They call me Grim (COMPLETED)

Boredom

Anya was bored.

She stared around at the small apartment, so ordinary and plain, and wanted to pull her hair out. She stood, flicking the TV off and stalked to the window. She wanted something to do.

There hadn't been any activity in the soulshifters since they took out a clan in Africa three months ago. Norma had disappeared as she always did when there was no soulshifters, enjoying life as a Drakaina. She had no problem accepting this boring human life, and even seemed to enjoy it.

Anya couldn't stand it. She wasn't meant for this life, a life of working and sleeping, of talking with people and contributing to society. She didn't want to be some character out of a romance novel, she wanted to be involved in adventures.

It had gotten to the stage where she was reminiscing about her reaper days and fighting the necromancer. That was a testament to how fucking boring her life was.

She angrily glared out the window, watching cars go past. Maybe something interesting would happen, like she'd see a murder and get to hunt after the killer. Maybe she'd see a robbery and have to intervene. Maybe something would just happen.

But it didn't.

"I can't do this," Anya said out loud. She grabbed her phone and called Norma, the only person she ever really talked to these days.

Norma picked up on the fifth ring, with a tired "hello?"

"Hi Norma, its Anya. How's everything?"

There was silence. "Really dearie? Why are you calling me, I haven't heard anything but soulshifters in months?"

Anya fidgeted with the blond hair she hated. "Oh, well I just thought I'd check, just in case."

"You know I would have called you," Norma sighed. In the background a man whispered something, and Anya had to roll her eyes. "What's going on you annoying girl?"

Anya couldn't help but let it all out. "For ten years I was a reaper. I claimed actual souls. Then I helped saved the world by stopping a crazy ass necromancer and a person who can change bodies. I then hunted actual soulshifters for a few years. I can't just stop and be normal! This is literally driving me to insanity."

". . . and what does this have to do with me?"

"Norma," Anyawhined throwing herself on the bed. "I need something to do?"

Norma sighed and murmured something to her companion. Anya heard the rustling of covers and the shifting of fabric as Norma stood.

"I understand where you're coming from dearie, but this is a better life."

"I know," Anya grumbled. "I just can't do it."

"Give me a week, I'll see if I can find something to entertain you, you child."

With that Norma hung up and Anya sighed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking of ways to survive the boredom.

.

It was three am when Norma rang. Anya picked up instantly. She never needed to sleep as a succubus, she gained her energy from . . . other things.

"Hello Anya," Norma said calmly.

"What's happening?" Anya asked, not bothered with niceties

Norma sighed. "I have sent out feelers to other creatures, and something is indeed stirring. It seems the earth is not content to just be fine, there always has to be something happening."

Thank all the gods!

"Tell what's happening," Anya nearly begged.

"I'm waiting outside."

Anya didn't collect important trinkets or items. She was still in the mindset of a reaper at times, not carrying around anything or getting attached. All she did was grab the mobile phone she'd been given, and the fake ID Norma had made for her.

Norma was waiting in the most obnoxious car she could possibly find, a bright red convertible. Norma loved making statements, even if they were cliché.

Anya was surprised how much she missed Norma. It felt odd to give her a one-armed hug, but at the same time it would have been rude. Anya was still having difficulties adjusting to common curtesy and human customs.

Norma smiled at Anya as she buckled in. "Even though you're annoying, I'm glad you called. I had to admit I was getting bored with the endless men who were somehow the exact same in every way."

Anya laughed. "We were idiots to think we could be normal, even for a few months."

Norma made a noise of agreement as they speed off.

"I did a little digging, talked to some other people who aren't exactly human. There is something very interesting happening."

"Please tell me everything."

"One of the gateways to the underworld is threatening to open."

"They have gateways?" Anya asked incredulous. How had she been a reaper for so long without knowing that?

"Of course, why do you think demon reapers exist, to guard those doors and find the people who slip through. One of these gateways is guarded by a pack- "

"Not my old one?!"

Norma snorted, "No, that would've been way to much of a coincidence. This is some other pack. However, this gateway opening doesn't appear to be happening, everybody thinks its secure. Yet there's some crazy women apparently who claims to be a- get this a angel- who says the underworld is opening."

"So, what do we get to do?"

"The crazy angel chick is with another pack, and the alpha of that pack wants us to take her to the other pack."

Anya settled in her chair, "sounds interesting and a little confusing."

"It just might be. If she's right, I'm sure you'll get to say hi to your old best friend Mary."

Anya punched her in the arm, "Shut up."

They bother laughed as they drove down. Anya could feel the excitement bubbling up inside her. They were actually going to be doing something, there were stakes, and magic involved. It would no doubt be fun.

Before they left the city, Norma pulled over for gas. Anya took the time to get out and walk over to the payphone, which had to be one of the last in existence.

She'd memorise the number just in case. Her fingers quivered a little as she typed into the keypad. She wasn't nervous exactly, but her heart was racing and she did find it hard to punch in the last number.

It was still early morning, and it took a few rings for the phone to be picked up.

"Hello," a groggy voice answered.

"Hello Blake, it's Anya."

Anya, Mary, Blake and Norma will return in- Guardian Angel . . . of Death