Lydia was faintly aware of Undertaker holding her. She was in shock that him, of all people, was a reaper. Something that she despised. Was he working for the dispatch? Was he waiting for her to become weak to take her in?
He brought her into the shop, her eyes adjusting to them dim darkness. She kept fading in and out of consciousness. She was faintly aware of clanking of bottles and him humming casually, like some bad horror movie. He soon set her on a cold table, though it was barely felt. She felt searing pain in her abdomen and she screamed out, or at least attempted to, but her voice came out in squeaks. Her vocal cords had been crushed.
"Oooh~ Got yourself in a nasty tangle you did...I'll stitch you right right uuuuup." He sang. Lydia's eyes widened, her pupils enlarging. She was not for that idea. She lifted her hand to swat him away as if he were a fly but she didn't do any damage at all. Her reaper blood was trying to heal but some added assistance was needed.
"Stop strugglin' dear, you don't want to mess with th' stitches." He warned, before pinning her arm against the table. She felt the first needle penetrate her skin and she screamed, but once again it came in squeaks. She was too weak to fight him off. And he was only trying to help. But every needle was so incredibly painful. She couldn't believe she was almost killed.
She soon felt something wedge in between her teeth. She bit into it on reflex. She realized it was a towel. "Somethin' to bite on if it gets too muuuuch~." He said quickly as he continued on with her arm. And to think, he had to stitch the entirety of her body. Her eyes widened as the thought she would be need to nude to finish the others off.
Undertaker was thinking to himself, wondering how in the world she survived such a horrible event. Only a few seconds longer she would had been dead. And he would had to have prettied her up for her gala. The poor dear was forever disfigured. Her face was going to have stitches like his. However, hers went straight across her face, and another seemed to have cut into her eyelid, eyebrow, and eyeball. The eyeball could not be stitched. But it would heal anyways. The worst of the scars was the sides of her mouth, which had been slit, like a ripped doll.
He soon finished with her arm. It was neatly stitched. He then grabbed her other arm, which looked broken. He knew her reaper blood would snap them back into place. It was just a matter of time. Lydia squeaked out again in pain. He never saw a reaper so reactive to pain. But she was just a reaperling.
Lydia then spat out the rag. Who knows what was on it? "W-who-" Undertaker quickly hushed her, putting his fingers to his mouth. She was trying her hardest to speak. But her voice was squeaking. He knew her vocal cords would heal soon as well. But Lydia was fussing about it not healing faster.
Lydia was very ticked off that all she could do was lay there. But how long would it take for her to fully heal. Reaper's healed fairly fast depending on their maturity. But Lydia was just a baby compared to everyone else.
As time went on. He had pretty much had covered her limbs. But now came her neck, face and torso...To her shock and dismay he grabbed her clothes, shredding them off her torso with a loud ripping sound, exposing her under-garments. Her clothing was pretty much shredded anyways from the records. But he didn't have to rub it in her face. With a hiss, she brought up her leg, attempting to kick him. "H-HENTAI-"
Undertaker had caught her leg, bringing it back down on the table with firmness. His eyes glowed bright, showing an almost ominous threat to them. "Don't want t' mess up the stitchin' do you?" He asked, that stupid grin on his face. She was half naked for Christ sake! Forget her pain! She was almost NUDE!
"S-Stop!" She attempted to speak, but it was futile, for he continued his work, trying to stitch her face. Which was proving difficult. She kept flinching away from him, blood continued to drip down her face. Finally, Undertaker grabbed her chin, forcing her to stop moving. But what finally made her stop, was when Undertaker tilted his head, revealing a tiny peek at his devastating eyes.
Lydia's eyes widened. She had no idea just how more experienced he was as a reaper. His bright eyes were the only thing lighting up the darkness of the room. The classic Chartreuse phosphorescence...He was definitely a reaper. A choked gasp escaped her as he inserted the needle into the end of the right side her mouth. The bastard had distracted her.
She was glared at his face as he continued his work. Instead of feeling pain, it was a numbed sensation. It just made her more angry... "Y-You...y-you b-bastard." She spat with murderous venom. Undertaker just smirked in response. Lydia simply did not understand the danger she was in.
