Had Grell knew of the true purpose of the red eyes, he would have laughed aloud. A boy, a mortal, trying to catch death's movements? The only person who had really fought on equal terms with him had been a demon! And of course, other Grim Reapers (but Grell seldom liked to discuss office politics.)
"Glad to know," the redhead whispered, sniffing at the blood flowing under skin. This was going to be delicious, he thought as he stretched out his right arm. But first, he opened his mouth, revealing a pair of teeth that had elongated into fangs and biting down, moaning when the sweet scent of blood hit the roof of his mouth. A taste.