Chapter 9 Overprotective Reaper

-REPEAR POV-

I abandoned my duties for Julia, and I am not going to let some jerk ruin my slave with his foul self.

Brian rang her doorbell, and she answered with a wide smile before kissing him desperately.

Every kiss they made had my hand burning like a relentless fire.

I blended into the background, still watching because I was fearful to tell her still.

They head up to her room, even locking the door, but I'm already inside with the snap of my fingers.

They briefly stop, granting me some relief.

"Babe, umm...could you be gentle? I know you're way more experienced than me, but I'm still a little scared."

"Yeah, of course I will."

I'm mentally rolling my eyes at this low-class teenage drama.

Shakespeare made teenagers who were in love sound so immaculate, this she has going on with Brian sounds like a pop star's playlist.

He puts his hand on her knee, and he skates it up her leg, she's giggling, and I hate it. I absolutely hate it.

He's got her black lacy panties skimming down her legs, and I want to break him and take his soul early.

I can't keep quiet anymore. So, I step forward.

"Stop."

"Ahh!"

She screams, clearly shocked and completely displaced that someone she doesn't even remember is in her room.

Julia immediately pulls up her panties, and then stares directly at me.

"Woah! What's wrong? Did I do something you didn't like?"

"Umm...hello?! There's a man in my room."

She points at my direction, but Brian can't see me.

"He can't hear or see me. Only you can."

She starts heaving heavily.

"Get out of my room!"

Brian shifts awkwardly on his feet. Clearly feeling the mood has not turned out to what he hoped it would be.

"Ummm...Julia, maybe I'll just come back another time."

"Wait. What?"

Brian flees before she could stop him any further.

"Oh, thank you!"

I mutter my sarcastic thanks as I watch that imbecile Brian scram off. With him gone, I make myself comfortable in Julia's room, knowing it's only a matter of time before the questions come flooding in. I flop down on one of her beanbags, taking in the chaotic 360-degree view of her messy sanctuary.

Magazines and textbooks litter the floor, some half-opened, their pages curling as if exhausted from neglect. Soda cans crowd her study table, interspersed with an array of pens and markers scattered like fallen soldiers. A mountain of clothes sits precariously atop the laundry basket, perpetually awaiting a trip to the washer that never comes. Socks, both used and clean, form a trail that winds through the room like a breadcrumb path.

Despite the disarray, one thing remains immaculate: her trophy shelves. Each award is polished to a shine, standing proudly as a testament to her achievements. It's the only corner of the room that reflects the organised, driven side of Julia, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding it.

I lean back, my eyes lingering on the trophies. Each one tells a story, a moment of triumph in her life.

Her shouting snaps be back to look at her, my little slave now acknowledging my presence.

"What the hell?! Who the hell are you?! Get out!"

She says while scrunching up that pretty little face of hers. She's never shouted at me like this, but I get it, she's not exactly the Julia I once knew. But that doesn't mean I can't shape her to be.

I still resist the urge to grab her down and spank her ass. She's very rude because she's been brought up as an only child to two wealthy working parents.

"My name is Reaper."

It's hard to tell her who I am, because she doesn't remember, and she's human. The worst part about her being human is that I have to be more careful and gentler, because I can't just snap my fingers and fix her. She's not a soul right now. Besides, if I lead with telling her she's my slave and I'm her master, I'm pretty sure judging by her attitude, she'll start throwing hands in a fight she clearly won't win, no matter how athletic she may be.

"Julia, you can kiss him, but I won't let you do anything else apart from that."

I warn her, but it seems like she's more fixated on who I am and what I'm doing here.

"Who the hell are you?! How do you know my name?!"

"I'm a Grim Reaper, and my name is Reaper."

Without hesitance, she grabbed one of her trophies from the shelf behind her and hurled it at me. I barely had time to react, but using my powers, I stopped it mid-air. Rising from the beanbag, I let the trophy fall gently into my hands before placing it down on her crumb- and soda-filled study table.

I turned to look at her, and she was heaving, her chest rising and falling rapidly with fear and anger. The sight tugged at my heart, a mix of sadness and frustration welling up inside me. I longed to go to her, to bring back her memories so she wouldn't have to feel this way, but that was impossible.

"What are you?"

She asks in a whisper, after seeing what I did with that trophy of hers.

"I'm a Grim Reaper. I'm not here to hurt you or collect any souls. I'm here because..."

I trailed off, not knowing exactly what to call our relationship.

"I'm here because you're important to me."

She backs away even more, cowering in a corner but still defensive. I make sure to plant my feet where they are, so I don't scare her any more than I have to. Besides, I think alerting the whole neighbourhood with her continuously screaming, isn't a good idea either.

"Look, you signed a blood contract with me, which bonds you to me forever."

I hold up my hand, the scared one, and she comes closer.

"Give me your left hand."

I held out my hand, showing her both our palms. Julia hesitated for a moment, her breathing still uneven from the rush of emotions. She reached out tentatively, her fingers trembling slightly as she touched the scar on my palm. Her touch was gentle at first, exploring the mark that connected us in ways she couldn't understand.

Then, as if driven by a desperate need to erase the reminder of something unsettling, she gripped my hand more firmly. Her touch became rough, almost frantic, as she tried to rub out the scar. She even licked her thumb and rubbed it over the mark, as if hoping to make it disappear with her own saliva.

I winced slightly at the unexpected sensation, but I didn't pull away. Julia's actions spoke of a deeper fear and confusion, a need to make sense of something that defied all logic. She stared at the scar intently, her brow furrowed in concentration, as if by sheer force of will she could undo what had been done.

"It's real, you know?"

She immediately let's go, staring me up and down.

