A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews, follows, and favorites! It seriously makes my day when I get emails about my story ^-^. I have actually decided to up the hint of DiederichxOC to an actual small fling, but don't worry. That's all. I just needed a bit of dramatic flair to the story and we all know the Undertaker makes us love him even more when he gets dominating and serious, especially when you touch something he's found oh so interesting and adores.

Now, on with the story!


I am fallen,

But I am free,

I cannot fly,

But I can see.

My soul is broken,

My body is cut,

But my heart is full,

Where my strength is not.

My wings may be torn,

My halo may be crooked,

But I have my friends,

Who will guide me when I am blinded


She woke up gasping for air, as if she'd been drowning and was finally pulled to the surface. While trying to even her breathing, she glances around quickly, but couldn't tell where she was. The room was completely wrapped in darkness, no windows in the room meant no light was getting into the room. Muscles in her neck were stiff and felt tensed as she turned her head to the other direction, finding nothing but the same darkness as she saw to her left.

Twisting her head slightly back, feeling a thin cloth that covered up her neck slip down slightly, revealing right shoulder had a white cloth covering something that extended down her back and saw that her body had been covered only in a cloth that matched the darkness around her, as she lied on a cold metal table. Pressing her palms into the table, she tried to push herself up onto her knees, she let out an inaudible gasp from that pain that she felt. It was those injuries on her shoulders and back that made every attempted move to cause unbearable pain, something else she could not remember if she had felt before in her life. How could she not remember if she had ever been in pain before? The feeling was horribly execrating and terrible.

Her arms trembled as she lowered herself back down onto the table, shivering as her bare skin touched the cold metal table. Big sapphire eyes were focused on the darkness, but to her, it felt as if the darkness was spinning in circles. Squinting her eyes, she could barely make out what looked to a wall with something attached to it, but it appeared to look like it was moving around. Biting her bottom lip, her face scrunched up feeling the pain again from the movement of her shoulder as she laid a hand on her head, feeling a painful sensation spreading across her forehead to the back of her head, down to the base of her skull. It was rather a painful feeling that made her stomach feel like it was turning just how the walls were.

There were many things she wasn't sure about. She didn't have a single clue to where she was; as she had clue where she was from. She wasn't sure if she was alone in this room or if there were other…well, she had no clue what could be around her. Not knowing exactly where she was meant she had clue what could be lurking around her within the darkness. Not a clue what had happened to her for her to feel such pain. Whatever had happened had to be bad for her to not be able to move her entire body without feeling like her back was going to split wide open.

She couldn't recall anything from her past, not even her last memory. It was like she was blank, as if she was reborn the very moment that she woke up. Closing her eyes, her mind tried to think about to the very last thing that she could remember…but, the only thing she could remember last was her gasping for air. Did something happen? What could have happened for her to be like this.

Was it the reason she was feeling such horrible pain?

She couldn't recall where she was born.

She couldn't recall how old she was.

She couldn't recall where she was from.

She couldn't recall what happened last.

Her mind was as blank as a brand-new journal that was just waiting to be written in.

There was one thing she could recall though.

Her name.

Sapphira.

My name...my name is Sapphira.

She opened her mouth to speak, yet not a single word would come out. Her throat was terribly dry and sore, just breathing through her mouth irritated her throat to the point of making it even rawer than it was.

Sapphira desperately tried to think about what had happened.

What was my last memory?

Rattling her brain for what seemed like hours, she came up with nothing.

After thinking about for a few more minutes, she started to feel her eyelids get heavy as her vision got blurry. Closing her eyes, she felt herself falling into a deep sleep.


"You brought this upon yourself!"

"You're tainted! Unclean! Not even God can save your soul."

"You dare question our creator with your senseless ideas and impure thoughts."

"She must be a follower of Satan!"

