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Run
Run and don't stop
Run
He's right behind me
Run
He's almost upon me
Run
He has caught up
Run
He's pulling out his death scythe
Run
He slashes it at me
End.

I never knew why I have thoughts like that when I sleep. Why do i even want to sleep? I am a demon, demons only sleep as a luxury, but considering I just finished my delicious feast- my masters soul- I decided it was time to sleep. It has, afterall, been 500 years since I last slept. But everytime I close my eyes the image of a reaper killing me is there. I don't like to interfere with reapers, just like they don't like to interfere with me. Why would I dream up a reaper killing me? And it gets worse because i know the reaper by name (or rather reapers). There is 3 of them. One has brown hair, which is neatly styled, and he acts all professional. That is William- he doesn't like me very much. Another one has a shaggy hair cut which is blonde, this one is Ronald. He likes to flirt. The two of them dress in their uniform (a black suit) with pride.  The final one, Grell, has long, straight red hair that goes below their bottom.  He wears a beautiful red women's coat which he half puts his arms into. Grell likes to be refereed to as a she and because I quite like this reaper, I will respect that decision. Besides, even though Grell is a reaper, I have a crush on her. I would love to have a taste of her soul. Not eat it - I care too much about her- never eat it, just taste it.

I just realized I never introduced myself. My last master called me Anna Lee. I know funny name for a demon, they thought so as well. Well anyway thats me. I hope you enjoy my story :).

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