Disclaimer: I don't own Reaper. If I did, their would be a kick ass--in my opinion--season three coming up.


I woke up from my sleep feeling like a zombie from the movie, Night of the Living Dead. I put my left hand on my forehead and let out a light moan. How did I get such a bad headache? I thought miserably and stood up from my bed. I then walked out of the bedroom, through the living room and into the kitchen; hoping that their was still some Aspirin left in the drawer.

Once in the kitchen, I went to a drawer beside the fridge to see if an non-empty bottle of Aspirin was still there. To my great relief, there were a few still inside. Just as I was about to open it, I saw something move from the corner of my eye. I turned my head to the kitchen table to see a man with sandy blond hair, a white collared shirt, and a tie. He had a rifle strapped to his back by a black leather band and was sitting at the table, eating Sock's sacred cereal.

It felt like all the blood in my body drained. "Seth! What the hell are you doing here?" I asked him in a hushed tone, trying not to wake up anyone that was still asleep.

He looked up as he continued to eat Sock's cereal. "I was hungry," he answered simply as he put the spoon into his mouth.

I narrowed my eyes with irritation. "Yeah? Well, Nina's here. And if she sees you she might just decide that it would be a better idea to kill me than to let me live!" I said as softly as I could.

Seth rolled his eyes as he put the spoon into his half-full bowl. "No she won't. She and her little demon friends think that you have an other purpose. Remember?" he said then put his pinky finger up in a term of mockery. "Idiots," he sneered then started to eat Sock's cereal again.

I felt my mouth quiver, but didn't know what to say back to him. I gawked at him for a few seconds until I heard footsteps coming our way. "Come on, you have to leave!" I yelped at him.

Seth snorted. "It's not Nina," he replied calmly.

He was right. I turned my head to the living room and saw Sock walking towards us. I bit the inside of my cheek hard as I watched him come into the kitchen with us and stare wide-eyed at Seth. The man eating with a gun, eating his cereal.

Sock looked between me and Seth for a moment. "Who is that, why does he have a gun and why is he eating my cereal?" he asked me in a shaky voice.

I opened my mouth to answer him but- "I'm Seth," Seth told him. "I have my rifle with me because it's a necessity of mine. Don't worry though; I won't use it on you. And I'm eating this cereal because Sam said I could," he told him smoothly, lying at the last part, and maybe even the part before that.

Sock looked at me, his face completely red. "Why did you do that Sam?! You know that I don't like other people eating my cereal!!" he shouted then stormed off out of the kitchen.

I glowered at Seth, who just looked back at me with a mischievous, and slightly crazy, grin then tapped this temple with his left index finger. "You have to be quick if you don't want to get into trouble," he said then drank the remaining milk that was in the cereal bowl. "That's your first lesson," he said, stood up, walked over to the sink and put the bowl into it.

"What is that suppose to mean?" I asked him. Seth turned around so he was facing me, he had a smirk plastered on his face.

"It means that when I'm forcefully done with you, everyone up-stairs and down-stairs is going to refer to you as Loki," he told me, with determined eyes. "Or LJ."

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Once I was at work at seven, Seth seemed to disintegrate into the air. Which I was thankful for; it felt like he was a stalker. The thought of it only made my head hurt even worse.

Now I can finally tell Sock and Ben what is going on. I thought as I walked into the locker room to put my ugly blue apron on.

When I came into the room I saw that they were in there too, in front of their lockers. When Sock saw me he snorted. "Come to steal some more of my cereal?" he asked me arrogantly.

I rolled my eyes as I went up to my own locker and opened it up. "I didn't tell him he could have your cereal," I told him. "When I woke up and went into the kitchen I saw him there already eating it," I said to him sincerely.

Sock rolled his eyes too then sighed. "Okay, I believe you," he said and slammed his locker shut. "Who is he anyway? I know is name is Seth, but who is he?" he asked me.

I bit my lip and tried to think of the best way to tell them who he was. "He's one of the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, like Taylor," I replied to him. "He's the first one. Conquest," I said.

Ben gave me a puzzled look. "What does conquest mean?" he asked.

"Taking over other countries," I replied, remembering Seth explaining to me what it was a few nights ago.