It was a never-ending circle of whispering, yelling, taunting, and humiliating the one person who stood in the middle of the circle. A young woman stood in the middle of the vicious circles of angry people. Her wings folded backwards in fright, as she held her hands together at her chest. Her big bright sapphire eyes darting from people to people, absorbing every single word that was being yelled at her. She knew she had to escape, she had to get away while she had the chance too.

"I have to escape now, it's my only chance." She muttered as she flapped her wings as fast as she could, flying straight up from the group that had surrounded her. She was flying through the sky, dodging anyone that would try and get in her way. Her wings ached as she flew higher and higher into the air. "There's no looking back, I have to keep going or else."

Flap. Flap. Flap

Eyes widen at the sudden sound of several pairs of wings flapping directly behind her.

"No, they are now after me. I must get away from them."

"I have to get away."


Sapphira bolted up from the table, her whole body searing in pain. She wanted to scream but it was caught inside of her throat, her fingers scrapping along the metal table. She knees shaking underneath the weight that is placed on them as she sits up fully on her knees. The thoughts are accelerating inside of her head. She wanted them to slow so she can breathe, but they don't. Her breaths came in gasps and she felt like she was going to black out. Her heart was hammering inside of her chest. The dark room was spinning yet again, as she scooted herself onto her bottom, slinging her legs over the table.

Just a dream…it was just a dream.

Wait. No. That felt like a memory.

Her face scrunched up as she tried to remember what she either dreamt of or remembered.

All she could remember were a bunch of people yelling hateful things…and was the person flying? No, that was complete nonsense. No one can fly, they must've been being chased. Wait, can people fly? Shaking her head as her mind went back and forth about whether if someone could fly or not. As the last sentence that the person had said still lingered in her mind. It was the only sentence that had seemed to stick with her after she woke up.

"I have to get away."

What does that even mean? Why does she have to get away or yet, why do I get away? Was it just a dream or was it…a memory. I hate that I can't remember any more than just that now.

Jingle. Jingle

The strange sound startled the young woman, causing her to jump slightly with widening eyes. Biting down on her lip as she felt a flare of pain shoot up her back, her hands gipped the edge of the table. As much pain as she was in and while she really wanted to remember her dream or memory, even though there wasn't really anything to remember, there wasn't much she could do about either one. She really wanted to figure exactly where she was, there were so many questions that needed answers too. Glancing back at the sheet, she grabbed it and wrapped it loosely around herself, her face slowly grimaced when the sheet brushed against her back. Wrapping one arm around her chest, to hold the sheet up, she used her other hand guide her through the dark, using anything she can grab onto to help her walk.

Legs felt like rubber with each step that she took; as if they hadn't been used in months or even years. The pain in her back would flare up with each step and each time she used her arm to hold onto something. As much as she wanted to scream, she knew there would be no point in screaming.

Her throat was to raw and sore, she could barely breath through her mouth without it painfully burning. Which meant that a simple blood curling scream would just be out of the question.

Sapphira tilted her head in confusion as she stared at the door in front of her. Eyes roamed the room, seeing that the entire room was made from the same materials…but the thing that was in the wall in front of her was made of something different. Laying a hand on the door, it felt cold and was silver shiny color, completely contrasting against the dark gray walls. Running a hand down it, she was stopped half way down by a knob that stuck directly out from the door.

Grasping a hold of it, she tried pulling it toward her.

That didn't work.

Her lips turned down as she stared it, tilting her head even more in confusion. Knowing that didn't work, so instead, she used what little force she could muster and pushed on the door.

That didn't work.

Pressing her lips into a hard line, her eyes narrowed at the door. It wouldn't work if she pulled or pushed it, so how was she supposed to leave the area that she was in. Pressing her head against the door, she could faintly hear what sounds like voices and what sound like…maybe giggling?

"Gu Hehehehehe Ehehehehehe!"

The entire building started to shake at the sound; a sound that startled the poor young woman nearly to death and almost caused to fall backwards, if it wasn't for the death-grip she had on the knob. The sound was enough to make the entire building shake, startle her, and caused whoever had been speaking to fall silent and the sound of something falling could be heard coming from behind the door.

