Some might think being a reaper would be a lonely life, but it was quite the opposite. There were hundreds of reapers all around the world working for Death. Many times, there were one or two reapers around, especially if there was a multi-causality event. But it was more than that for Christian. He loved watching people going about their lives. He would often sit in one location for hours at a time, watching people coming and going about their day. Going to work, coming home from work. He found life to be fascinating.

Christian had no memory of living. He didn’t even know how he became a reaper. It seemed like he was sleeping until Death woke him to give him his assignment. Ever since then, Christian had an appreciation for life and those who lived it before they lost it.

Currently the job had him in Oklahoma, hovering around a vampire nest. These places always had one or two deaths a day, it seemed. Christian didn’t understand why the creatures couldn’t live without killing. It seemed so strange to him. Despite his confusion, Christian stood in the bushes, hovering around the abandoned-looking building until he felt the inevitable pull in his chest that someone’s life had ended.