Caitlin: Rebel's ReapersMature

After the song finished, I stepped up to the stage.

"Tonight we have something a little special for you. The new girl in hell, with a voice to die for, Caitlin"

I smiled at the introduction from Alex, and stepped into the spotlight. I was aware of the murmur of appreciation from the men as I adjusted the mic. I was tall, and slim like a lot of Reapers. I was dressed in black skinny jeans and a skin-tight tank top which showed the swirling tattoo down my arm. A long knife ran to mid-way down my thigh. My hair tumbled down my back in loose curls, a dark black-red. My eyes were unusual in that they were a deep emerald green. I always wore eyeliner, which accentuated their almond shape. I had been blessed (ironically) with stunning good looks, and a voice to match.

The band struck the opening chords and I began to sing a ballad. Slowly, the whole club stopped to listen. A few couples began slow-dancing on the floor. When the song was done, people began to clap. I slipped quietly offstage and the band thanked me before carrying on with their set. I sat chatting to Alex, an old friend of mine, when Crimson appeared, grinning evilly.

"I don't think we have met?" I said boldly, giving her my most stunning smile. "I'm Caitlin. Get on the wrong side of me and I'll kick that ass of yours back to where it came from."

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