The sound also caused her hardline lips into a small smile. It was the first pleasant sound she had heard since she woke up. The sound was not a giggle; but actual laughter. A part of her desperately yearned to hear that sound again. The voice that it belonged to was infectious, it had a slight raspy sound to it, but the sound was…majestic. She longed to hear the voice again, she wanted to hear the slight giggle, she needed to hear that loud, infectious laugh again.

That sound…it's…

"Eheheheh~"

It's…beautiful.

As if her request had been heard, the entire building once again started to shake, causing a rather large crash to be heard from the direction that she was facing. Once again, it nearly caused her to fall backwards, this time her gripped on the knob twisted slightly and the door in front of her swung right open. Pressing a finger against her lip, she tilted her head to the side as she stared past the door. Hesitantly, she stepped a foot out of the door, taking in the view that was around her. Straight in front of her was a dark purple curtain, with a small amount of light leaked through the gaps of areas that the curtain never fully covered. Glancing to her right, she saw two more doors that looked like the one that she was behind, but they looked to be completely different, both the color and what they were made from. Toward the very end there was an open area that looked as it was going upper part of the building.

"So, they died out in the cold, eh?"

"Yes, they had left the pub without their coat and gloves, clearly intoxicated. We believe he got disoriented and forgot how to get home, so he stopped and sat down in an alley way next to the pub and fell asleep; which is how we ended up finding him."

"Hehehe, what a foolish man~"

"Uh…anyway, we are working on locating his next of kin and once we do, we will inform them that he is here."

Sapphira quietly crept toward the curtain, peeking through the small gap that would lead into the main room. She could see that the room was only lit up by the double panel window that was place on the door and the candles that lit around the room. She could see three other people standing in the middle of the room; two which wore the same exact outfit, all in black from the head down. The look on their face looked incredibly uncomfortable, as one man tried to find something in the front of the building to occupy his attention, while the other man looked down at the ground.

The third man had his back to her; as all she could see was that he was leaning over something, his long gray hair that stretched down to his hips. He was also covered in black; from his head, down to his boots, besides the gray scarf that was tied down to the hip. Her eyes travel from that old looking top hat that adorned his head, the tail of it reaching down all the way to where a chain of lockets that sat secured around his hips. The black robe he wore covered his hands, as he brought up to his face and laughed behind it.

"Yes, yes, that will do. Hehehe~"

Her sapphire eyes widen as she heard him laugh; it wasn't as loud as the first laugh she had heard, but it was still infectious. Lips twitching into a smile, she stepped a little closer to get a better view of the man that was laughing.

Creak.

All three heads snapped toward the direction of the sound, causing Sapphira to bring her free hand to her mouth as she stepped back from the curtain, yearning another sound from the place in the floor she had taken her foot off. She backed into the wall that behind her, which earned a screamed that was stuck in her throat once more. The pain shot up her back and burned deep into her body; her entire body was shaking from the pain, her eyes now stinging as tears threaten to escape. The hand that was covering her mouth, propped herself off the wall, to give a bit of free space between that and her back. The voices seemed to have grown even louder; as if they were slowly approaching where she was hiding herself.

"What the bloody hell was that?" One of the men yelled.

"Is there someone else in here, Mr. Undertaker?" The other man who had been talking before, his tone had grown serious and threating. She couldn't see what was going on, but she could tell that he was slowly making his way toward where she was currently standing. Biting her lip as she heard heavy footsteps coming toward her direction.

"Hehehe, this old building makes strange noises all the time~" Undertaker crackled as he blocked the curtained way. His arms wrapped around him as he danced around in a circle, a grin stretching across his face. "Some of the souls of the dead that have been brought here tend to linger and make such strange noises, such lovely sounds they make, hee hee~"

The two officers couldn't help but shutter at the feeling that they were being watched by someone else other than the Undertaker. It was obvious that no one liked coming to this dreadful, now haunting place. No wonder why some of the other officers snickered and told them to have fun with dropping the body off here. They got to learn first-hand that this man was surely insane. Glancing at one another, they both backed to the door, nodding their heads.

