Chapter 2.3 (Ryder)Mature

After Mollie left the bookshop, I paused for a few minutes, tracking her mentally with my mind. When a couple minutes had passed, I locked up and followed her, pulling the hood of my jacket up.

She went straight home, talking on the phone to someone. I assumed it was one of her parents. She took it away from her ear and looked at it for a moment before putting it away. I followed her home but didn't go in. All I needed to know was her daily routine and any fluctuations in it; I had to know exactly where she would be at the time of her passing. Giving her a job helped me with that.

I checked no one was watching and swapped forms, switching so that I would be invisible to the world.

I frowned at myself; I still couldn't believe I'd been so stupid as to let her see me last night. Thankfully, my scythe magic was strong enough to send her to sleep. She wasn't supposed to see me, not for another six months really but I had my own methods of getting my job done and no one complained as long as the end result was the same.

"So this is where she lives," I heard Alistair's voice say.

"Interfering with official matters is illegal, you know. Especially from rogues," I said, glancing back at him.

He grinned and shrugged. "Not like there's any worse they can do, is there?"

"I wouldn't push it."

He shrugged again. "So, how's it going with the girl?"

"I gave her a job."

"Oh, yes?"

"I need to get to know her routines, you know that," I said to him, frowning a little.

"Think you could spare a night?" he asked.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "What are you planning?"

"Nothing," he laughed. "I was just going to ask if you wanted to come to a nightclub with me this evening."

I watched him silently, trying to guess his game. "Who would be attending?"

"Just us. You and me. It's a... supernatural club."

"Ah, I see."

"I won't even try to get you drunk this time," he grinned.

I thought for a moment. "I don't see anything wrong with that. No drunken antics though."

"No, not at all." He grinned.

*

Alistair and I were in the nightclub. Lots of sorcerers and Fae were there too, as well as a few rogue reapers. I could tell I was the only reaper there still instated in our society.

Alistair came back to our table with another round of drinks.

"So, how's non-life treating you?" he asked.

"Not too bad, can't complain I suppose," I shrugged. He nodded. "What about you?"

"Good, mainly. Bit boring, but other than that non-life is good."

We sat in silence, drinking from the glasses he'd brought over.

"Do you ever regret going rogue?" I asked.

"Not at all," he replied immediately. "Sometimes I wonder if it would have been easier, but then I remember all the rules and I think, No, this existence will always be better."

I nodded slowly.

"Why, you considering it?"

"Not at the moment. I don't think I ever will but... you know, times change."

A couple hours later, we were walking away from the club, thankfully not too drunk. It turned out that Alistair actually had an apartment and it wasn't far. He put his arm around my shoulders, using me as a support so he didn't fall.

*

When I woke, I was half sleeping on a sofa and half on the floor. I wondered where I was, before hearing Alistair's snoring from the bedroom. I sleepily glanced up at the clock, seeing it was just past eleven in the morning.

I got up and found a piece of blank paper on a side table. I found a pen on a bookshelf and scribbled a note:

Thanks for letting me stay. See you soon.

I then left, shutting the door behind me quietly.

The End

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