Reaper by Carol Ann Hoffman (book suggestions .txt) 📕

taking his I-pod out and turning it off. He pulled out his ear bud and looked at the women behind the desk with an annoyed look on his face. She gave him a flirty look before slipping him some paper work and nudging his hand a little. He looked as if he was trying to hold back a look of disgust but he wasn't succeeding.

I rolled my eyes. so this is what I'm stuck with?

I thought to myself. Sassy,emo,crazy and stuck up.

he gave me an annoyed look before passing me the paper work. I filled it out until I came to a point where I realized we were going to be sharing an apartment. I could feel a blush creeping up to my cheecks.

I don't even know this guy and I'm expected to share a house with him?

I screamed in my mind.

Vincent cringed. He slapped his palm over his ear as if a speaker had just been put on full blast and pressed to it. A look of pain crossed his face.

Is this guy bipolar or something?

I thaught to myself as I began to fill out the paper work again. A list of possibilities of why he was here passed through my mind.

He's a death Angel so he must have done something along those lines.

I just hope I'm not his next victim

My eye's widened at that last thaught.

I glanced over at him to see him roll his eyes and fiddle with his I-pod before thrusting the small square music player back in his sweater pocket.

one thousand years with a murderer I could live with. But that long with a rapist?

No.

I pushed the paper work over to the woman once it was finished. In one quick motion she slipped it into a filing cabnet and locked it shut. She gave Vincent a flirty smile as a last attempt to get his attention but failed misserably.

From what I could see he wasn't a very social person. That was one thing we had in common.

He couldn't exactly kill me because I'm already dead but raping,that seems oh to possible. I cringed. Just the thaught of it sent horrible chills down my spine. I sighed closing my eyes.

This is goinng to be a realy long thousand years

I The woman handed me a slip of paper with our new address on it. I thanked her and made my way out of the building barley noticing the dark-clothed siloet following closley behind.

The appartment was only seven blocks away but it seemed farther. The akward silence between the two of us as we walked to the place we would have to share was unbarable.

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