"Yes, well…now that our work is done, we shall be going."

"Hehehe, please do come back again. Your joke was hysterical~" He laughed as he watched the two run out of his door. Slowly making his way to the front door, he flipped the open sign to close and locked the door. Turning his attention back toward the curtain, a grin extended across his face as he skipped toward the curtain. "I'm curious to know what's haunting my parlor~"

Slinging the curtain back, his eyes that hide beneath his bangs widen slightly at the sight that stood before him. The fallen angel stood up against the wall, the sheet he had covered her in was wrapped around her tiny form. Her delicate face was etched in distress as small tiny crystal beads creeped out of her big sapphire eyes, one after another, as it turned into a flowing steam of crystal water that ran down her face and dripped from her chin onto the sheet. His eyes traveled down to her knees and he could see that they were shaking, as if any moment they were ready to collapse from out under her.

Raising a hand, he saw she sunk back into the wall, her face grimacing from the pain that she felt. Shaking his head, he gently slid his finger across her cheeks to wipe away her tears. "Don't worry dearie, I'm not going to hurt you~"

Taking a deep breath, she nodded her head as she pushed off the wall a little. She glanced up at him and saw that his bangs covered his eyes, but he wore a smile. Feeling instant relief when she saw his smile; it was just like his laugh, it was beautiful and it was the first pleasant thing her eyes had laid on. Following the movement of his hand, she watched as it went from her cheek to the top of her head, feeling him lift and lower his hand several times to the top of her head. Not once did that beautiful smile leave his face.

"Now dearie, you really shouldn't be up and walking around~ Come along now, let's changed the bandages and see how your stitches are." He sang as he started off the direction toward where the stairs and started to skip up the stairs, but stopped in the third one when he didn't hear anything behind him. Spinning around on the stair case, he tilted his head as he watched the young woman stare at him, her finger pointing toward the work shop that he had left in hours ago.

"Whe-," Sapphira started to ask, but her throat was still terribly dry and sore. She was surprised that she was able to even get part of a word out, as earlier she couldn't even say her name for her throat being so raw.

Undertaker shook his head as he hopped down from the third stair, a small crackle left his lips as his hang snaked out from the sleeve of his robed and gently grasped her hand, dragging her up the stairs. "Ehehehe, no dearie, there's no need for you to go back in there; plus, I have a guest that needs to be worked on~"

Nearly stumbling going up the first few steps, she finally found her footing and followed him as he leads up into a hallway that looked similar to the one that she was just in. Everything passed by in a blur as she was dragged into one the first door on the right. Grasping the sheet tighter against her chest, she looked around the room, trying to take in everything that was in front of her. Eyes widen in amazement as she compared the room she was currently standing in and the room she had first woken up in.

Walls were painted in a soft dark blue, nothing like the harsh dark gray that was in the work room. Instead of a hard metal table, there was a decent size bed that sat fleshed up against the wall, covered in dark blue sheets. It looked to be a lot more comfortable than the table she had slept on, which in any case, anything else would probably be more comfortable than the cold hard metal table. To the left of the room there was a decent size window which was covered in a dark blue curtain. It had appeared that everything was matching in the room, besides the two dressers and door that she had walked through to get into the room.

"Now dearie, let me get something to clean your stitches and change your bandages. Would you like something to drink?"

Undertaker had snapped Sapphira out of her amazement of the room, earning a small nod from the young-looking woman.

