So I feel like rewriting this chapter.

"Samantha Michealis…" Will added softly knowing of the twos friendship. The name of the demon made the blonde reaper before him alert.

"Who…?" She asked.

"Samantha Michealis." Will said yet again. Kaitlyn clenched her black gloved hands, her jaw tense. She sat there, glaring at the floor, nostrils flared in agitation.

"Why would she do this… Sam doesn't kill reapers! She promised me that!" She yelled at her superior. "You're lying!" She threw her water bottle at the man's head; however her aim was too low on the floor so it merely hit the desk and bounced off landing on the floor. Water gushed out of it like a waterfall after a massive storm causing it to over flow.

"Look for yourself Kaitlyn…" Will said picking up the ancient book on his desk.

"Fine! I will! I and I will prove that you are lying! Sam is my best friend! She would NEVER do this!" Kaitlyn huffed as she stood; marching over to the table she picked up the book, its cover crackled under her touch. Placing the old book under her arm se turned on her heel and walked out of the office.

"No… Sam wouldn't do this… she promised me…" Kaitlyn stopped for a moment then sighed, "And I threw my water bottle at Will… fabulous… now I have no water…" She smashed her hand to her forehead and continued to walk back to her own office.

Twisting the knob on the white door that led to her office she stepped inside and looked around like she always did.

Her office wasn't anything special, there was a desk, a few windows scattered along the wall, a chair and computer, as well as a larger bookshelf standing next to the doors that lead out onto a balcony. She never really knew why she had one but it was nice because sometimes she just felt as if she needed to run, and the balcony provided a quick means of leaving.

Despite her 'exotic' personality and style -as many liked to call it because of her constant colorful assault to her boring outfit, for example, today her hair was pulled to the sides of her heads into obnoxious pigtails and strung with multiple ribbons. A yellow ribbon belt tied around her waist, she wore neon green sneakers with bright pink laces, a necklace that had a star on the end of it, and to top it all off there had been multiple streaks of color professionally dyed into her blonde locks.

She would constantly make jokes and constantly smile, her smiles were infectious too. Whenever she flashed her grin at somebody they often found themselves smiling back at her.

Her office often came as a complete shock to the few that actually saw it.

Many expected posters of the latest bands in the mortal world adorning her walls. Papers and magazines scattering her desk, an overflowing wastebasket, unopened manila folders that held details of her next 'client.'

However instead they found just the opposite, colorless, neat, and very bland.

Sighing Kaitlyn closed the door and leaned upon it for several moments, a hand over her eyes as her head pounded from a sudden headache. When the pain died down a bit she walked over to her desk and dropped the book upon its wooden surface causing a cloud of dust to spring loose.

"Holy shit this thing is old… Julie was ancient!" She said awed. Walking around to the black chair Kaitlyn sat down and placed her head in her hands, deep in thought. "Julie… it seems like only yesterday you were with me."

A few hundred years earlier. (around the 1700's)

"Kaitlyn!" A woman shouted at the reaper who was busy doodling upon her hand instead of paying attention like the rest of the class. She looked up, her expression dead and void of any emotion.

"Yes Ms. Julie?" The blonde reaper asked.

"Will you please pay attention? Really now!" Julie huffed, irritated that yet again she had to stop her lesson to scold the youngling.

"I can't help it Ms. Julie… this class is quite boring… I just really am just sick of sitting here day after day. I want to get into the field."

"Well that won't happen if you don't pay attention." Julie snapped.

"Yes Ms. Julie." The young blonde sighed as she twirled a pencil between her fingers.

"Now, in a few weeks you shall begin your final examination, you will be assigned to somebody among your class to work with. Whether you hate the person or not you WILL work together to collect to soul. Am I under stood?" Julie demanded.

As one the class said, "Yes Ms. Julie."

Kaitlyn opened her eyes and sighed, "Ah, memories." She looked down at the book in front of her. "What happened to you though…?" She asked the empty room.

Fingering the old book cover she flipped it open and found herself in Julie's life.

Julie Zantago. Species: Death god, grim reaper. Cause of death: Demon.

