The Reaper Diaries Anthology by Michele Vail & Vail Michele

Author:Michele Vail & Vail, Michele
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Fantasy

Chapter 20

“Zombie hunting is a sport in most countries except the United States, where it is illegal. However, that hasn’t stopped zombie hunts on private lands. The English have done zombie hunts longer than fox hunts. France’s annual La Chase de Morts has been around since the French Revolution in 1793, when King Louis XVI was turned into a zombie, chased by citizens and then beheaded.”

~The Unofficial Guide to Zombie Hunting

by Dillard Mahoney

I stared at her. Wow. She was level ten cray-cray. And that was a whole lot of crazy. Plus she was outing my reaper abilities, which was so not cool.

“Do you not see?” she screeched as she pointed to me, her be-ringed finger quivering. “The reapers are without jobs, and they will take any souls they please. We must give them back the ghosts!”

“Sylvie.” A uniformed police officer stopped his downtown stroll to take in the scene. “I’ve told you before. You can’t panhandle here.”

“I’m preaching,” she said, affronted. She scooped up the plastic bowl at her feet, which had some change and a few bills in it. She clutched the sign in one hand and the bowl in the other.

He rolled his eyes. “Move it along,” he said, pointing down the street. “I don’t want to arrest you.”

“I shall take my message elsewhere!” she declared.

“Take yourself home,” he insisted. “Or you’re going to jail.”

I felt sorry for Sylvie. I agreed with her message, although she hardly seemed serious about it. The spirit harangue was just another entertainment to procure some coin and she was just another Vegas character, a story for the tourists to take home.

I turned...and felt as though I’d fallen into a snowdrift.

What the—

To my left, I saw a flicker of black. I felt something. Someone. This felt familiar. If I tried to focus on the flicker, it slipped away. Frowning, I reached out with my power and pushed aside the odd energy blocking my view.

Rath appeared in front of me.

He was back in his regular wardrobe. Both the T-shirt tucked into his jeans and his sneakers were black. He crossed his arms, which showed off the muscles. Did he do that on purpose?

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

One chocolate eyebrow rose. “I don’t think you should be here, Molly.”

“Well, I am,” I said. “Apparently, part of being a Nekros Society member is chasing after soul stealers.”

“This won’t end well, brown eyes.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Fury flashed. “You are so stubborn! You’re vulnerable out here. You’re not ready, damn it.” He snaked out a hand and grabbed my elbow. “You gotta come with—” He glanced over my shoulder, and his eyes widened. “Molly!”

I turned to see what he was freaking out over, and saw Clarissa a couple feet behind me. She aimed a big, black ball of pulsing energy. It hit Rath full force and he disappeared.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled at her.

“We don’t have time for your love life,” she said, fury boiling. “Do your job.” She gave me one last evil look, then slipped away into the milling tourists.

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