"Hehe, while I do that, you lay down on the bed and get comfortable~" Undertaker motioned to the bed before he skipped out of the room and down the stairs. Nothing really surprised him in this day in age, but he was quite surprised to see her up and moving around a little. Probably more out of curiosity than anything, but still surprised none the less. Slipping into his work shop, he grabbed the antibiotic cream and more bandages for her wounds. Granted it would be a lot easier to do this on his work table, but now that she was awake, it didn't feel suite right to have her laying on it. Scurrying out of his work room and down into the room that was two doors down, he entered in a small dining room; with the only things in the room was a small black table and two black chairs. A door behind the table lead into the kitchen, which was a tad bit bigger than the dining room. Opening one of the cabinets, he grabbed a glass beaker and filled it with water.

Hopping up each of the steps, he twirled into the room, one hand holding the beaker full of water as the other hand held the antibiotic cream and bandages. "Now, let me see…. dearie?" He stopped dead in his tracks, a look of confusion crossed his face as he watched the fallen angel. She was standing over the bed, her hand hesitantly slid up the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets. The facial expression she wore was one he had not seen before on someone; it was mysterious, a smile tugged her lips yet at the same time, there was no smile. A fallen angel with unsurpassed beauty, yet full of mystery; just as if she was the Mona Lisa herself. Her mind was so lost and focused on what she was doing, that she hadn't even notice him standing there, much less heard him walk in and talk to her.

"My, my, what a naughty little angel you are, didn't I say for you to get in the bed and lay down~" Undertaker snickered, watching her jumped nearly two feet in the air. She clutched the sheets to her chest, down casting her eyes toward the bed with a red tint spreading across her cheeks. He couldn't contain himself and started to cackle at her reaction, yet again she surprised him. He hadn't expected her to get embarrassed as she did, but it was a cute reaction he had gotten.

Laying the bandages and cream down onto the stand next to the bed, he stretched over the bed and handed the beaker of water out toward her. "Drink this dearie, it should help with that their sore throat of yours. Down that as I fetch some water and towels to clean your back."

Gently, yet eagerly taking the beaker from his hands, she quickly pressed it against her lips and quickly gulped it down. The cold water ran down her throat, coating the soreness and rawness in a wonderful bliss, eyes shining bright in absolute happiness. Swallowing became easier, breathing became not as painful, and she felt like she could start talking to him. Honestly, she didn't even have an idea of how she sounded; if one can't even remember how they sound like, one would deemed that is a bad thing.

Laying the beaker down on the table, she could hear him skipping back as he giggled. Turning to face him as he laid the bowl of water and several towels down next to the stuff he had brought up from downstairs. He dipped the towel into the water several times, his eyes cutting out under his bangs, giving her a small glimpse of what his eyes looked like. They were a bright green with…yellow? She didn't have long to ponder about his eyes as he started to speak again. His tone sudden turned serious with a hint of dominance lacing his voice.

"As I said the last two times; I do need you to get on the bed in the same position you were in when you had first woken up. You wouldn't want your injures to get infected would you?"

"N-no, sir." She yelped, moving to crawl onto the bed with slow and careful movements. The pain of moving her arms had eased up some, but when it came to having to move her shoulders and her back, that was a whole different story. Sapphira sucked in her bottom lip as she lowered herself onto the bed, feeling the same burning sensation from earlier spread across her entire back. When the sharp stabbing pains surfaced, it thankfully only last a few minutes, it was always the burning and dull pain that lingered for quite a while and would always end up being almost unbearable.

Undertaker chucked as he moved her hair over to the hide with one hand, while the other hand dragged the sheet that was wrapped around her down. Wanting to keep her modest so she wouldn't feel embarrassed, he left the sheet sitting right at her hips, leaving complete access to her wounds. He first peeled the bandages off the left side of her back, analyzing the stitches on her back. The entire area seemed a little red with minimal swelling, but they were healing nicely, with each individual thread holding up beautifully. It was nice to see that they were still holding up as she moved around. One thing that was good about working with the dead; he didn't have to worry about their stitches coming apart.