Sure, she was alright for now. But he couldn't risk her losing anymore blood. She could have gone into a shock mode or a coma state. And only by sharing blood with another reaper could help her out. He was soon done with the slits across the corners of her mouth. He then began to stitch the scar across her face.
Lydia watched with fake interest. He seemed to know how to stitch pretty damn well. Came with being an Undertaker...He was soon finished with the wound, and lastly stitched her eyebrow. Though seeing the needle up close was pretty damn frightening.
His hidden eyes then traveled down her torso, and Lydia narrowed her eyes, daring him to touch her inappropriately. Daring him to try it. She wouldn't let him touch her wrongly, not without blood being drawn.
"..."
"..."
After a tense moment, he finally retreated from her. His back straightening softly. He opted to let her heal naturally there. He tossed the needle into a bowl of water. The blood swirling around in the water. Lydia continued to have her eyes narrowed at him, watching him move around. She didn't trust him at the moment. Not after finding out he was a reaper.
"I expect a full recovery from yah." He said finally, washing his hands with a rag, blood was seeping into it. So her wounds were pretty bad...Lydia just huffed, her eyes looking off to the side. "Theres no way I'd die from this anyways." She replied, finally having a voice. Though it sounded forced.
"Now, dear Lydia. Next time you rush into reapin', do not go without my presence. You are just a reaperlin' and not to be doin' this alone." He warned her, making her growl through her teeth. "I k-know what I am doing." She spat.
That made Undertaker giggle and turn to face her. "Says the one who committed th' reaper death scream." He said with a rather scolding tone to him. Lydia glared, her stitch eye twitching uncomfortably. She could barely see out of her injured eye. But it was starting to heal.
"Now, lets get you cleaned up. A sponge bath is in order." He sang to himself. Lydia knew she couldn't take a bath because her moving would pop a stitch. Oh great, her insane multician was going to bath her. Now he really was perverted.
Lydia's voice squeaked as she felt a cold sponge on her arm. For a reaper, he was being fairly gentle as he wiped her arm down. Lydia was still upset and pissed of course. But she was facing a dilemma, pop the stitches, fight him, bleed some more, redo the stitches and do this shit all over again. Or just let him do what he needed to do to help her heal?
She let out a huff, letting him wash her, but letting out warning growls every time he got too close to her private areas. She was rather pissed off at how he had not be honest with her. But of course, she did not ask. And stupidly missed all the signs.
"You're a reaper …...W-Why are you not reporting me to dispatch. I'm right h-here.." She glared, daring him to take her in. She was weakened, ready to be incarcerated by dispatch.
"Lucky for you, my dear Lydia. I am retired. And 'ave been for a while now." He said simply, turning around and grabbing a jar off the shelf of a empty bookcase. His hair and liripipe swaying delicately around. Lydia narrowed her eyes. How could he be retired if he had a scythe to cut the record strands from killing her?
"You still have a scythe. You're not retired." She growled, spitting out some blood. It hurt to move her mouth since the corners had been slit. That just made Undertaker smirk, opening the jar, revealing cookies. Lydia narrowed her eyes, but before she could protest he shoved the cookie in her mouth. She bit into it with a loud crunch, not exactly pleased.
"I'm like you m' dear. If you cared to understand." He said with a shrug, eating a cookie himself. Lydia really didn't want to understand. He was a pervert, an ass. And he purposely waited longer before rescuing her. "Baka...You're nothing like me." She growled.
"Name callin' isn't going to get you anywheeeeeere dear one." He said simply, a grin was visible behind the cookie. "And for your information, we are very alike." He said, leaning back and crossing his legs. "You're runnin' from the law luv. Just as I am." He said simply, munching loudly on biscuits.
"..." A look of utter amazement came over her features, though her stitched eye was still twitching. "You are...A rogue?" She asked, feeling her body tingle in slight shock.
"Technically, no. I do not have the "Reaper Rogue Relapse" as you do, dear Lydia. I simply retired, but took my scythe with me. T'was very hard to part with such a lovely weapon, since we had been together so long." He looked thoughtful then, his hidden eyes staring up at the ceiling.
This got Lydia thinking, why would he retire and become an Undertaker? And what was this reaper's name?...Her eyes blinked slowly, her eyes snapping open. She remembered something. Was this?...She turned her head to stare at him, eyes narrowing. She remembered seeing something...
