Chapter 1

As I lifted my head to get a better look at the man, his grin widened and he giggled into one of his sleeves.

"This one's still alive I see.~ Well, love, what brings you out here? You know there are some unsavory characters that are out and about this time of night."

He walked closer to me, set his shovel down into the ground and leaned against it. I just gave the man a look. I moved my right leg to prop up my left arm so gravity wasn't causing too much pain on my shoulder. After a moment or two of observing him, I had a feeling he wouldn't harm me anymore than I was already injured. I sighed lean my head back into the trunk of the tree.

"I liked the cemetery, so I decided to see how long it would take for me to join one of the dead here. I must say the view from this tree is very lovely. You can almost see the whole grounds from here. " I hate to say it, but sometimes I get very sarcastic and I don't quite know how to stop it. It has caused me more problems then one in my past. I gave the man a smirk as he pause to consider my response.

The next thing I know the man had doubled over. He was laughing so hard he was holding his stomach and fell to the ground shaking and rolling around. I didn't think it was that funny but then what do I know. While he was trying to get himself under control, I reached out to see if I could trust him. It didn't feel malevolent or malicious at all and my necklace wasn't giving off it's warning that it normally does when something bad happens. I decided to give this man a chance to see if he would help patch me up and figure out where I am. I have to admit his laughter is contagious and I couldn't help but smile little bit as he was crying and giggling.

"Hehehe~ I am impressed that you have enough sense to still joke around like that, love. From the amount of blood it looks like that you've lost I am surprised that you can still think clearly at all. Would you mind if I offered you my services to get you taking care of? My shop is just a little bit a ways from here." The man still had an occasional fit of giggles as he asked me this. He was sitting up from where he had collapsed beside his shovel and was grinning at me crookedly. I gave the man another pain filled smirk as I gave him my answer. "I usually ask a man's name before I agreed to go home with him. However, considering the circumstances, I think I will agree with your offer. I'm not sure how well you can see my injuries, but I can't walk. I don't even think I can put weight on my left leg at all. I will wait here if you would like to go get some assistance to get me to wherever you're going. " I gestured at my whole body as how severe my wounds were. I pulled my backpack closer to me and put it over my right shoulder. Thankfully the marks on my back were just flow enough so where my bag didn't disturb them. By this point even the slightest amount of movement hurt a lot. And I'm surprised I didn't pass out with that last attempt.

The silver haired man stop smiling for just a second and gave me a hard look, or at least I thought he gave me a hard look I really couldn't tell. With his hair covering his eyes, I had a hard time reading his expression. He leaned closer to me to get a better look at me. One black clawed hand reached out to gently touch my leg to examine it.

Normally when somebody touches me, I can sense their emotions. But when this man touch me, it was like his emotions had been suppressed. I don't know that's because I was so dizzy from the blood loss or what so I put it out of my mind to think about it later.

"If I leave you to go get something to transfer it to my shop, I might come back to have to make you beautiful for your funeral.~ As of right now you have already paid for my services to assist you. I guess it can't be helped. " He gently set my leg down and stood up dusting the dirt off of his robes. He picked up a shovel and grabbed my bag and put it on his back. I gave them a confused look as he rearranged everything so that his arms were free. He held out one hand to me with that crooked grin back on his face.

I'll Looked at his hand for a few seconds before I turn my attention back to his face. I gave the man the smile of my own and I told him, "Like I said before. I usually ask a man's name before I go to his home. "

He gave me another round of giggles as I took his hand. He helped me stand up, and as soon as I was vertical I felt another wave of dizziness rush over me. on my good leg as I tried to regain my equilibrium. The dark robed man supported me while I took a moment to observe that he was about a foot taller than my meager 5'5" frame. I swayed is I realized I wasn't going to regain my balance, but before I could collapse back on the ground, the man swept me up into his arms.

"Let it never be said that I would ever refuse a lady's request. The only name I have is Undertaker." He gave me an even wider smile. I think he was trying to unnerve me as she told me this. He seems like the kind of guy that gets his amusement from other people's discomfort. I put my good arm around his shoulders to give him a little support caring my weight. He turned on his heel and started to walk towards an opening that I had not noticed before.

"Undertaker, huh? Well, I suppose it is only fair that I give you my name since you gave me yours. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Undertaker. My name is Cal. " I shut my eyes and leaned against his chest as he walked down the cobblestone streets. For just a moment, I had to admire his strength. I know I'm not the heaviest girl in the world, but I think it is impressive that he's able to carry me like this. I am ashamed to say that I kinda swooned over it.

"The pleasure is all mine, love. Now I know you must be exhausted, but I'm afraid I must ask you not to go to sleep. We will be at my shop soon, and I can take a good look at you and see what I need to do to fix you up." I force my eyes back open but I didn't have the strength to raise my head off of his chest. I struggled to give him a nod at this point. I think all of the adrenaline that I had had finally worn off, and I really was tired.

I wasn't sure how long he walked, but before I was aware of it we had arrived at this dark shop. He had to juggle me around just a little bit, but he was able to get the door open and walked inside. It was so dark inside that I couldn't see it all, but Undertaker was able to maneuver his way around until he set me down on something hard.

I heard the songs from my backpack landing on the floor and the shovel being propped up against the wall before Undertaker struck a match and let a few lanterns around us. I looked around the shop and realized I was in a morgue, but that really didn't surprise me considering that this man's name was Undertaker. There were coffins, dust, and cobwebs everywhere. The shop seem to suit the man in my opinion.

Undertaker walked over to me with a tray that had bandages, needles, thread, what look like a scalpel, scissors, and a cloth. He had already set a basin of hot water next to me while I was observing the shop.

"Now, love, let's see what we can do to make you better.~"