Sliding around the bed, he started to work on removing the right bandage; the worse wound of the two she had. That area was a little redder than the left side with the same amount of swelling as the left side had; but it was nothing to bad. Nothing that some antibiotic cream couldn't fix since it was only a little red and nothing else. Inspecting the stitches, he started down on the end and worked his way up. Each stitch was made with perfection; not a single one ripping or stretching out of place. Reaching to the very top, he saw the last top three stitches were not up his standards; not at all.

"No, I don't like this one bit." Undertaker frowned.

"Don't like?" Sapphira questioned as she tried to turn to face the mortician, but was suddenly stopped by two hands grabbing her shoulders, gently pushing her back down on the bed. His long hair draped across her back and down her face, causing a slightly tickling sensation that had her biting her lip, in hopes of containing her laughter.

"No moving dearie, I need you to stay completely still. I'll be right back." He quickly fled the room and down to his lab. Grabbing scissors to cut out the stitches, needle and thread to re-stitch the wound, and a rag with small bottle of ether. He wasn't sure if he was going to need the either or not, depending on her pain tolerance, but he knew that the second she would display any pain he'd have her smell the ether to help relieve some of the pain, if not all of it.

Quickly making his way out of the room and up the stairs, he was curious to see if she'd listened to him and stayed still, or got up to see what he was talking about. It amused him that she was so curious, but when she wouldn't do something it slightly annoyed him, just a child learning the world for the first time and not listening to their parent. Of course, she was not a child and he was not a parent, but it was close enough to be compared to that.

Strolling into the room, a smile crept across his face as he saw that she hadn't moved an inch. Such a good little listener she can be. Her eyes seemed to be focus on the window outside, but she was unable to see much due the sun causing a glare on the window and the curtains halfway over the window. Such a curious fallen angel indeed.

"Hehe, such a good little angel you are~"

Laying his tools out, he bent down to inspect the three stitches that he greatly disapproved of. Two of the stitches were slightly torn in the center; mostly like from movement of her right shoulder and arm. The third stich wasn't holding very well and would end up causing a wound dehiscence if one was not paying careful attention like he does. Luckily for her, he's very particular about his guest look…even his one and only living guest that laid in front of him. He decided that if he was to ever get another living guest; be it an angel, demon, reaper, or human, he would just ship them off out the door and to the hospital. It was a hassle; one that he didn't want to deal with, so hopefully this one doesn't disappoint him.

"I-is everything alright?" Sapphira watched as he grabbed the scissors, only to pause at her question.

He could see that she was tensing up under the weight of her own question. A grin appeared across his face as he took one of his hands and patted her head, putting her slightly at ease. "Don't you worry, angel~ It's nothing that I can't handle, hehe."

Cutting each stitch with extreme care to not hurt her and not to aggravate the wound, as he didn't need the small exposed area to start bleeding. Gently pulling each thread out, he placed it down onto the stand. So far so good, she was perfectly content and the wound was not bleeding.

Threading the needle, his hand gently held her in place as his other hand moved the needle to the area he needed to stich back up. Glancing back to the bottle of ether and rag, he turned his eyes to the angel, who was still staring out the window. "This may hurt just a little dearie, if the pain becomes unbearable, let me know and I have something to give you to help with the pain."

"Okay."

He proceeded to insert the needle through edge of the wound to and started to sew away from himself. Feeling her back slightly tense up from pain, he looked to see if he needed to get her something for the pain. Her face slightly scrunched up in pain, but she hadn't said anything yet about it. Seeing it as sign to keep going, he moved to finish the first stitch, stilling watching her from out of the corner of his eye.

With the second stitch; shutting her eyes from the pain with her face still scrunched up, but no word or sound left her mouth. So far so good. Not much pain and no bleeding.

With the third stitch; a small trail of tears escaped from the corner of her eyes and a small of blood escaped from the very top. The bleeding would be easy to stop; as it mostly from the needle piercing the skin. Gently wiping up the blood, he tied the knot off a little tighter, hoping that would prevent the wound from trying to come open again and the thread from tearing. Even though he was done with that, she still had a trail of tears slipping down her face. He was about to ask if she was alright; but the young fallen one beat him to it before he could.

