Shadow Reaper

<p><strong>The dead are restless and a whole lot less cooperative than they have been. That was true even before I drew the short straw and ended up with Vampire duty. </strong></p><p>Since then Reaping has taken way more time. So much I’m worried I’ll lose all the clients from the career that actually feeds me. I run a small private pilot school. It pays most of the bills and means I don’t have to keep regular hours.</p><p>Death wants me to remain in one piece. She’s bailed me out often enough she’s all but ordered me to find other employment. I just smile and nod after our little talks and then I climb back into a cockpit.</p><p>Our last toe-to-toe didn’t go so well. She went and assigned Vampires to me. That’s when Reaping turned into a million-hour-a-week job. I can almost hear the Reaper who was stuck with them before laughing his head off.</p><p>I shepherd souls to the other side. Vampires have zero interest in leaving but I have a quota to fill. Means I have to trick them but it didn’t work for long. They’re onto me. Damn Death anyway. She painted a target on my back and now the Vamps are out for blood.</p><p>In more ways than one.</p>