Kaitlyn looked around her; it was cold, seeing as how she could see her breath. The trees were covered in snow, a castle loomed in the distance, the road was covered and she could barely see in front of her face as a blizzard roared around her.

A woman clothed in fur robes, her purple gown sticking out from beneath. "Name: Acro Zima. Cause of Death: Frozen. Time of Death: 4:30, January 3. Status: Complete." Julies voice spoke clearly even though the storm raged around the two of them.

Julie began to walk away, Kaitlyn followed interested in where she was head.

Acro Zima, my first collection after my final exam. I remember it well; I do not pity him now as his soul rots in hell. He was a terrible Prince and deserved his fate; he would have been a cruel ruler and caused his Empire to fall long before it did.

The scene changed and Kaitlyn then found herself in a room she knew all too well.

"Hello Julie! I'm here and reporting for duty!" Kaitlyn said saluting.

Julie sighed and looked up at the reaper, "You are hours late, we should have started already." She tossed a manila envelope down on her desk. "This is our target, Terra Jenkins. She is to die on the New Year at precisely the time the day changes to it."

"Midnight." Kaitlyn repeated smiling. "Julie, how come I wasn't assigned a regular partner like all the others?" The girl asked.

Kaitlyn Schaefer, my 'apprentice' if you will. She always had questions that would catch even the most ready off guard, and this time I didn't have an answer. I had been told she was strange, panicking during a practice run and almost killing one of the reapers. Five others had to be brought in to stop her. Her mind seemed to have shut down. 'I can't go back.' She had kept shouting. It was forbidden to talk about.

Julie ignored the girl's comment, "It's not of importance. Now read over this tonight and tomorrow be here at five to head out."

"But that's sooooo early!"

"No but's!"

Such an interesting girl.

A woman walks out of a building, drunk with wine from the new year's celebration. At that moment a young reaper steps on a lose brick sending it tumbling down and clunking the woman on the head, instantly killing her.

"Go Kaitlyn!" Julie shouts.

"On it!" She shouts jumping from the roof and slicing at the woman with her trainee scythe. The reel spills out of her, playing her life.

It shows her birth, her many affairs at the age of 13, her pregnancy of 15, the beatings from her father, her miscarriage, her marriage, and birth of a healthy baby boy, then finally it comes to her death.

The reel puts up a fight as Kaitlyn begins her reaping. Swinging at it her scythe connects and starts o suck in the record.

But it breaks, and attacks Kaitlyn, wrapping her in a glowing cocoon intent to kill. "JULIE HELP ME!" She shrieks from the air.

The Cinematic Record, it's too much for the girl. I had to save her, put orders forbade me from lending a hand, I was far to experienced and it wouldn't have been fair. But it already wasn't the girl was on her own!

"AAAAHHHH!" She screamed bloody murder, the record seeping into her skin. "JULIE!" Julie stayed silent, ignoring her pleas, tearing her heart out from the blood curdling scream emitting from her. Kaitlyn struggled against the bindings finally realizing her friend wouldn't help her. "AAAH! SOMEBODY!"

I have to do something! This girl! This child! She is like my own flesh and blood! Forget the rules! I had to help her!

Before Julie could move the bonds around Kaitlyn broke as she clattered to the ground panting. "I did it…" She breathed, "I did it Julie…"

Like I said, such an interesting girl.

Kaitlyn stood and gripped her scythe facing the reel, "Bring it on Cinematic Record! Prepare to be reaped!" Kaitlyn leapt into the air slashing at the Record, sucking up bits in short pieces. "Damn it!" She curses as it breaks again and latches onto her arm.

"I. Won't. LET YOU!" She shouts breaking the grip, and then the most peculiar thing happened.

Her scythe extended and grew into a full-fledged death scythe. 'What the hell is going on?' Julie thought. Jumping and crashing down onto the record Kaitlyn gathered the rest of the film and landed, her scythe retracting.

I never understood that day, but I do now.

For the final time the scene changes and Kaitlyn finds herself in a small little house, Julie lays in a bed, looking the same as when she left the association. "Really this book is terrible." Julie said as she turned the page, clearly disgusted. "But that woman loves it so I guess I should keep reading." She added in a chuckle.