"It's still bearable." She whispered as her eyes fluttered open enough to glance up to him.

Nodding his head, he sat down the needle and thread, picking up the wash cloth that laid out in the bowl. He rung out the excess water and started to clean the area around and between her stitches.

Feeling the cold wet rag touch her bare skin caused her to nearly jump in the bed as a shiver ran down her spine. Clenching her teeth as she felt the cold and dampness rub around the sensitive parts of her back. Her fingers clawing at the sheets that laid underneath her as a small whimper escaped past her lips.

"Dearie?"

"It's just cold and a little painful…"

Undertaker eyes widen underneath his bangs as he looked down at the cold wet rag in his hands. It hadn't even registered that the water was cold; he was so use to using cold water when it came to washing his guest body that when he went to get water to clean around her wounds, that it should be warmer. A small ping of guilt vibrated through his chest with a frown coming right behind it. He moved to go fill the bowl up with warmer water, but suddenly stopped when a delicate hand hesitantly grabbed his wrist, a smile forming on her face even as tears trailed down her cheeks.

"No…it's fine, please continue."

Swift nod of his head and her hand returning to the bed, he returned to cleaning around the wounds. The area around where he was cleaning were still sore and would be for a little while. Nerve fibers, connective tissue, and muscles were still healing underneath her skin, which would cause some pain with a fair amount of pressure was put on it. Her hands gripped the sheets once more, teeth biting down on her bottom lip to prevent any sounds escaping from between her lips. He worked quickly and efficiently, replacing the cold wet rag with a slightly warm dry rag, carefully moving the rag around the area where to he cleaned to dry her off.

"Do you want something for the pain, dearie?"

Sapphira softly shook her head, her teeth releasing its hold on her bottom lip. "No…I'm alright."

Undertaker frowned at her response when he laid down the rag and picked up the antibiotic cream. It was obvious she was in pain, yet she tells him that she's fine. Angels often don't feel pain; at least the ones that stick around in heaven. If they do, it's nothing like the pain she is going through now. Was she not feeling the pain? Did she even know what pain feels like? So far, she's acted she hasn't seen certain things before in her entire life. Is it possible that she was angel who solely sat in heaven and had no idea about the human realm? Probably. She hasn't said anything about her being an angel or anything, so either she lost her memory or she's just hiding since she doesn't have her wings and don't want to be sent straight to hell.

"Dearie~ Do you even know what pain is? What does it feel-,"

"Yes, of course I know what pain feels like! There have been moments where the pain was bad enough for me just to lay still and not feel it much, as if it was just a burning sensation. Then there are other times that pain has been so intense, so sharp, so…unbearable that I have just wanted to scream."

Undertaker was slightly taken back and startled by the outburst she just had. That was one thing he was not expecting coming from her…and he love the fact she kept surprising him. The more he was surprised and learned, the more it was worth it had been to bring her back to the parlor. He was yet to be disappointed by her, and that made him very excited.

He started to rub the antibiotic cream onto her stitches, and almost automatically, he could feel her whole body tense, her breath was hitched in the back of her throat. Hands grabbing a fist full of sheets as tears slipped even more through her eyes. Sapphira could feel the coolness of the cream burn into her stitches, as if it was melting the threads that held her wounds closed straight into her back. He moved to bandage the wounds quickly, but with each touch to her back and shoulder; she was slowly becoming to be on the verge of screaming.

"Breathe, dearie~"

He could tell that she was trying to breathe, but it was just not happening. His frown deepening across his face he continues to watch her. Her knuckles were turning white from how hard she was grasping the sheets, her body shaking from the pain, tears poured down her face, her lip sucked into her mouth with her teeth clamping down onto it. If she knew what pain was, then why the hell was she still holding off on doing something about it? Granted, he could give it to her regardless, but he wouldn't be a good gentleman if he basically drugged her and knocked her out from feeling the pain. He curiosity started to get the best of himself, as a question escaped past his lips.

