A soul collectors love

Mr Blue eyes

Amanda flexed her fingers feeling the cool sheets surround her hand. She smiled; she always had been a morning person. She felt her feet still encased by the heeled wedge and frowned; did I not get changed into my pajamas? Her hands came into contact with her dress and with a hard sigh she realized no, she did not. She tried to remember how she got home and suddenly, the events of last night started flooding back and her eyes popped open. Where the hell am I? She scanned the room and found a modern design with grey and blues. “Okay...” she whispered to herself. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and tried to walk as silently as she could towards the door. She heard voices coming from the door the closer she got and managed to peak through the crack. She quickly put her hand over her mouth concealing the gasp at the sight she beheld. There was some sort of beast like creature with huge teeth. They looked like dogs’ teeth and a hollowed nose almost skeletal. The head was made from a mane of centipede legs but his body seemed to be human dressed in an immaculate suite. His eyes shone a burnt orange color, perhaps even gold. She closed her eyes repeating a mantra of this is not real and it is only a dream, in her head. “Pull your s**t together Amanda!” she scolded herself in a harsh whisper. She peaked out the door again and saw the black goo transfer to the ugly monster thing. His lips pulled into what seemed like a smile and she felt a shudder run down her spine. In a second he was gone and hottie was turning back towards the room. “Oh no.” She began to panic. Her eyes started searching the room on where to hide. She saw another door leading to a bathroom and sprinted because surely it must have a lock. She reached the door just as hottie entered the room and saw his shocked look before slamming the door and bolting the tiny bolt. This will definitely not keep him out, but she felt safe for the moment. “Who are you?!” she yelled through the door. “Listen, babe, we don't need to exchange first names. We can just get down to what you saw and if you’re gonna tell someone.” He replied in a charismatic voice. “Do not call me babe. If I say I did not see anything, will you let me go?” she asked hopefully, leaning her head against the door. A hand descended on her shoulder, she gasped and whipped her head around. “How did you...What... Where..?” she trailed off pushing herself back against the door feeling suddenly terrified. “Well, I am a talented man as you seem to be quite aware of. You couldn't seem to keep your eyes off of me at the club.” He smirked at her, giving her a flash of that sexy grin. That seemed to make her forget her terror as it irked her, “Excuse me, Mr blue eyes, but you weren't exactly keeping your intentions hidden either. You were eyeing me out too”, she crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a ‘try to deny it’ look. He gave her a full out smile and it made her heart flutter. No, don't you dare! She scolded herself in her head. She was not falling for another guy with red flags; he should be the poster boy for red flags with a monster in his living room. “Mr Blue eyes... I like it. But I think I prefer Ajax. It's nice to meet you...?” he seemed to be waiting for her to fill in her name. Should she? Well she's locked in his bathroom, there's a possibility that he's a sexy serial killer. Why the hell not? “Amanda” she said simply. “It's nice to meet you Amanda.” She smiled sweetly, “I can't say the same” she said in a sugar sweet voice. “Whoo. Someone is being sassy.” He held his hands up in surrender, “I'll tell you everything you want to know if we could perhaps leave the bathroom and go to the living room?” he asked with a slight smile. She began to smile in return, what is actually wrong with me? She wanted to hit herself. She straightened out her features and gave a forced shrug. “Why not? If you wanted to kill me, I'm sure you would’ve done it already.” She turned on her heel, unbolted the door and strode out of the bathroom, portraying a confidence she didn't feel. She strode out of the bedroom into the living room. “Start.” She stated before sitting tensely on one of the couches. He seemed to be debating his choices. He was eyeing the cushion next to her but seemed to think distance was the better option and she appreciated it. He looked into her eyes and smiled genuinely before beginning, “I am a half human, half demon. That thing you saw in here earlier? He is my father. My mother was human.” She held up a finger to interrupt him, “Are you joking right now? Because if you are, I don't think it's funny.” She searched his eyes trying to discern the truth and after seeing that he actually believed himself she burst into hysterical laughter. “You're a demon?” she laughed harder at that. He began to laugh with even though he wasn’t sure what was funny, “Half demon.” He corrected. She calmed herself down, “Please carry on.” she did a motion with her hands to show that the floor was his. He raised an eyebrow at that but shrugged and carried on, “I collect souls for him, the more evil, the better. It's some type of competition in hell. The guy that tried to attack you last night was my most recent assignment but I have just received another.” He shook his head before carrying on, “All of these souls are destined to die before they are assigned to us. It's like a law, as soon as the death sentence is brought down on their heads, its open season.” “Wait, so you're like a grim reaper? And you collect evil souls? What does death sentence even mean? Can you take my soul?” she began listing off the questions, with the last being a bit more hesitant. “Not that I want you to!” she quickly added. He gave a little chuckle at that, “Yes, you could say I am kind of like the grim reaper, but I do not escort good souls to heaven, just bad souls to the ones that are going to torture them in hell. We try getting the worst souls mankind has to offer. The death sentence means the day that they are due to meet their fate, for example, tonight Bob Macenzie was due to die in a car accident in two weeks. I just helped him reach his end goal faster with fewer casualties. The big man upstairs allows these kinds of things to a certain extent. And yes, I can take your soul but it won’t be any good it’s all white and pure. Nasty little thing.” He explained in detail saying the last with disgust. “I am happy with the colour of my soul thank you very much! At least you can’t get your grubby paws on it.” She snapped in return folding her arms over her chest. “You're cute when you're upset and offended.” He gave her a charming smile. “You don't give up do you?” she asked incredulously. “Give up?” he asked, seeming oblivious to her meaning. “You flirt, every chance you get.” She explained. “No, that was me just giving a beautiful woman a compliment.” He stated before getting up and strolling across the room walking behind the couch she was on. “Where are you going?” She asked with her eyes following his every sexy movement, her whole body turning as he walked up to a bar in the corner of the room next to a sliding door. She got up as she wanted to look beyond. “I need a drink and I am assuming you need one too.” She nodded her head, her eyes never leaving the door. She saw an olympic sized swimming pool and surrounding it was rolling green grass leading to the perimeter that was dotted with rose bushes. In between the rose bushes it looked like there were flowers of all kinds. She could only see everything because of the brightness of the full moon. He strolled up to her, drinks in hand, handing over her drink, “I must say, you don't seem all that shocked about the huge bomb of information I dropped on you.” She stared into his endless eyes watching him see through to her soul. “I am not really surprised. This might sound crazy to a person that is supernatural but I always kind of knew that there was more out there. I believe in angels, demons, God and the devil. I have always had these vivid dreams of both heaven and hell.” As she spoke, she stared into space while picturing the different things she dreamt of as a little girl. She looked at the drink in her hand, a vodka cranberry, her favorite. She already had so many of these tonight and she felt this one taking her back to her drunken high she was on when she left the club. She took a deep breath and smiled, “How did you know?” she asked tilting her head towards her drink. “I saw you have at least two of those while I was there.” He turned towards her taking a sip of his vodka on the rocks, she scrunched her nose seeing his movement, “How can you drink that?” he smiled, “It's like honey to me.” She shrugged and as she did, she noticed how he followed her movements and his eyes roamed her body, she suddenly felt hot. She licked her lips and watched as he did the same, “Ajax...” she whispered, “Amanda.” He said back in his sexy rough voice. “Kiss me.” Before the words were fully out he smashed his lips against hers and began his sensual exploration.