The sun is warm on my Flesh, the spring air is refreshing, the birds chirp a sweet tune. I look down at my mangled looking arm, My white undershirt is soaked my favorite shade of red, Crimson. There is a gentle breeze that tosses my apple red hair, everything is red, everything is calm, Just then I hear a slight disturbance in the brush across the meadow, A tall fellow, dressed in all black, with long smoke grey locks, hanging from his distorted top hat, as he gets closer his face reveals, a wicked smile and electric yellow eyes, He walks with such grace, I have no reasons to fear him, and even if I did I have no strength to run, Sebastian's love making may be brutal, but my heart lies in those eyes, those red eyes, my most favorite colour of them all, The stranger kneels down next to me, I frown and turn my face away from him, he tilts his head in confusion
"ehhhh?" he says scratching his head in confusion, "Are you hurt myyy love?" he says touching my arm, "are you on the verge of death?" He laughs wildly, I draw back pouting
"What would it matter to you, and besides you know I can't die, I am a reaper just as you are" I am offended that he would even have to ask. He gets up to leave shrugging as he walks away.
"Come back you bastard! Are you not going to help the lady in distress?" I yell He comes back he picks me up, I scream 'put me down!' over and over again. He carries me to a cart with a lone mule and a casket in the back, he sits me in the front next to him, I cross my arms with a sharp 'hmpt' There is a short ride to a old gothic style shop that reads 'Undertaker' I bite my lower lip pondering, He picks he up again and carries me into the shop, he sets me down on a black coffin, he walks behind the counter there are sounds of digging, glass and metal clunking together, he sets what he needs out, approaching me with a basin filled with water, he shakes his sleeves down, his pale white hands, have long black finger nails extending from his finder tips, he says nothing as he unbuttons my shirt, he is gentle as he picks it out of my wound, taking a wet towel he whines the blood away, a long slit is left he removes my glasses, wiping the blood off my cheeks, he smells like roses and thyme, his hands are undoubtedly sexy, I can't help but blush, he brushes my hair out of my face and slips my glasses back on, I smile coyly, he smiles wide, I ruffle my brow and pout again turning away, its Sebastian I am in love with. He takes out a surgical needle, with a tread, taking my arm he firmly begins to stitch, the tiny pricks hurt me, I like it, I have goose bumbs up my arm, back, sides, my every where. He finishes his beautiful work, wrapping it tightly in a bandage,
"A fracture..."he says, poking at my wrist I wince in pain "it hurts yes?" He pokes it again.
"Stop it!" I scream slapping his hand,
"Be easy with it if not it willl...break..." he finishes taking the bloody instruments to the sink. I shiver from the gust of cold air, I hear the jingle of him, coming back with a olive green wool blanket,
"What is your name?" I ask wrapping myself up in the warm blanket
"Under..taker" he says "My bed is through that door you may lay down if you are tired."
"Where will you be?" I ask concerned
"Tending to clients"
"Huh?" I ask just then a woman with a sadness stricken face walks in, asking to purchase a coffin for her husband, He goes out with her to tend to the body, I go into the room, it is dark and musty there is a mattress on the floor, black blankets, and pillows litter the unmade bed, a small in table with an oil lamp is the only decoration in the room. I lay down in the bed I can hear the soft sounds of rain hitting the roof, an April shower has come to visit, The sound and the smell of him, I drift asleep, I feel the weight of the bed shift, my eyes jolt open, Undertaker has settled into bed next to me, his hat is on the in table, his scar is fully visible, his eyes are shut, his mouth is slightly open, small shower has formed into a storm, I hear the lightning crack across the sky, I cling to him, even though I barely know him I a desperately afraid, I realize now, that he is only wearing pants, My skin against his is almost electric, I am not sure how but our lips meet, a kiss of treason, Sebastian would never forgive me, I must stop I must stop, I run my hand down his chest I feel his ribs, his skin, the muscle, his long nails brush along my back, goose bumbs cover my body, our kisses are awkward, yet elegant and sensual, his strong hands, My hands explore his body, his nails dig into my back, I moan out softly, he replies with a tiered 'ohhh' I am excited all over, I can not stay away, we are tangled in eachother, I bite his lower lip, pulling it down, He climbs on top of me, staring into my eyes, petting me softly,
"My rose..."He says, "Your hair is the color of the insides" he kisses me "Your eyes are the color of emeralds" His yellow eyes glare into mine, they glisten, I can feel his manhood pressing against my leg, I sigh in sexual tension, He kisses my chest, little love bites along my collar bone, 'mmmm' I sigh again 'more' He gropes me, his strong, hand I almost scream, I giggle pushing him back I kiss long his chest, he makes very strange noises, I assume they are good, I grab on to his length. He moans 'ehhhhhhh' The attraction is like a magnet and I can not turn away, our lips meet again in a powerful lip lock, I pray this moment will never end, 'this is not Sebastian I say at once to myself, what am I doing, I pull away from Undertaker, breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry but, I can not do this, not with you, Sebastian is my lover...my only lover" I say, I rush out the door hurriedly leaving my friend behind, I go straight to the Phantomhive residence, I want to see my Sebastian and surely he is there, surely he has time to see me.