Evangeline kept a calm face, keeping her eyes on him. "Excuse me for doing my job. Being what I am, people who are doomed to die are given a kiss of death to seal there fate. If not, then they could avoid death." Her gaze turned to a challenging glare. She dismissed any respect she formally had to defend her title. She won't let a reaper give her orders about who she can and cannot kill. "If you want the sick shifter, take him. Frankly, I'm not too fond of killing something weak. I'd rather go after the challenging ones." Her voice had it's own lace of demonic venom, a sneer hidden behind her words. Slowly, she stood up, her challenging glare gained hints of red in it. "More importantly, don't come here talking as if you know what my job is. For your information, a kiss of death is nothing more than a marker. Something to attract death and inform other Angels Of Death like myself or Reapers like you who your next target it." A look if distaste spread across her face. "So don't come to me, accusing me with false accusations without getting the full facts. And no matter how vile and dark I may be, I never lie. If I promise a kill to someone, you can be damn sure I won't interfere." She turns away. "Now, if you don't mind I think I've been insulted and disrespected enough for one day. I'll take my leave now." She spat the words out sourly and walked across the gymnasium towards the girls locker room. The teacher yelled at her but Evangeline sneers at him, her eyes piercing through him. She said something to the teacher and his face went pale, allowing her to pass him without another word.