I guess it's a pretty common thing when people hate their jobs. I mean, who really gets excited to go to work? As far as bad jobs go, mine is definitely one of the worst. I get to collect people's souls for a living. It's not so bad if they're old and die peacefully, but of course...I'm part of the outside influence division. Which covers murders, suicides, and other accidental deaths. I guess I've gotten used to cleaning blood off of my clothes but this job is still a fucking drag. Of course, I guess it could be worse. At least I'm not the poor guy who has to clean up the mess that's left behind. I just walk away with the soul.

Dying at 18 was hard enough, learning that I wasn't crossing over and that I instead had become a grim reaper was another thing entirely. I've come to accept it better over time, but the job sucks no matter how you look at it. I'm dead, but I still have to make a living. I still need a place to sleep, I still eat, I still need to make money. And this job doesn't even pay, how fucked up is that? It's like being alive with none of the perks. Except we heal really quickly...I guess that's kind of cool.

Here I was, running late for breakfast at our usual place. I had overslept and of course, Daisy didn't bother trying to wake me up. I could just hear her annoying overly cheerful voice now. "You're just always so cranky in the mornin', Georgia." I rolled my eyes as I reached the door to the waffle house, then hurried over to the usual booth.

"Nice of you to join us, Peanut."

Rube smiled and motioned for me to sit down. I huffed in response and plopped down next to Daisy.

"Where's Mason?"

I looked around, and Roxie snorted.

"I don't know and I don't care. Is it too much to ask to finally have a quiet breakfast..."

She trailed off as Mason ran through the door, then threw himself down next to me.

"Smooth."

I nodded slowly and sarcastically, then rolled my eyes. Rube motioned for Kiffany to come over to take our orders.

"You know what? I'm in the mood to try something different."

I closed the menu shut and looked up at Rube.

"What are you having?"

Rube looked amused, and then turned to Kiffany.

"Two orders of fried omlettes with hashed browns and extra crispy bacon, and two slices of pecan pie please."

I wrinkled my nose but shrugged it off. Today just felt like the day to shake things up a bit. Man, if only I knew how right I was. I spaced out a bit as everyone else ordered their food. I heard Mason mumble an apology about how he didn't have any money...still, and he sheepishly asked if anyone could cover him. When he looked at me, I just nodded slowly. Mason had become like an older brother to me by now. What a fucked up family we'd make.

"Alright..."

Rube handed out the yellow post-its to everyone. What a fantastic way to start the day right? "So here are the people who are gonna die today. Don't be late or you'll fuck up their souls for eternity. No pressure." I held my hand out for my post-it, then raised an eyebrow when he closed the notebook and didn't hand me one.

"Umm..."

I looked around the table, then looked back at Rube.

"Aren'tttt you forgetting something?"

Rube pursed his lips together before shaking his head. He was clearly amused, and it pissed me off. How did he know how to get under my skin so easily?

"Like what Peanut?"

I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my booth.

"Wait, so I don't get a post-it today?"

I shrugged. No use in looking a gift horse in the mouth, right? Ugh. I hate that expression.

"Nope. Your person will not die today. But..."

He gave me a red post-it rather than the usual yellow one.

"You'll still have to be around to watch out for her."

Daisy stopped buttering her biscuit and eyed the post-it knowingly before taking a dainty bite. She chewed thoughtfully for awhile before she swallowed and turn to me.

"Well well Georgia, you've got quite the interesting assignment today."

I stared at her in confusion.

"Um...what?"

I looked back and forth between Daisy and Rube. Mason and Roxie looked just as confused as I did.

"Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on here?"

I was so sick of this job, so sick of everything. Now all of a sudden I find out my reap isn't going to die, but I have to be there anyway? What the hell? How fair is that?

"Peanut.."

Rube began slowly but I cut him off.

"DON'T call me that. What is going on?"

"Yeah Rube, why is her post-it red? I ain't never been given no red post-it. Shoot. You mean there's more shit you haven't told us?"

Roxie raised an eyebrow at Rube, and for once all of the attention was completely on him.

"It's simple really."

Daisy said delicately after delicately dabbing her lips with her napkin.

"It means the vampires are going to handle your reap."