Chapter 3 A Book of Poisons

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Undertaker watched Grell sleep, watching for any signs of distress. Grell slept peacefully for the most part, moaning every once in a while as some part of him ached. He was still running a fever, a fact that displeased Undertaker.

The silver haired Reaper dipped the cloth back into the water filled bowl, and wringed out some of the moisture, leaving it damp. He wiped Grell's forehead and then left the rag resting there, cooling him off. Undertaker scanned him over for a few more moments before getting up and stretching.

He glanced at Grell one more time as he left, pain racing through his heart. 'He shouldn't be suffering… that bright, beautiful fire in his eyes….' Undertaker's hand clenched around the doorframe, his long dark nails biting into the wood. 'I'll protect you no matter what… the fire will never leave your eyes.'

He walked out of the room and back into the front room, his eyes automatically going to the shattered beaker and tea puddle. He stared at the place for few seconds, a frown crossing his features. 'Why do I keep thinking about that…?'

He sighed and turned away from the mess, walking over to a shelf on the other side of the room. Books from all over the ages resided here, from stories of love and tragedy to books about Grim Reaper myths. Undertaker had long ago read all these books and had, at one point, known them by heart… But, with time and loss, he had long since forgotten the worlds of wonder they had held.

Undertaker stood there, debating on whether to read one aloud to Grell or not when his mind started to wander. He started to remember long forgotten things, long forgotten moments. The moments that he should have cherished, the moments he lived in perfect harmony with his beloved…

His frown deepens and tears prick at his eyes as he remembered pain and agony. He remembered a sweet voice and others mixed in with it. He remembered thousands of different eyes, all of them sparkling like the stars at night, their loving gleams focused on him.

He lowered his head and shut his eyes tight, allowing a few tears to slip out. He placed his head in his hands and fell into a crouch, his grief controlling his actions as his thoughts began to wander once more. Self-hatred began to course through his body as he realized that he had forgotten so much about his past.

He whimpered and growled softly as he realized that he acted without reason, that he had committed so many crimes of pure evil without pure reason. 'Does it really take that little? Does my hatred really run that deep?' He began to question himself, his confusion and frustration failing to fade.

He slowly lowered his hands and wrapped his arms about himself, his cheeks slightly wet from his tears. His mind wandered further, depression and weakness beginning to seep into his limbs as he thought about Grell. Fear clenched his heart as he thought about losing Grell, just like how he had lost them.

The tears threatened to fall once more, sensing rather than knowing that he might not be able to save Grell. He really did care about that red head… more then he'd rather admit. But, love for those around him had always been his weakness… the reason for the evil in his heart… nothing could change who he had become, nothing ever could…

He weakly stood from the crouch, stretching his muscles. He wiped his cheeks with his sleeves gently, cleaning them of the salty residue of his tears. He licked his slightly chapped lips and fixated his attention back on the shelf, forcing the memories of warm firelight and tender kisses away.

His eyes stopped scanning as his gaze came to rest on a book, which had been plainly named 'Book of Poisons'. He tilted his head curiously, not remembering having read it and gently pulled it from the shelf and examined it further.

The tome was clearly ancient, covered in cobwebs and dust. But, Undertaker could clearly make out gold letters saying 'Book of Poisons' and yellowed pages.

He moved away from the shelf and picked up the duster that had still been lying on the floor. He carefully cleaned most of the dust and cobwebs away, allowing his to fully examine it. He began to open it when he heard a moan from the backroom.

He quickly set the book and feather duster down, and straitened his robes, hoping his cheeks weren't red from his crying. He sighed and finished cleaning himself up and walked to the backroom entrance, grief still in his heart.

He walked in, surprised to find Grell sitting up in bed, his eyes glassy.


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