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Original post date: 7/21/2018

Grammar editing: 9/27/2018

Editing: 11/14/2018

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Chapter 3

After making my escape from the fight with Sebastian and the ripper I headed straight to Undertakers, he insisted I take a bath the moment he saw me come through the door. So I did. After a year, he still does things that make me wonder. As of now, I'd been in Undertakers' tub for a good thirty minutes, and all I've done presently is soak. The water had long turned a pink color from my open wound. I wonder if I could dye myself pink with my blood? That might be something to experiment with later. Sighing, I relaxed against the bathtub.

"At least I know I'm safe here."

"of course you are, dear." Undertaker came in the bathroom at that moment and kneeled beside the tub.

"Only because you're a legendary reaper," I mocked side-eyeing him. I received a chuckle as my reply.

"Adrian..." I moved my hand up to brush Undertaker's bangs out of his face. The blood tinted water dripping down my arm and his face. "promise me..." giving him a sad smile now, I caressed his cheek. The contrast of my blood-filled bathwater against his pale skin was a sight to see. The look on his face, though, was equally as sad. "that should I die here in your world, that you won't let anyone have my soul." Undertaker put his hand over mine. "Promise Adrian... that once you perfect your dolls.. that you'll have me again."

"Mafdet..." Undertaker leaned in and gently kissed me. I know that this is my new reality. Id lived it for a year now. The truth of the matter is I may not ever get home. Undertaker will far outlive me; after all, I'm only human.

I closed my eyes, returning the kiss. Per usual, Undertaker pulled away from me as the kiss started to get more heated. In the silence of the washroom, Undertaker began to wash my body, being extra gentle around my wound. The feel of his long nails against my ripped flesh was painful but also made other parts of me come alive.

"Mafdet... I promise, at the very least, that should you pass, your soul will belong to me." Undertakers' tone was so gentle and kind. It almost broke my heart. I didn't think anyone else's hands could be as calming as his at that moment. He took his time washing my breast and inner thighs, making me experience an involuntary blush. I could feel my ears and down my neck heat up with the blush though the blush was less embarrassment and more from the heat gathering in my lower abdomen.

"Undertaker..." I lightly moaned and moved his hand to the intimate place between my legs. I've never been modest. A naked body was just that, a naked body—nothing to be embarrassed about as far as I was concerned.

"Beautiful..." Undertaker whispered in my ear as his fingers slid between my folds and rubbed me. Even without the water in the tub, I'm sure I'd be as slick to the touch. Panting, I relaxed further into the tub, enjoying his touch. It didn't take long for Undertaker to move his other arm around me to pull me back up and against him, giving him more effortless movement. Before Undertaker, I'd never been touched in this kind of way. Never even though much about the pleasures of the flash in any capacity.

The feel of his lips on my neck, was more than enough when you paired it with those impossibly long fingers of his, for my mind to start fogging. The following nip, I felt him on my skin pulled more moans from my lips. As if his fingers playing me like a piano wasn't enough, Undertakers' other hand moved over my wound, despite the severity of it and its reopening it was already healing rapidly. I vaguely thought that maybe Undertaker had some kind of healing ability he was hiding.

"Tease..." I breathed out. Making him grin against my skin.

"I'd gladly be inside you but, I'm afraid you wouldn't enjoy my long nails."

"so be inside me a different way." Undertaker dropped me from his hold, causing me to splash fully back into the water and moved away from me abruptly, leaving the room. That bloody- did he really just stop and leave? Closing my eyes, I rested my head on the back of the tub, taking a few minutes to calm myself. Looking up at the ceiling, finally, I took a deep breath. "So. Not. Fair."

Getting out of the tub, I grabbed a nearby towel to dry off, not caring that I was staining it. Glancing around for a possible chance of clothes, I spotted a set of Undertakers clothes that he must have left out for me—moving over to them so I could pick up the items to get a better look at what exactly had been left. It was one of Undertakers White button up cotton shirts that he wore under that clock thing he always wore with a pair of trousers. They were black with button closures. How nice yet perverted of him. He liked seeing me in his clothes. I'll probably never understand that logic. Undertakers' clothes were going to be way oversized for my waist as well as much too long. I was only around a size three or five, maybe? Sizing works differently here.

