The Undertaker arrived about half-an-hour later. He had arrived as fast as he could and so looked fairly disheveled.
"What is it? What's going on? What happened?"
Eleanora was lying on Sebastian's bed, panting and covered in sweat. Sebastian had taken her to his room, thinking that maybe she would recover from her faint quicker in more comfortable circumstances, but she had only gotten worse. Her temperature had increased; she seemed to be in a delirium.
"I don't know," Sebastian said, putting a cold cloth on her forehead. "She just…fainted."
"When? Just now? What happened?"
"I don't know," he repeated. "We were just talking, perfectly normally, and then she fainted."
"Well did you do anything?"
"Why is it that when something happens to a woman, the man is immediately blamed?" Sebastian scowled up at him. "I was inquiring about her health and then I touched her forehead and then she fainted. That's it."
"'Her health?' Has she not been feeling well?"
"She hadn't been looking well; I was asking her if she was alright."
"And she wasn't?"
"Obviously," Sebastian said and pushed a strand of her hair away from her face. Eleanora began moaning.
"No…"
"'No?' What is she saying? Did she just say 'no?'" the Undertaker and Sebastian leaned in.
"No…" she whimpered. "No…I don't…want to…"
"What does that mean?" the Undertaker whispered; Sebastian shushed him.
"I don't want…don't make me…please…please…I'm sorry…"
It seemed that she was having multiple dreams, dreams which she was not enjoying. Sebastian gently began shaking her shoulder.
"Miss Black, wake up. Miss Black, you're dreaming. Wake up; everything's fine, you're perfectly safe here…"
"No…I'm sorry…Please don't hurt me…Please…Someone…Save me…Anyone…Please…No…" She started writhing around in the bed; Sebastian pressed her back.
"Miss Black, wake up! Miss Black, you're dreaming. Wake up!"
"Demon…" she groaned. "The demon is coming…"
"Demon? What demon?" Sebastian shook her a bit more furiously. "Miss Black, what demon? Are you in trouble? Miss Black!"
"The demon…" she whispered. "He's coming for me…He's going to kill me…The demon…My husband…Sebastian Michaelis…He's a demon…Please…Save me…Someone…Anyone…Save me from…my demon husband…"
Sebastian stared at her and then collapsed back into his seat.
The Undertaker gave him a look.
"You…did tell her…right?"