There came a sudden scream causing Julie to jump. "What the…?" She said aloud. Then shrugged it off and went back to the book, "Must have been a rat and they were startled." She said simply, brushing off the blood curdling shriek.

Not half an hour later the sound of a gun shot came followed by a scream of pure terror. "What the hell?" Julie said slamming the book shut and tossing it onto the bed next to her, "What could they-" Julie sniffed the air as she wrenched the window open. She narrowed her eyes, "Demon…"

Not even five minutes later another scream came from the house, one of agony, the sound didn't seem to end as Julie froze, and she had smelled that specific scent before. It had been on Kaitlyn when she came to visit her.

Just what the hell was going on in that house, I had no answer to yet. But whatever it was I had to stop it.

For a moment the scream ended, but soon another one picked up. "How is nobody else hearing this?" Julie shouted in her room. The scream of agony pierced Julie's heart, the sound was so inhuman and heart wrenching she wanted to just fall to her knees and cry until exhaustion overcame her.

"You better stay awake!" She told herself. A gunshot, another scream. "Damn it!" She said throwing on her jacket. A second gunshot, a second scream. Julie sprinted down the stairs and across the lawn, opening the door she called into the house, "Hello?" No answer, "Andrew? Abigail?" Silence. "I had heard screaming and was wondering if you were okay!" Julie said walking into the kitchen.

Did I ever, in my life, expect to meet my end that night? No, not really.

With a snap of her head Julie spotted Sam standing in the doorway, "Hey! Who are you?" She demanded of the demon as she stepped towards the counter and grabbed a knife. "What are you doing with that knife?" She asked, stepping back. "Back! Back I say! Get away from me dammit! AAAH!"

Julie dropped to the floor grabbing at her throat where the knife had sliced across as if she were butter. "You should have known better than to intrude on a demons business." Sam hissed cleaning off the blade.

Name: Julie Zantago. Species: Death god, grim reaper. Cause of death: Demon. Trainer of Kaitlyn Schaefer, and extraordinary reaper with an interesting past. I see why she was not given a partner now. I have collected and judged the souls of King Author and Maid Marion as well as England's king. This is the record of my life, treat it well.

Kaitlyn closed the book, tears dripping down her face. "So it was Sam…" She said sitting down. "She will pay.

T~T~T~T

Sam found herself sprinting through the streets trying to find safety has her crazed friend chased her. "YOU'RE DEAD SAMANTHA MICHAELIS!" Her voice echoed along the streets as she hopped along the roof. "I WILL PERSONALLY KILL YOU!" She shrieked.

"Kaitlyn! What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam said, jumping as she dodged Kaitlyn's attack. "What did I even do?" She demanded.

"YOU KILLED JULIE!" She screamed lunging through the air, scythe raised high above her head in preparation for a lethal strike.

"So you want to kill me?" Sam demanded as she ran into the safety of the trees she ran into only a night before. Golden eyes trained on her immediately.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" Kaitlyn shrieked searching the forest in a completely opposite direction. Sam continued to run, not daring to stop and rest. After what felt like several hours but was only a few seconds she stopped and rested against a tree. Bringing a hand to her face she caught her breathe.

"What happened to her?" She asked nobody in general as she slid to the ground, hugging her knees to her chest. "It was an accident!" Sam said to herself. "She didn't have to freak out at me like that… we could have just talked it out…" Sam mumbled.

Sleep child of God.

A voice spoke to Sam, "Whose there?" Sam demanded, standing and surveying her surroundings. Feathers began to fall. "What…?"

Hush my child, we have come to save you.

The angelic voice seemed to lull the demon into a dreamlike state. The golden eyes that had followed her so closely narrowed at the voice.

You will help purify the world my child. My servant.

"I… will help…" Sam mumbling falling to her knees as the sudden sensation of a hand stroking her head lulled her to sleep.

Sleep my child, it will all be over soon.

"Sleep…" Sam muttered, leaning against the figure dressed in white. "…Master…" She mumbled before blacking out completely.

You are know my pawn.

Hey! Finished the first rewrite!... but it's chapter four… I'll figure this out! Don't worry! But I may just rewrite the second chapter know because I'm pretty happy with the third, gotta read over the first.

Fair well!