.../\/\/\...
"And here is the reaper's library. Filled with every memory of the human race." William Spears spoke plainly as the group of young reaperlings entered inside. Lydia stared in wonder at the incredible size of the reaper library. It was impossible to tell how far back it went. She looked over the railing, staring down below at the levels. It went down so far it was impossible to count. "And here we have a tribute to our most famous reapers. Do not touch. You will be held responsible to any damage." He said, making Lydia sigh. He was such a stiff...
But now Lydia was taking interests in the statues, but one stood out. A statue of a slim man with long hair and with a giant death scythe. His cloak seeming to billow around him. "I have just one question, Spears-Senpai. What was this man's achievement?" She asked very, very carefully. William eyed her for a moment, as though unsure whether to answer. "Here is a man who is famous for reaping the most famous humans to date such as, Robin hood, And Marie Antoinette. Which he sent her to hell. He outranks us all in skill..." Lydia stared in wonder. "He certainty was a cute man." Lydia said with sincerity, earning a glare from William. Lydia looked sheepish then.
…/\/\/\...
"You...Y-You..." Her eyes widened in shock. "Holy shit...Y-You're him..." She stammered. Undertaker tilted his head, the cookie still halfway out of his mouth. He didn't have to ask what she was talking about.
"Theres a statue of you in the Reaper's Library! It's you! It has to be!" She exclaimed, wishing she could sit up.
Undertaker soon killed the biscuit and sat up. "They still got tha' old thing in there? I thought they would have stored it away after my leave." He said, a grin on his face. Lydia just stared at him. To think he was the reaper who judged two famous people...He certainly didn't seem the same.
"Now, down to business. It will take you a bit to recover, tha' leaves me in charge of carin' for you in the meantime." He said with a grin. Lydia glared again at him, not liking this. She wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.
"I'm fine. Let me rest." Lydia forced out, but he shook his head. Lydia needed food, water. It made reapers heal much faster and renew energy.
She was briefly aware of him leaving the room, his boots thumping against the floor. Good, some time to herself. So, she was in a funeral home, with a retired reaper, who was borderline insane, who would be nursing her back to health. Great! What else would happen?
…/\/\/\...
"We've seriously had to get a tighter hold on security. The vampire just waltz past us without even being noticed?! Impossible!" Squeaked Grell.
"The vampire is far more advanced then us all in skill. Vampires of her kind can enter and leave dimensions in a blink of an eye. Even time shift." William said, pushing his glasses up on his nose. Grell suddenly looked worried. "So that means..."
"She can enter here at any time." He said, lenses flashing. "So we must be on guard." He said sternly. Suddenly, a low snicker caught their attention. But when they looked, no one was there. Grell suddenly got a bit spooked, clinging to William. So the vampire was still in the void somewhere, just watching.
William was less then concerned. The vampire had clear intention of something. Not to kill anyone, but get something of importance and be on her way. He clearly was not wanting to fight in the reaper library as well. One mistake and books would become damaged...Souls could perish.
…./\/\/\...
Lydia was growing more and more annoyed as Undertaker did his work around her, her body still on the cold table. His humming was getting to her now. "Tanoshi, Tanoshi. Eight, nine..." His fingers ran over some books he had labeled with numbers.
What finally set her off, was the fact Undertaker was leaning over, grabbing something from the lower shelf, his rump now in her face. "I'm going to stab your ass with my arrow if you don't stop." She seethed, eye twitching.
But that only made Undertaker snicker and stand up straight. Nothing ever seemed to anger him. In fact it only humored him.
This was going to be a long day for Lydia. There was no way she was going to be able to rest being on a cold table. It was nearly morning after all. Before she could even voice her plea, he had picked her up bridle style. She blinked, looking up at him. He paid no attention to her, simply carrying her out of the room and through the home.
She felt less pain, which was a wonderful relief. And now she could feel his actual touch. Beforehand she had been numbed. She still ached however.
He soon set her in bed, pulling the blankets over her. She glanced at him, before retaining focus on the ceiling. "Thank you." She mumbled quietly, feeling her body start to relax. The air was nice up here...
Undertaker shrugged his shoulders, his arms to his chest. That goofy grin back on his face. "Get some rest, luv. We'll see how you'll look in the mornin'..." He said, shuffling out of the room.
