Dead Like Me. Mason and Hermione


The one time he went to England to take a soul, it was a young woman, a beautiful young woman. She had curly brown hair and brown eyes and always dressed proper.

He'd watched her for days, because every time she had an appointment, she would get this look in her eyes and never go where she was suppose to. He thought once it was because she could see the future, but he ignored that possibility soon enough. No his post it, was smart, she was to intelligent to believe in predicting the future. He watched her for a week, always from afar, but close enough that if she ever got close to an area that would be her kill spot, he could touch her.

One day, she was walking in the park and sat down next to him. He was surprised, because he wasn't watching her that day. He was waiting for next time which wasn't until tomorrow But she just appeared next to him, on a park bench, dressed all proper like. She stared at him for a long time before speaking. "You're here to take my life."

He was shocked, he never had a reap just see him and talk to him. Yea, so he normally made contact so he could touch them before they die, but never did they come up to him. "What?"

"Don't play the village idiot. I'm smarter than you anyway." She stated, looking around. "I'm a witch."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh like you believe that you can cast magical spells and what not?" He laughed, she maybe pretty but she was a nut.

Hermione rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm, scooting closer and with a 'pop' they were gone. They landed minutes later in her bedroom. "Where are we?" He looked around, shocked.

"In my flat. Or what will use to be my flat." She stated, taking off her jacket. "I'll die tomorrow, so it'll go back on the market. My land lord thinks I'm just moving out."

"Why are we here?"He asked, looking at her.

"Because I will die tomorrow, you are will there to reap my soul and I don't want to die without scratching things off my bucket list."

"How do you know that I'll be there?" He asked awkwardly.

"Because I'm a witch and I can see a reaper when I see one. And you are certainly a reaper." She stripped her shirt off and looked at him. "Are you going to undress, or am I going to have to do it for you?"

"I think I might love you." He stated, pulling his shirt off in a hurry before crashing his lips to her's.