Death's Visit 1

Isabella stood against the wall hidden away from the occupants of the room watching as the blond haired woman in the wedding dress finally let the man she had been torturing for the last two hours die. This had been her 5th victim in the last month and Isabella had witness each crime noticing that each one was more violent than the last. It was actually quite impressive that the vampire had been able to control her thirst and not given in to her blood lust. Isabella had learned that most vampires liked to drain their victims quickly and didn’t take the time to actually inflict that much pain. It was all rather boring. What this woman had done though had been quite impressive.

“I know you are there. I don’t know why you are following me but I know you have been with me since my death.” The blond woman said.

Isabella felt her body stiffen hearing those words. She hadn’t thought she made her presence obvious. Sometimes a killer would notice she was around but they didn’t usually address her personally.

The woman sighed as she wiped her bloody hands on her dress. “I don’t know who or what you are but I want you to know that he is the last one. I have finished seeking my revenge. You no longer need to follow me.”

Isabella wanted to tell the woman that she hadn’t actually been following her that it was her job to collect the souls of those who died but she not only didn’t want to she needed to grab the guy who had just died’s soul before he got too far. He had taken off in a run once he saw her. That was a usual occurrence when someone died and saw her waiting for them. She guessed it was the whole black robe with a hood that covered her head and the glowing red eyes that made people fear her. It could also be the large scythe she carried. She didn’t know and didn’t care. What she cared about was grabbing the man’s soul to deliver it to whatever place his final judgement deemed appropriate and get on to her next job.

Taking one last look at the blond woman Isabella fazed through the wall catching sight of her prey. The idiot was trying to get people to help him not realizing they could not see him nor could they hear him. Shaking her head at the stupidity the man was showing she walked up to him. “They can’t hear you.”

“Stay away from me!!” The man yelled holding his hands up defensively.

“I can’t do that Mr. King.” Isabella told him.

“Who are you?” Royce asked.

“I am the person who is going to escort you to the afterlife.” Isabella told him.

“What you mean?” Royce asked.

“I mean that you Mr. King are dead and I am going to be bringing your soul to it’s final resting place.” Isabella walked over to Royce and grabbed his arm.

“No, you can’t do this to me. I’m Royce King my father owns this town.” Royce screamed.

Isabella ignored the man and used her scythe to open a portal to the underworld. “Well Mr. King it seems like you have been a bad boy.”

“Got another one Bells?” Charlie, hell’s gatekeeper asked.

“Yeah this one died a gruesome death. It was the blond vampire again but for him she got dressed up as a bride before she took her time with him.” Isabella told Charlie.

Charlie smiled. “I hope she continues on her killing spree. The way she killed the last four was nothing short of a work of art.”

“She claims she’d done with the killings but we’ll see.” Isabella pushed the screaming Royce King Jr towards Charlie.

Charlie waved a demon who was waiting by the door over. “Derick will take him from here. If he is here for the same reason the other four are then he is in for a really fun time.”

“I may have to stop by to see for myself when I have some free time.” Isabella enjoyed watching the kind of people who got sent to hell get punished.

“Like you have free time.” Charlie knew Isabella was one of the hardest working reapers that lived.

“I do like to be busy.” Isabella never complained about her workload. She enjoyed helping souls move on to the afterlife.

“I’ll send a message to Lucifer letting him know you are planning on stopping by. You know he would love to see you.” Charlie said.

“It has been awhile.” Isabella would have to find a gift for Satan before she visited. He wouldn’t want her to bring him anything but Isabella knew of his love for good scotch so she would have to see if she could find a couple bottles of some top shelf brand for him.

“If you do come back can you bring me some Sears and Roebuck catalogs?” Charlie asked.

“Of course, I will also bring you some catalogs for the new cars being built. You wouldn’t believe how fast some of them go.” Isabella told him.

“Thanks Bells.” Charlie liked Isabella because she was nice enough to bring those who asked things from the human realm. Most other reapers didn’t bother interacting with the residents of the underworld preferring to spend their time in heaven instead. Not Isabella though. She didn’t care that hell was full of demons and things that would give the average person nightmares. She treated those who worked in heaven and hell the same.

“No problem Charlie. I better get going. I am scheduled to pick up an old lady who dies in her sleep.”Isabella waved good bye to the demon as she slashed her scythe through the air making a porthole to the human realm. The old woman wasn’t quite ready to die yet but Isabella wanted to pick up some peppermint candies for St. Peter before she collected the woman’s soul. Smiling to herself as she faded from her reaper form into that of a regular human woman Isabella couldn’t imagine life could get any better.