Thats right, once she had healed, she would see the extent of the damage done to her body...
Her eyes remained focused on the ceiling, she could see fine now. Her vision was healed. Her eyebrow continued to twitch however. No doubt a muscle was spasming.
She flexed her fingers, feeling the healing skin stretch and burn. She regretted her job. She regretted helping the dying man...She could have died. No wonder reaperlings could not go alone...
Her eyes began to shut, and before she knew it, she was out like a light. She would heal faster now. Hopefully the damage was not that horrible.
…/\/\/\...
"Hurry! Catch her!" Screamed Grell as he leaped from railing to railing the reaper library, catching the familiar figure of Aurora. Ronald tried his hardest to keep up. if Only William had not taken a day off.
"SUCH A WOOOOOONDERFUL GAME THIS IIIIS!" She cackled with delight, jumping from the railing to railing until she was at the top leaning over. Grell was inches away from slicing her. She suddenly fell back, pretending it was a mistake she flailed her arms. "OH SHIT- WOOO HO HOOOOOO! GEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOONIIIIMOOOOOOOOO!", She fell into the seemingly never ending levels below. Her voiced echoed forever on the further she went down.
Grell and Ronald stared in disbelief as they peered over the railing. Grell was sweating, She kept falling and falling...She was a mad vampire. Just what did she want? She was a pest. They needed to get rid of her.
Aurora then flipped in the air, her body slowing down as she was nearing the bottom of the levels. The file room of every reaper... With every important document of them.
She began to walk the halls, her nose sniffing. Her eyes began to glow. She was close. Close to finding Lydia's belongings. "Do do...Dah dum do..." She mumbled, opening a cabinet and flipping through papers. "Oooooh~ here we are..."
She had discovered Lydia's documents. She pulled out a yellow envelope, opening it carefully, a music device fell from it's contents into her hand. Along with ear buds. "Oh~ There you are..." She grinned, putting the device into her pocket and folding up the document and putting it safely in her cloak.
REEEEVE SPLIIIIICE
Her head slowly turned downwards, seeing that a chainsaw was now sticking out from her stomach. Instead of being alarmed, she slowly turned her head, seeing Grell Sutcliff behind her.
"GOTCHA!" He squealed in happiness.
But soon, a look of pain came across his face, some type of electric shock was going through him. Aurora smirked, a forceful amount of energy sent Grell flying back into Ronald. Aurora then turned around, her hand reaching behind her and pulling the chainsaw out of her body.
Aurora then pouted, looking down at the mess. She then started to undo her cloak, unbuttoning it. She shedded it off, revealing a strange steam punkish corset device wrapped around her. It was emitting sparks and bright lights. Wires stuck out everywhere. "Aw...You ruined it...This was my favorite..." Aurora was fond of steampunk, and always dressed it.
Aurora then sighed, putting her cloak back on. She would fix it later. She loved that damn thing. "Now...I can't just simply leave without damaging something of yours...Karma and all that...So..." She then reached into the back of her collar, pulling out the handle of her death scythe. She grinned maliciously.
"Who will be the hunted rabbit?"
She suddenly made a giant death scythe appear, it was decorated with bones, a skull, rib cage, a curved blade. The weapon was bigger then her... Several screams were soon heard all through the library. Along with a maniacal laughter.
…/\/\/\...
Undertaker was downstairs, cleaning up the mess that had been left behind on the table Lydia had laid on. He had witnessed several messy reapings. But he was more then surprised when Lydia survived. She was a tough reaper...
As he was wiping down the table, he paused, hidden eyes narrowing. He could sense something...His head turned toward the ceiling, of course nothing was there, but something was upstairs with Lydia...
He casually stopped what he was doing and quietly headed upstairs, his boots barely making any sounds now. He was like a ghost in the void.
He came to his bedroom door, pushing it slightly. Lydia was asleep still in her bed, but a figure was standing over her. It was incredibly dark, but Undertaker could see the figure clearly.
The figure had it's hands hovering over Lydia's chest, a yellow glow emanating from them...
The figure slowly looked up, glowing red eyes appearing. It was the same woman from on the roof. Undertaker knew what she was doing, and just decided to watch. She was healing Lydia. She appeared to not mean any harm against them. And seemed to be looking out for Lydia's best interest.
