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then
taken her to the Empress for what he had thought was inevitably,
her death.
    With a sigh, he set the bottle back on the
table and stood. Fuck this, he was going out. It had been too long
since he’d had a soul. A real soul, not the bits and pieces of them
that he was able to get from women.
    Like Jack, he had learned that he could take
enough to sustain him for a while. But, unlike Jack, he didn’t mind
taking an entire soul. He was a fucking Reaper, it was his nature
to live off the souls of the recently passed.
    Quickly, he shed his tee shirt, replacing it
with a black button up. He opted not to wear his holster, since he
may be hitting the club afterward, so he tucked his Glock into the
back of his jeans. He also selected a hoodie, but didn’t put it on
right away, it was too freaking warm outside to wear the thing
unless he had to.
    After making sure he looked all right, he
locked up the boat and hopped down onto the dock. It was a muggy
Florida night and salty scent of the ocean was thick on the breeze.
The moon lit the water, while the waves gently broke against the
sides of the docked boats.
    Damn, he loved living on the ocean. It was
one of the few things that truly brought him peace. Sort of like
therapy for the psychotic.
    His black Mustang rolled to a stop in front
of the large iron gate that led into the graveyard. Through the
darkness of the night, he could see the glittering blue mist of the
souls. He could also see the one silver aura that was almost
identical to the mist of the souls except in color.
    The Keepers had silver auras, so it was easy
to spot them, especially at night. Although, as a Reaper, his red
aura was a little bit easier to see, which was exactly the reason
for the hoodie. He grabbed it off of the passenger seat and slipped
it on over his button up. He zipped it up to his neck and then
lifted the hood just before he stepped out of the car.
    Keeping his footsteps light, he entered the
graveyard, keeping close watch on the silver aura of the Keeper. He
wanted to stay as far away from it as he possibly could. It wasn’t
like he was afraid of them or anything, shit, he wasn’t really
afraid of anyone, but it was the way of the Reapers to try and
avoid conflict if at all possible.
    The souls hovered above the gravestones,
knowing the shell of their body was trapped within the earth below
them. Many of the graves in the area were tombs, mausoleums, or
vaults. A good quantity of the older plots had above ground
caskets, but now days it was rare for people to be buried above
ground.
    He kept to the edge of the cemetery, making
his way to the farthest corner of the opposite side of grounds from
where the Keeper was patrolling. He veered off behind a large
mausoleum, using it for cover. Once he could not see the Keeper
anymore, he paused and scanned the area for souls.
    Not too far from him, the swirling mist of a
soul was attempting to solidify. He watched for a moment as the
molecules gathered together and he was able to barely make out the
form of a face and hands. Then, the form fell apart in a burst of
shimmering blue light. After regrouping, the soul tried again. This
time, the form of the face was a bit more defined and the hands
were connected to arms.
    He shook his head. Too bad that he was going
to take that soul, it was pretty cool to see the process of how
they learn to take solid form. When they learned to solidify, they
appeared the same as their human shell did.
    Oh well.
    The soul was so busy with his practice that
he didn’t notice Aiden creeping up behind him. Once he was close
enough, he extended arms, reaching out until he felt that spark of
connection between himself and the soul.
    He felt the soul pull away as it realized
what was happening. The shimmering blue brightened as fear
registered within the entity. After he knew his hold was strong
enough, he brought his hands and the soul closer to his body. As
the mist drew nearer, he tried not to think about how it must