They walked to the entrance. While Ellen was searching for the keys inside her pockets, also struggling with the hold of grocery bags, grim took the chance and pulled the Death Note out of his pocket. Clenching the grocery bag between his upper arm and chest, he took the pen out.
The tip extended out as he clicked downward on the top of the pen. Just as he joined the tip with the surface of the page, a strong gush of wind flew from the North, resulting the pages to ruffle again. Meanwhile, Ellen had unlocked the door. She turned around only to find an irritated-to-hell grim standing with a Death Note and pen.
"What's this?", judging by its cover, the book looked from ancient times.
"A book?", grim for the second time opened his mouth before the girl he was sent to take the life of.
"It looks old", being a writer, Ellen always found uncommon things very interesting. Only if the owner had allowed her, she would have taken a closed look of the book by now.
"Where should I put this?", fishing the Death Note back inside his pocket, grim asked.
"Oh, yeah follow me", they walked up to the kitchen and placed the bags on the counter.
"Do you live alone little fawn?", seeing the empty house, grim asked. Maybe he could have his task done when he visited her next time with no one present there. No one to mess up with him. Not even the spirit of the air, who kept making fun of poor grim.
"Yeah", Ellen replied.
"Do you want some coffee?", no doubt she was an easy-going girl. She didn't know she was standing before her death.
"I've some important business to finish. Maybe ne-", before he could finish his talk, Ellen rolled her eyes as she butted in saying "As if I'm dying over here."
Grim stepped closer to the girl and leaned down closer to her ears.
"Didn't you learn some manners little fawn? Should I teach you some?", he whispered, his dominant voice running a cold shiver down her spine.
Intimidating. His cold, dark eyes and seductively low-uttered voice made the girl froze at the place.
"I was saying I'd like to have some next time, okay?", for now grim had to make sure to teach a lesson to Ian, if not a lesson since the latter was elder than him and on the higher post, at least have a real conversation and warned him to stop playing around with grim.
"O-kay", Ellen's lip shut in a tight line after answering grim.
When grim turned around to leave, Ellen blinked blankly, still lost in the moment. Upon hearing the door opened, she came back to senses and ran behind grim.
"Mr. Rude", grim brought his one foot, which was in the air in order to step outside the door, back inside when he heard Ellen coming after him.
He turned back on his feet only to find mixed expressions of worry and kindness plastered on her face.
"How are you feeling now? About yesterday, if you still have a hard time going through someth-", how could he forget how they met in the first place.
"I'm okay. Don't worry", faking a slight curve he replied. Somehow, he wanted Ellen to buy it because he didn't want her to be worried about him. Especially, when she was living her last days on Earth.
"Glad to hear", the curve on Ellen's face wasn't fake at all. Nonchalantly, grim stared into her eyes for a good few seconds before snapping himself out of his thoughts and left the house.
"You've to die", he whispered to himself after sitting in the car and drove off.
Next Day
"Holy Moly! Got you!", Ellen exclaimed catching the book that was falling from the seventh shelf of the library where she worked.
"Slow it down here, girl. You're standing in a library",
Mrs. Benson, the owner of the library, hushed Ellen as she walked past her.
Ellen mouthed a sorry and continued organizing bookshelves, by genre, with a lot of books.
After arranging the ninth shelf since the morning, she moved to the tenth. Her job started sharp at eleven and closing would be at 5 o'clock. Sometimes, earlier if the library wasn't packed. She was happy with this job. The place was a few blocks distant from her house, unlike her last job where she would clean dirty dishes from the morning till late at night.
When she was sorting books on the fifth shelf, a familiar face popped up in her sight from the empty space between the books. She dropped the books in her hands as she got startled by the sudden appearance of someone she had expected least to meet there. Seeing Mrs. Benson making her way towards her, she quickly started picking up the books.
"This place isn't your home kid where you can go around flipping the things, to all care to your parents. If you keep doing this, I will-", before Mrs. Benson could finish her hissy fit at Ellen, grim, in black attire, appeared from the other side of the shelf.
"I was wondering if someone could suggest me a good book here", voicing out in a husky voice, he made his way up to where Mrs. Benson was standing.
"Oh, what am I seeing? Am I dreaming or is there's a real goddess of beauty standing in front of my eyes?", his deep, rich with praises for Mrs. Benson voice seemed to cast a spell at her since she averted her gaze and attention all from Ellen to the masculine man whose tattoed neck was full on display, the dark orbs carrying the proficiency to allure anyone within seconds, the dark yet impressive demeanour shouting its existence.
No doubt why he was so proud of his existence.
Mrs. Benson stared at the young man before her and smiled profoundly at him.
"My goodness, you're such a gentleman. My worker Ellen can suggest you some books and you can read what matches your liking", the woman says, eyes not looking anywhere but grim.
"I don't want a kid to advise me. A beauty like you would make my day", grim stepped closer, still looking into the eyes of the woman.
Ellen was standing there, witnessing the not-so-innocent scene. Well, nothing had happened yet. Judging by the grim actions and Mrs. Benson's looks, anything could've happened.
"Or you don't mind I might as well read you", bringing the face down to the level of Mrs. Benson, grim leaned near her ear and whispered, enough loud to be heard by Ellen standing at a few feet.
Mrs. Benson took her glasses off as grim leaned closer to capture her lips. But before he could do that, her phone started ringing.
"Excuse me I've to take this. My husband", eyeing grim for one last time, Mrs. Benson walked off with that evil-smile.
"You must not be expecting me to do the same with you?", grim asked now pluto-struck Ellen while waving his hand before her face.
"Eww! My innocent eyes!", she placed the books, she was holding in her hands, on the shelf and quickly jogged out of the shelves.
"I'm off Mrs. Benson", she grabbed her jacket and bag before leaving the library.
It was already five in the evening. She sped up her pace, wishing to be lost from the place.
'Mrs. Benson who had a husband and two children at home was going to kiss another boy! I need to tell this to Chloe!!', she kept walking, while riding a train of thoughts in her mind. Ellen had kept herself occupied with reading books and watching movies that she clearly hadn't any idea what monsters was the real world feeding. She wasn't a naive or a gullible yet she was for this world. The world where every second person was cheating on their partner, everyone involved in affairs whether it was within the family or outside the family.
"Am I being chased?", she took a glance over from her shoulder only to find someone running behind a tree on the sidewalk.
This made her presumption obvious, making her take the wrong turn in nervousness. The intention of crossing the street flew in the dark nighttime of the city when she found herself standing at a dead end.
Shit.
"Gotcha", just the moment she was about to turn around, she felt someone's hot breath tickling her neck from the back.