A/N: in this chapter I will show you how I truly feel Madison and Undertaker would react to each other. I also feel this chapter is especially uninspired compared the previous one. Sorry about that, and I hope you enjoy it anyway. I also intend to keep Undertaker's intentions hidden (muahaha)

Madison left her bed, finally. She didn't know where she would go nor do. She went to their makeshift "kitchen." Where there was a small stove, charcoal oven, a sink and cub boards full of beakers and random snacks and foods. She didn't eat often, and it did little for her. Honestly, it was habit at this point, and at times it was just to taste something, to feel somewhat human.

She made herself porridge or oatmeal, she didn't really care the difference. She moved to leave the petty kitchen when she bumped into her captor.

She didn't really bump into him. She stopped dead in her step before the hair of her noise touched his chest. Truly, her reactions were fast and she's have to be very distracted to not catch herself. She looked down at the warm bowl in her hands-it was barely touching the robes of his stomach. She frowned.

"Up so early?" He grinned.

"Evidently so." Madison said and side stepped past him, still not making eye contact with the reaper. She moved swiftly, keeping her eyes uninterested and distant. No more, she repeated to herself.

"Oh my, so cold today," Undertaker said. Madison sighed before entering her room. She didn't mean to be so kind to him in the beginning, but she did not value herself then as she does now. She let herself become bothered by his bickering and suggestive touches.

She embarrassed, thinking about it.

Shw nearly closed the door behind her, when Undertaker reached out a hand. His nails crept around the door, and kept it open. His head poking through.

"What is it?" Madison asked.

"Smile for me, darling," Undertaker said. He knew this comment would bother her, make her blush, make her smile, get a reaction. It had before, many times. So easily disturbed my such small things, he honestly expected much more from the demoness. He remembered her so stoic before, when they first met, but now she was a teenage child so easily embarrassed by the mention of sex or a suggestive touch. It has been fun, amusing, but he did expect more of a resistance. He expected it to take longer for her to warm up to him. This comment would surely shake her.

Madison gave him her best smirk and raised her hand to her chin as if to showcase such a nicely executed grim. How kind she is to show him, how domestic. The smile meant nothing to her. "Is this as you wished, Master?" Her smirk grew and her hand ghosted her throat. Undertaker frowned.

"Are you not pleased?" She asked with sarcastic concern. "Did I disappoint my captor?" She let the word slip, she wanted him to know where they now stood. She was no longer his servant, someone to serve, but a slave soon to escape by her own means. Soon.

Undertaker was surely taken aback. What has happened to change her? She was so cold and witty, like her first met her. She was acting like that butler she was so attached to. She was...acting like herself,

Wasn't she? Well, then. He truly is surprised. This girl acts in reverse. She first acts somewhat warm and charming. Now she is like a gorgeous snake, with a fast, honey soaked tongue. This is her true nature, indeed and he is glad that it is finally shown. They are equal now, and in a way, this is better than their pet-master game the days before.

"Not at all. In fact, I am pleased." Undertakers grin grew now. Madison frowned.

"Enjoy your breakfast," he said with a wave and left the room.

"Damn." Madison shut the door quietly, so as not to show her frustration and stood in the darkness of her room.

She wanted to show she had at least some sort of upper hand. She knew the contract bound her body ro him, but not her will. And it seems that no matter how she acts she'll get his way. However, he never addressed why he was pleased. What did he want from her? He knew what she wanted but his intentions weren't so clear. Maybe he was just bored and wanted a toy.

Madison smirked at the thought. If that was the case, she give him a hell of a ride.

Madison finished her flavorless oatmeal, porridge whatever it was it would sustain her well enough. The morning she felt the effects of hunger, a deep hunger that came from her soul and being. It was the taste for human souls, which undertaker promised.

A while after their little chat, she left to find him and inquire about his end of the deal they'd made. She searched all over his little "home," but found nothing of him. His little workshop for his "machine" was a complete mess, but empty.

She sighed in frustration. Undertaker had a little habit of leaving randomly and for no reason or warning. How annoying.

The hunger began to tug at her harder. It was desperate for something to fill it. Madison has been surprised by how little she's felt his starvation since the contract was made, as if she's been fed but very little, just enough to sustain her barely. Madison analyzed her situation. Undertaker couldn't have fed her without her knowing, she's hardly slept since she's been here.

Madison began to become suspicious of Undertaker's intentions. He said he liked her, but who stabs someone in effort to get their attention? She knew that there was no logical or rather innocent intention in keeping her alive and in his home. He didn't seem to want her sexually, nor did he need her company. Their conversations never lasted long, so she offered him no stimulating society. The only intention that came to mind was abuse. He wanted to see her squirm, and not in an endearing way.

Her hunger began to tug at her bones it was becoming increasingly worse, walking was becoming difficult. Madison was concerned by how quickly this hunger fell upon her. Her demonic half must be very gluttonous and impatient.

She waited in the lobby of his "shop." She sat cross-legged in dim lighting. She waited for hours, half the day she thinks, and when he still didn't return she began to get angry. If he held her here against her will than maybe he's have the decency be here. What was the point of keeping her alive if he did nothing with her? How sloppy and rude, she wanted to tear his throat out. It made no sense. His illogical nature annoyed her to no end. Her anger joined the hunger. It tugged at her brain and mind. She needed something to rip. And Undertaker was gone.

This rage was a mindless one, it was not complex nor profound. She just felt blind lust to tear open Undertaker and steal his soul, bathe in it before consuming it.

She sat there impatient angry and hungry. As soon as he stepped through the door she would rip his limbs off.