He watched in interest as Lydia's skin healed rapidly, the swollen skin dying down and turning pale. "Shes just a child to me...I know, that you know, what she really is...Undertaker." She said calmly and quietly to him, her mouth not smirking, or doing anything. In fact it was a straight line. She didn't seem amused at all.
Undertaker said nothing, of course. He never gave much reaction. Aurora then opened Lydia's hand, placing the music device from before into her hand and closing her fingers around it. She then slowly approached Undertaker, reaching into her cloak. Undertaker didn't react still, knowing he had fast reflexes.
He was less then amused when she pulled out a large yellow envelope containing Lydia's records. "I believe you should have a look at this. Unless you want me to read it." She spoke in a dark tone.
Undertaker simply took the parcel, quietly opening it with his delicate fingers. He then looked up, only to see Aurora was not there. He wasn't surprised. He knew how powerful she was. She was quite the odd one...
Undertaker then turned on his heels, leaving the room and shutting the door quietly. He had paperwork to look at. Oh to be young again.
His mouth was barely moving as he read out the contents of the first report of Lydia Dosset, about how she first appeared in the reaper realm. How she got along with pretty much anyone. Then it went on to explain Her fears, concerns, pains...It also explained her treatments at the dispatch, then her studies.
"My my, we aaaaare a stubborn one..." He realized, seeing Lydia never missed classes or her essays. She was quite the bookworm. It explained how no matter what they recommended for her job, she refused, wanting to be in the field with the male reapers.
Females were only mainly allowed to do paperwork and sort. He rarely encountered females on duty. Even as something as advanced as the reaper race were still full of sexism and prejudiced. Females were only seen behind counters, in offices. Or just staying at home tending to offspring.
Yet it seemed Lydia had surpassed all her classes, and she had more advanced sight then the rest. The Double R reapers usually had this. Rogue Reaper Relapse... Their enhanced sight was a mystery...
It showed several other pages, explaining her usual behavior and strengths against other reapers. It mentioned Eliot. And how they seemed to fight all the time. Though Eliot started it, and Lydia ended it.
A snicker escaped his mouth. Lydia had some spitfire when she was truly angry.
When he pulled out the last page, he paused, his mouth forming into a straight line. Now he knew why the vampire brought it to him. But it also made him ever more curious.
"The Thorns Of Death..." His voice had lowered into that dark pitch. It was incredibly rare to have such a disease. And for a Double R reaper to have such a disease...
This meant he would have to push her after this event to reap more. But very subtle. And no give hints to this disease. It seemed Lydia wouldn't want to reap after hearing such news. She wanted to reap to help humans in their last moments of life.
Now it seemed this vampire was pushing him to move faster for her. It was like The vampire was almost controlling him...Of course he always had his own intentions to assist the reaperling. She showed some promise. She was useful...
He suddenly looked up, hearing a creek. There was the vampire woman again, sitting in his chair in his shop, her legs up on the table. Her boots visible to him. Now he was suspicious. She had his boots...
"Now...Lets have a chat, shall we?" Asked Aurora, her eyes glowing brightly. A candle next to her then caught fire, illuminating the darkness. Her fangs visible in the candlelight.
Upstairs, Lydia grunted. It was morning already? She opened her eyes slowly. She felt incredibly good, like she got the most wonderful sleep in years. She had healed already?
She slowly turned her head. She could feel something in her hand. She slowly lifted her hand up, turning her wrist to reveal her music device she left behind at dispatch. Along with her purple earbuds.
She blinked a few times, before opening her eyes wide. "W-what?!" How did it get there? Someone brought it to her? Who brought it to her? Undertaker? No, he wouldn't have done that...
She lifted her other hand, carefully pushing buttons on the device, only to see the screen flash. When she entered the data files on her device, she was surprised to see extra files that weren't put there before. A file folder labeled, Aurora: Allons-y!
So it was Aurora. She came back while she was asleep? She had gone to the trouble of finding her item?
She found almost over a thousand songs she didn't recognize in the file, and began to go through them, listening. It was music unlike anything she heard of. She could feel her mind relaxing. These songs were beautiful.
Just who was Aurora? She wanted to know more, but she kept fleeing...When would she meet her again?
Perhaps...Soon.