"Why do you want to feel the pain?"

Amongst the pain, the burning sensation, the feeling as if someone was repeatedly stabbing her in the back, and phantom feeling that something was missing from her back. A feeling of heaviness was missing, but it was replaced by lightness and nothing being there put her at ease. Cracking her big sapphire blue eyes open, he could see they were filled to the brim with tears and filled with a sense of dullness…but they were smiling. The dullness that filled the deepest of sapphires was smiling. Her lips parted to let out a whine, while her hands gripped the sheets until they were at the point they were going to rip underneath her strength.

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. That's why I want to feel the pain…because it's a very important of our life…it makes you feel alive."

Undertaker's face broke out into a grin at her words, his body cackling internally at what spilled out of the fallen angel's mouth. Not once did he ever believe that he would hear those words coming from an angel; it was like words to his ears. She was right, on so many different levels. Humans had no concept of what she had said; they all feared death and pain. They rather live their life pain free and scared of death lurking around the corner. Sapphira seemed to feel a different away. She felt as pain was what made her alive, that death was not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss was not being alive and dying while you are still living. Something he's seen in more people that he would want to admit. His hand started to play with the center locket on his hips as his lips curled into a wider grin; he was beyond being curious about her now. He was intrigued by how her mind was working. Was this what cast her out of heaven? Was her love for pain and even death what was going to send her to hell?

So many questions that needed answers, yet he knew those answers would come in due time once she was fully healed.

Grabbing the rag and holding it over the bottle of either, he tipped it back until the rag was slightly soaked. Leaning down to Sapphira, he held the rag up to her face, while patting her head. Wanting to give her some comfort and soothing words before he put her to sleep for a bit. Pain may make her feel alive, but the Undertaker was not going to have her suffering while she was under his care.

"Gu hehehehe, you truly intrigue me, my sweet angel~ This will ease the pain so you can rest, that will help you recover faster." Undertaker explained as he slowly lifted the rag to her face.

"I have some quest-," Gently shushing her by laying a finger against her lips, his head tilted to the side, that trademark smile of his never faltering from his face.

"We have all the time in the world to talk. Now, get some rest, dearie~"

Reluctant to breathe in the ether, she knew that he held a sincere smile and his voice nearly acted as a lullaby itself. Taking a deep breath in, she could feel herself slowly becoming light headed and feeling as if the world around was slowly growing darker. Her vision became cloudy, only seeing him pull back from her with the rag and feeling a hand running over her head, nails slightly scrapping against her scalp. It…oddly enough felt good, but she wasn't sure if it was from she had breathed in or the fact it really did feel good.

Her eyes grew increasingly heavy, her lips slightly parted enough for her to mumble out something loud enough for Undertaker barely to hear.

"My…name is…Sapphira."

With that, she fell back into a deep slumber as she had earlier that day. His smile grew across his face once he saw that she was fully asleep. Quietly grabbing all of his supplies, he snuck out a free hand to lift the sheet back up over her and pulled up the sheet on the bed to give her some warmth, but giving her back enough air to breath.

Creeping toward the door, his eyes turned back to the woman sleeping soundly in the bed. He knew with the help of the ether and how much pain she had endured that she would be out into morning the earliest. Which was great, he was beyond exhausted and was ready to go to bed…but he couldn't. As he had focused on treating and fixing her wounds the rest of that day, that he totally forgot about the guest that was left sitting in the front room.

He mentally slapped himself for letting himself forget about his guest; but he did have a delicate, curious and very intriguing fallen angel to take care of. He knew his guest was not going anywhere anytime soon, since he's dead and all. Giggling at his own little mental joke, he slid out the door and stuck his head in for one more peak before he went and attended to his guest before he went off to bed.

"Good night and sweet dreams, my Sapphira~"