Madison had never felt such blind rage and impatience for blood since Madam Red died and all she wanted was to get her teeth on Grell's throat, tear out his jugular, and vocal chords so he could never again utter an agonizing syllable. The thought of Grell and the events of that night mad her even more angry. At this point Undertaker and Grell are equal abominations. To end them would be a gift to her and the world. How pleased Sebastian would be to find out they were dead. A gift indeed.

If only Undertaker would FUCKING come back and she could take out all her anger on him. How rude for him to be gone. WHAT DOES HE WANT WITH HER?! What is the fucking point for having her here? He's just wasting her time at this point. How FUCKING rude.

Madison twitched in her seat. She was nearly uncontrollable. Any second and she would rip the door off its henges and find hag bloody Undertaker.

And then there was string of hunger pushed her over the edge. It added a depth of desperation in the mix. She needed to find him so he would feed her and then she'd kill him. Yeah. That's a good idea. Isn't it? An idea I mean.

Madison chuckled to herself. How unsightly she's acting. Sebastian would be so ashamed of her lack of composure.

Madison leapt from her seat and crashed through the door before tumbling on the cobblestone floor outside. Her vision began to blur and her limbs were shaking. The sudden and immense movement was too much from her starving body.

She remembered little before an unconscious body was put in front of her. Male or female child or adult she did not know, but in her nearly unconscious state her demon side took over. Blackness surround her body and enveloped her. Her nails turned frostbite black and lengthened. The black eased spread over her arms and legs like a virus, it moved in her veins and nearly reached her shoulders. Her hand felt part of the shadows that were now surrounding her, and also the shadows that naturally lived there. She felt demonic and she felt formed from hell and earth. Her eyes turned black as her nails. Her hair became a part of the night, turning into tendrils of black smoke or shadow. She felt no control of her actions or mind. All she felt was hunger and the need to kill. Gluttony and wrath. It overwhelmed her still-human mind.

When she enveloped the poor soul before her, she couldn't move fast enough.

As she consumed her meal, she couldn't help but feel like she's fallen into something of a midnight abyss, but it felt like falling into a blanket. A sinful, corrupted blanket. A blanket where she wasn't hungry anymore.

She woke up in a bed that wasn't hers.

She recognized it as Undertaker's. She sat up immediately, remembering her feelings before she feel unconscious. She felt the anger again, but this anger was more human and tame. She took a moment to look around her, and saw she wasn't alone.

"You're awake," he grinned.

"Yes."

"You've been asleep awhile."

"How long?" Madison asked. She looked down and noticed she's not in the clothes she fell asleep in. She felt nauseous at the thought of Undertaker touching her in such a sensual way and without her consent. Her fists balled up.

"A day or so," he said nonchalantly. "I don't keep track of human time so well. Nor do I care to do it anyway."

Madison breathed out, a day or so he says. Not as bad as she expected. A day or so could be 18 hours or 24. Not enough time for her to starve again, or him to convince himself to do something to her. She hopes.

"You were very hungry weren't you? Near starved, you didn't even hesitate to consume the young man," Undertaker said smiling. He was hoping for a reaction out of her. He knew how much her demon side bothered her, and her reluctancy to consume souls.

Madison's face showed no sign of disturbance.

"A young man? He tasted like an old sinner," she lied and licked her lips. Undertaker frowned. She grinned.

"Where were you?" She asked, but before she knew it he was on the bed pinning her down by her throat. She had enough time to react and reach for his neck as well as stop his other hand from pinning her arms down.

He didn't choke her but he held her firm. She was surprised by her new strength. She assumed it came from her feeding last night.

"Get off me," she demanded. She attempted to push him away from her but he stayed firm. His strength surprised her.

He removed her hold on his arm and throat pinned her arms behind her. Madison forgot her legs under the covers. She was careful not to move while he was on guard. She'll kick him off her when he's calmed.

She took this moment to look at his face. He seemed very annoyed with her, perhaps angry. She's never seen him angry before, this is very interesting. She grinned, feeling like she's had the upper hand. She's gotten to him finally.

"You should be grateful I fed you, deary, saved your life, remember?" He grinned half heartedly. His grip on her wrists and throat tightened. Madison gasped. She had to get him to calm or else she'll never get off him.

She decided to play him, humor him.

"I-I'm sorry," she said looking him like a kitten. She made sure to make it look genuine. Undertaker looked at her cautiously.

"Are you?" He said tightening his grip.

"Y-yes," she choked out. Undertaker remained silent. His grip softened, however.

"I just couldn't contain myself, or my hunger. I hope you understand," Madison said

"I will always provide you with what you need," Undertaker said, grinning slightly. "You must trust me, I am your master, deary."

"I can't trust you until you trust me," Madison said looking at the hand on her throat. Undertaker grinned.

"That's not how it works, you know? I am your master and you are my play thing until I am bored of you."

He leaned closer to her, his face mere inches away from her face. His hair fell on her cheeks and tickled her skin there. He was so close she could feel the heat coming from his skin. It wasn't until this moment she understood the suggestive position they were in. His intentions seemed to change now, they became more understandable.

"Think of only me," he said, his bright green eyes now showing. He was looking so intently at her. The emotion was lost and unreadable to her, all she could think about was how close they were.

She held her breath or else she'd suggest something. She didn't want him to do anything to her or encourage this behavior lest it'll happen again.

"Miss Madison, you will repeat: 'you are my master,'" he said, his grip tightening again. Madison breathed out in anger. She was pissed now.

"Won't you say it, Miss Madison?" He smirked. Bastard.

Madison forgot their position and her earlier plan. She kneed him through the covers and he fell to the side. She rushed to the door and attempted to leave. Before she escape, a scythe was at her throat ready to slice her head off by the time her hand ghosted the door knob.

"Where are you going, Miss Madison?" He said grinning.