"Are you a demon? Because I am a Christian."

That was so insulting, but I let it slide because she doesn't know much about us.

I still let it slide, even when she starts praying right in front of me-as if trying to pray me away from her. To which I sigh.

"I'm not a demon. I'm here to tell you not to let that asshole have you like that."

She furrows her brows.

"Why? Who the hell are you to tell me what to do to my body?"

I would've slapped that mouth, made her kneel and shoved my cock down her throat as I make her choke on it. I steel myself, holding in my desire to punish her.

"I don't even know who you are. Just leave!"

"I can't do that. I need your word that you won't do that with him or anyone else."

"Why the hell not?!"

"Because you're mine!"

I say, my voice raising that I have to remember that this isn't my home, and I don't want to scare her, so I soften my voice again before speaking.

"The scar we have represents our blood contract. You just don't remember me."

"Why not?"

"Because you've been reincarnated."

She starts laughing, in complete disbelief.

"Really funny. I didn't know it was April fools, but good one. I don't know how you did that trophy thing, but it's a solid five stars. Who put you up to this? Brian? Liam? Sarah? Jennifer?"

I get upset that she's being like this. So, I stalk closer and as I do , that smile gets wiped off her face. She has no space to run when she hits the wall. I slam my fist above her head, locking her in under me.

"What do you want from me?"

She fearfully quivers out.

"I want to keep you safe with me."

The truth slips out, just as how I reach for her shirt, pulling it up. It's like unwrapping a present that's been out of my reach and waiting for me, each sensual pull of the fabric was a reminder of my deep desire for her. I've given in to the desires of wanting her, but just as quickly, she pushes me away and slaps me.

"Don't touch me!"

She's so rude and disrespectful that it fires me up.

On instinct, I put my knee up, grab her by hair, pushing her waist and bending her over my knee. The plumpness of her ass can be seen through her mini skirt, and my hand stops mid-air. I don't slap her ass, like I normally would when she disobeys me. Instead, I drop my knee, and she falls.

"What the hell?!"

With a snap of my fingers, the world around us shifted. In an instant, we were no longer in her cluttered room but standing on a cobbled street in Paris. Julia stumbled slightly as she regained her balance, her eyes wide with awe and disbelief.

The evening air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of freshly baked bread and the distant murmur of French conversation. Around us, elegant buildings adorned with wrought iron balconies stood tall, their windows illuminated with warm, inviting light. The soft glow of street lamps cast gentle pools of light on the cobblestones beneath our feet.

Julia turned slowly, taking in the grandeur of the cityscape. The Arc de Triomphe loomed in the distance, its majestic silhouette outlined against the deepening twilight sky. The Eiffel Tower stood proudly, its intricate lattice of iron reaching towards the stars above.

Her breath caught in her throat, overwhelmed by the sudden shift from the familiar chaos of her room to the serene beauty of Paris. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, emotions swirling within her as she struggled to comprehend the surreal experience.

"What in the world is going on?!"

"We're in Paris. Pick a country."

She's looking at me like I'm a mad man, but she obeys me anyways. See, I'm sure there's a bone in her that knows she's my Julia deep down.

"Germany."

With a snap of my fingers, the world around us shifted once more. In an instant, we left behind the quiet streets of Paris and arrived at a bustling train station in Germany.

The station buzzed with activity, passengers rushing to catch trains with destinations flashing on departure boards in German and English. Announcements echoed through the airy concourse, mixing with the sounds of rolling luggage and the click-clack of shoes on polished floors. Overhead, a grand arched ceiling soared, adorned with intricate ironwork and large, ornate chandeliers that bathed the space in a warm, golden glow.

Julia's initial surprise turned into excitement as she took in the scene. Her eyes sparkled with newfound energy, the weight of earlier uncertainties momentarily lifted. She turned to me with a grin, her curiosity now tinged with a playful edge.

"Bora-bora."

With a snap of my fingers, we left behind the bustling train station in Germany and arrived on the sun-kissed shores of Bora Bora. The transition was seamless, as if the world itself had conspired to whisk us away to paradise.

Warm tropical air enveloped us, carrying the scent of saltwater and exotic flowers. The gentle rustle of palm leaves mingled with the distant murmur of waves lapping against the pristine white sand beach. Overhead, the sky stretched out in a flawless azure canopy, the sun casting a golden glow over everything it touched.

I watch Julia's eyes widened with delight as she took in the breathtaking surroundings. She laughed in sheer joy, her spirit lifted by the beauty and tranquillity of this island paradise. The worries and uncertainties that had plagued her earlier seemed to melt away in the warmth of the sun and the soothing rhythm of the ocean.

She kicked off her shoes and ran towards the water, her laughter echoing across the beach. The sand felt soft and warm beneath my feet as I followed her, revelling in the serenity of this idyllic escape. Seabirds soared overhead, their calls blending with the gentle lapping of the waves, creating a symphony of nature's melodies.

"Oh my gosh! I always wanted to go here with Brian."

At that statement, I snapped us back to her messy room. She looks utterly confused.

"Had fun?"

I asked rudely, and she tries to say something back, but she doesn't manage it out.

"Do you believe me now?"

I ask once more. She crosses her arms.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. For all I know, I could be crazy."

She mentions with a frantic wave of her slender arms.

"Just leave me alone!"

I scoff.

"Not happening. You'll just run back to him."

She anchors her glare at me.

"I don't know what bullshit you're getting at, but it's time for you to leave. Blood contract or not, reincarnated or not, important to each other or not, I don't care. Get out!"

Her words were harsh, and this time I didn't want to hit her. I just wanted to leave. So, I snapped my fingers and left.