Id managed to get dressed and grab some pins on my way to the kitchen so I could take the pants in place so they wouldn't fall off. I sat down at the table just as Undertaker put down a cup of tea for me.

"Can you look at my scythe? It took a beating out there." I asked Undertaker as he sat across from me with his own cup of tea.

"Of course, it was me, old partner, once." Undertakers trademark giggling started up

"Yes," I rolled my eyes. This scythe of mine at one point belonged to Undertaker. It was his first one. It should be on display in the reaper realm, but I managed to get my hands on it. Something I still was trying to figure out.

"I also need to treat your nails while you're here." Undertaker leaned forward and took my hand in his examining my nails.

"I think so too..." I placed my necklace on the table with my other hand for him. "It has been about five months since we started the whole intimate touching thing" I glanced to the side away from him as I spoke. So embarrassing, or so I thought it should be. Undertaker let go of my hand, looking at the table like it had all the answers.

"you want to know why I won't go further?"

"They have this saying about turning down a woman that throws herself at a man" I rested my elbows on the table in front of me so I could rest my chin in my hands.

"I believe that while reapers don't love in the human sense of the word... I do love you, Mafdet." Undertaker shifted his eyes toward me, studying my face.

"Hmm," I sat back, putting my hands behind my head. "I don't think I understand love either, despite being human, but I know that I've never wanted physical contact before." I thought back to the emotionless person I use to be, so withdrawn from people.

"I won't take your body as mine, let alone your first experience... that is till you are sure you love me and can understand it." Undertaker's words were finial on this matter, I knew. I watched as he picked up my necklace and left the room. It looks like I hurt his feelings. Though it's not my fault, he can't seem to understand that I already meet his requirements in my own way.

Signing, I decided that going to bed was the best option right now. Dowing my tea as I stood from the chair, I walked over to the sink, placing the currently empty teacup into it along with Undertakers. It didn't take me long to slide into Undertakers' bed, getting comfortable. Just as I was prepared to doze off, Undertaker came in and got into bed with me.

Neither of us said a word as we simply cuddled into each other and went to sleep. This is how we were, fighting or not; we always went to bed together when I was here.

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I walked out of Undertakers and stretched. He had insisted that I wear a pair of his pants outside, so I did. That's something that had formed over time. Undertaker would ask something of me, and I'd it, usually without a fight.

Granted, regardless, I got stared at like I was naked. People in this Era are stuck up that way. They want women in dresses to hide every inch of their skin, even though the standard was to wear a tight corset to give curves, the appropriate silhouette for the times. I rolled my eyes at the thought.

Walking around the city of London, I decided to do some shopping in the underworld markets for things like poison to lace my claws with. But I also needed some different herbs etc. The trip was uneventful and only took about an hour of my time. Some of the herbs I needed weren't native to London and could be hard to get my hands on.

"Well, now, what do I do with my time." I sighed as I headed back to my home. I have so much work to do realistically. My shoulders sagged at the thought of having to distill all herbs I did manage to get my hands on.

"You could always spend time with me, young miss." I stopped dead in my tracks, startled by the voice directly behind me. "Sebastian Michaelis" it was more a stated fact than a question.

"You would be correct."I could practically hear the smile in his tone. How the hell did he get the drop on me? "For someone that knows what and who I am, you do seem to leave yourself rather open."

I turned around and shrugged. "I thought I had more time to think about what to do."

"Interesting," Sebastian was standing there, taking me in with his calculating eyes, though he seemed unimpressed.

"I'm going to assume you either were told by Ciel to come to get me as originally ordered, or you simply want to end someone that knows too much about you." I looked around the market a moment. "why don't you follow me back home. You can interrogate me first, before your master." Sebastian raised a brow at that.

"Are you not afraid of me?" I brought my pointer finger up to my chin and trapped in thought.

"you don't lie, you follow your own special code of demon honor, and you are currently under contract." I turned around and started walking, "so no. The only thing you could do to me is to eat, play, and snatch." I smirked over my shoulder to see an equally amused look on Sebastian's face. I could feel him follow me as I started back on my way home. He's making this to easy for me.

Once we made it to the church, I looked back at him a moment before taking him around the back of the building. I'm sure he had a few choice words about me living in a church. But nevermind that. I lead him to a set of stairs that went up to the attic. It was unnerving how he followed so silently. It was like he didn't have footsteps at all. Making it into the attic that was my home, I Went to the trunk that held most of my things, getting out what I need and made tea.

