The Undertaker walked into the cemetery, a shovel in hand. He would never have thought he'd being doing this, especially so late at night. Of course, it wasn't the first time. But it hadn't taken him this long to do it despite how much he had missed the blond little boy.
The Undertaker was sure he wouldn't be too pleased to see him. He didn't enjoy being stuck 60 feet underground in a coffin for too long, and neither did The Undertaker because he always ended up digging him up. However, The Undertaker never dug him up in the same cemetery. It was always different, this time the cemetery was gothic, and the grave the blond was buried in was covered in dust and crafted spider webs that probably took the spider weeks to perfect.
The Undertaker jabbed his shovel into the pile of dirt that hid the coffin underneath. He whistled a tune as he started digging up the grave, throwing the dirt behind him creating a pile. The Undertaker dug until his arms ached, and his legs gave out underneath him. He steadied himself using the shovel, panting as he wiped the sweat from his forehead before he went back to digging.
This time the shovel hit the coffin with a loud bang that echoed through the cemetery. "It's not as deep as I remember it being," The Undertaker mumbled putting the shovel aside and getting onto his knees. He used his hands to clear off the last of the dirt. The Undertaker picked up the coffin gently as if it were made of glass and then set it onto the ground beside him. He opened the coffin showing the blond that lay in it still as a corpse but not for long.
The Undertaker put his hand in his pocket, taking out a knife. He slit his wrist before putting it over the blond's mouth watching as the blood spilled. After a while, the blond's blue eyes snapped open, and he sat up glancing at The Undertaker his eyes turning scarlet. "Took you long enough," he stated licking the blood from his lips. "I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me."
"I'd never forget a pretty face like yours." The Undertaker remarked grinning from ear to ear. "Especially when you're asleep."
The blond clicked his tongue. "Well, you're creepy as always." The blond then glanced at the sky. "The sun is coming up."
The Undertaker's eyes widened in slight realization. "Oh," he put his hand in his pocket, taking out a golden band with silver gems surrounding a red one.
The Undertaker then handed the ring to the blond, and the blond slipped it on his left ring finger.
The Undertaker smiled. "Let's go home..."