"I thought they could only come into you in your dreams," Sock said.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Apparently not," I said as I put my apron on. "And unlike Taylor he's… more stalker-ish," I said and slammed my locker shut as well.

"Ouch. That really hurts my feelings," I heard Seth's voice say behind me. I jumped and turned around, but didn't see anyone behind me. I looked at Ben and Sock.

"Did you hear that?" I asked them. They looked at me with confused expressions.

Sock shook his head. "No," he said then sniffed his shirt sleeve. "Yuck. I'm going to have to wash this shirt. Eventually."

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I hate double shifts. I thought sourly as I did the last of the closing arrangements. At least I don't have the graveyard shift again. I shivered at the memory of counting everything in the store as punishment for Sock and I throwing something at a customer.

When I was finally done I put my apron into my locker and met Sock and Ben over at the exit doors. "Are you going to ride with Sock again?" I asked Ben as we all started to walk down the parking lot.

Ben shrugged his shoulders. "I guess," he replied.

My car came up first. I walked to it and gave them a short wave of 'see you in a bit', and sat in the driver's seat. Once I started to drive out of the parking lot I heard- "So, how was your day?" beside me. I took a quick glance to my right and saw Seth sitting in the passenger's seat of my car.

I groaned. "What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"So that's what I get for not being around for 16 hours? Nice Sam. Now you really have hurt my feelings," he said sarcastically.

I continued to stare at the windshield, as I made a right to get out of the parking lot. "Are you a stalker or something?" I asked him.

Seth paused for a moment. "In modern terms I suppose," he replied.

There was a few minutes of silences. I was actually surprised that he stayed in the car the whole time. If he were the Devil, he would have left ages ago. Maybe he wasn't lying about being bored, I thought.

After awhile Seth finally broke the silence. "The Bargain Bench will not be reopening its doors," he said in an as-a-matter-of-fact way.

I cocked an eyebrow. "Why?" I asked.

He chuckled lightly. "It was one of the many things I was busy with today," he replied mischievously.

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It was nice to finally be at the house. I could sleep and finally be away from Seth. That is if he doesn't go into your dreams, a little voice reminded in the back of my head.

I didn't bother check to see if Seth followed me into the house, or if he just disappeared. Once I was in the house I went straight to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Once I was done, I went into the bedroom, threw on some PJs, fell onto my bed, and closed my eyes.

The next thing I knew I was on the ceiling. Not literally though. It was almost like one of those out of body experiences that people talk about on TV sometimes. I could see myself down below me, sleeping.

I don't now how long I was just floating there. But after awhile I saw an inky-black haired man walk up to my sleeping body. He looked around the room, like he was checking to see if anyone else was with him then pulled out a thick note book and started to write something into it.

"So you decided to come in person this time?" I heard a man's voice say, then all the sudden a dark brown haired man materialized beside the other man. The black haired man bared his teeth at him as he slammed his notebook shut.

"I didn't think you'd come here so soon," the black haired man said, his voice would have made the hair stand up on my neck if I was awake.

The brunette, who seemed to have a white glow on his skin, sighed and looked at my sleeping body. "You know there are alternatives Zachary," he said to the black haired man.

The black haired man, Zachary, rolled his eyes. "I've already tried a few," he said bitterly. "Two things come to mind-" he said but was cut off.

"So you gave up?" The brown haired man said in a questioning tone.

Zachary shrugged his shoulders. "No. I've just gone back to what is native to me," he said with an evil grin.

The brown haired man narrowed his eyes. "God wants Sam alive. And it's my job to make sure that he stays that way," he said to him.

"I don't care what God wants," Zachary replied with a sneer. "I'm going to kill Sam one way or another, and you can watch me do it," he said then disappeared.

The brown haired man grunted. After a few moments he put on a confused face then looked up to the ceiling where I was.

I woke up with a gasp, and scanned the room. It was just a nightmare, I told myself and took a deep breath. It couldn't have been real, whenever I have a real dream here is always a fog over my eyes at first, I thought to myself.

But that was when Taylor or Seth brought your conscious somewhere, the little voice in the back of my head said to me. This time you did it on your own, Samuel…