underworld. This man was also her and Isra’s target.

The man smirked at her while standing from his chair. He then began walking towards the back of the bar. Kirin’s eyes followed the man out of the room. She stood up and began to follow him. Kirin felt an inkling that soon enough that her life could be in jeopardy. She could only hope that Isra would once again be there in time.

Isra quickly walked through the bar’s door when it was opened by a middle aged extravagantly dressed female patron. Isra didn’t even want to think of the reason that she could be here for. As he glanced around, he caught sight of Kirin sitting at the bar. Even in her revealing clothes, she stuck out amongst all the other women. It seemed that he wasn’t the only one with eyes for her. Isra was disgusted with the man who wanted HIS Kirin.

“That disgusting should never even have sight of her!” He angrily thought as he went to hide in the shadows near the bar. He felt himself smirk as Kirin rudely turned the man down.

“Ha! That slob finally got the message!” Isra cheered mentally as he gazed at Kirin. He felt his blood go cold as he saw the look of fear flash across Kirin’s face. Her saw her eyes widen as she stared at something across the room. Isra followed her gaze to see a man with thick black lines twisting across his face. This man seemed to radiate evil and decay. Isra had encountered this gruesome combination many times before. They were his line of business. It had finally clicked in his mind. This man was his and Kirin’s target and current job. He whipped his to look at Kirin. He realized he was too late to warn her. She was already following the basically undead man out the door. Fear once again consumed Isra’s heart and veins. Isra quickly stood up and all but ran towards the daunting back door. He hoped to god that he could get to her in time. He threw opened the door to see a sight that froze his heart not even a second later.

Kirin cried out in pain as the man threw her against the brick wall of the alley. Her back screamed in agony as she slid down the harsh brick. She felt her hair being ripped from her skull as the man seized her from the ground. He positioned his foul face in front of hers. He gave a leering smile with a mouth full of decaying and gnarled teeth.

“Isn’t yo’ jest as purdy as one them china dolls?” The man’s dialect made Kirin twist with discomfort. She wanted Isra to hurry and get here.

“Sweetheart won’t yo’ let me see them blue eyes of yer’s?” Kirin could feel her eyes become drenched with tears. She was more terrified than she had ever been in her life. Even more so than when she had to die to become a death angel. Kirin heard the crash of the rear come into contact with wall. She turned her head to see Isra. A grateful smile came onto her face.

“Hey! Fry mah hide! Cain’t yo’ see ah’s tryin’ t’git SOME? Git lost Buddy! Fry mah hide!” The man seemed to actually become even more disgusting. His accent could have been appealing if he wasn’t such a creep. Kirin felt then grip her hair even harder. She saw the bricks of the wall before she could even realize what he had done to her. She felt her eyes droop as the world seem to drenched in murky black shadows.

Isra felt his heart stop when the crude man shoved Kirin face first into the brick wall. He watched her eyes slowly drop as she became unconscious. His heart stood still as he feared that she would never awake again. He look up once again to see the man smirking a cruel and sadistic smile.

“Wal eff’n thet ain’t a shame; whut is? ah w’d’ve had so much fun wif a purdy gal like thet! Fry mah hide! Mebbe ah c’d haf kepp one of them purdy blue eyes.” Isra’s hate for the man seemed to be increased by tenfold. He raised his eyes in a glare at the man. Isra took aahold of his sytche handle. He gave a truly chilling and alarming grin. He raised his scythe and swung it at the man’s ashen and grim neck.

Kirin awoke to being carried as someone walking. She looked up to see Isra’s shadowed face. He looked down to see her eyes open.

“Oh. So you’re finally awake?” He leaned down to whisper in her ear. She nodded yes and relaxed back into the warmth of his chest.

“I killed that disgusting lunatic and sent him to hell. We can go back home now.” Kirin let a small but, satisfied smile grow on her face. She knew that he would always protect. She became lulled back into darkness of sleep once more.