Sebastian waited silently as I moved about making the tea. It occurred to me that having manners could be lost on a demon, but it didn't matter. My mother was always going on and on about having manners when you had guests over. Once done, I served the tea to Sebastian. I was sure to spice his with something extra.

"What would you like to know?" I sat at the small table in my home while Sebastian stood holding his tea.

"How did you, a human, wield a Grim Reapers weapon?"

Sebastian still had a look of indifference on his face but at least tried the tea. It was stated before that he didn't taste things in the same way that humans did. If I remembered correctly, human food was responsive to him. Observing him as he took that first taste was gratifying for my questioning mind. I'll admit the look of shock as he stared down at his teacup was priceless.

"Honestly, I don't know. But I'm glad to have it. Before you ask, yes, I reaped that soul in your tea."

"How did you know about the Ripper?" Sebastian just moved on with his questioning unbothered. Quick recovery time, I guess. I was kind of hoping the tea would distract him. But o'well. He's drinking it at least.

"One year ago, I was sent here to this world from my own by being stupid enough to think demons weren't real," I spoke as if it wasn't a big deal though Sebastian seems to think about that information seriously.

"And what would make you think demons weren't real?" Sebastian finally sat down, crossing his legs with what I was assuming was an intrigued look on his face. He didn't right away question me about not being from this world. Being a demon, I would imagine that Sebastian is aware of more than one world exciting. Id have to pick his brain later about that.

"There are many legends and such and of course the occasional cult, but other than that no one believes. In my world, you're a book Character with pictures." That last bit made Sebastian's eyes widen. He wasn't expecting that, I suppose. Maybe he didn't know about the existence of my world, after all. "You see, my world is also further ahead time-wise too. But basically, the author made the book into moving pictures. I'm not sure if you have seen a television yet or not, but basically, that's what I'm referring to. So I know what's going to happen for some time, on many important events for Ciel." At this point, I refilled my tea and put a bored expression on my face. Sebastian was silent for a few minutes, though I don't blame him.

"You're telling me this freely because?"

"You're a demon. And frankly, you would have gotten it out of me one way or another." I smiled at him sweetly. He looks so... Amused yet... Smug right now... If I didn't possibly need him, later on, I'd say fuck it.

"What else can you tell me about myself?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow with that question. He's probably contemplating killing me, depending on my answer. If I were a demon, that's what id do. Moving loses bits of my hair behind my ear, I shrugged.

"Not much. The book is still ongoing. What's known about you thought is that you're ranked the most popular character." I thought more about what random facts I knew about his and Ciels' story. "Michaelis is derived from a Japanese word meaning repayment, Sebastian is taken from a 16th-century author that wrote about demons." Taking a breath, I sipped my tea. I expected Sebastian to say something, but he didn't. He just kept looking at me, so I kept talking.

"Though, of course, in the story, it's the name of Ciel's dog, and he gave you that name." I Chuckled a bit at that. Sebastian, however, looked annoyed at my chuckling. Though he still didn't say anything. "You also have a catchphrase... 'I am simply one hell of a butler.' " the annoyance on Sebastian's face was priceless. Even his eye was twitching.

"you first appeared as a raven on the Television, but in the book, you are in your true form... although only glimpses of it.." Revealing this part made me positively nervous—another thing I wasn't use to feeling. So I glanced away from him. He didn't seem to allow anyone to see that form in the show, so I doubt he likes much that I had a glimpse.

"And what pray tell were the glimpses?" He is WAY to calm for my liking... Oh hell, he's even smiling... I observed as I glanced back at him. Gulping I answer

"Um, High heeled boots, elongated nails, and sharp teeth. the only ones to see you're from are Ciel... and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle." I know I should be sticking to the whole 'never let them see you sweat' thing. But a calm Sebastian was an off-putting situation.

"I see... and do you know where I'm from?" Sebastian leaned in a bit, resting his elbows on the table. That wasn't a Sebastian like jester at all. He never for anything or person broke his athletic.

"On the television... it was stated that you're from an alternate world, Age is unknown, but you claim to be responsible for the black death... which I think is some 500 years ago. and there was that Egyptian mummy who would be from about 3000 years ago." I'm rambling at this point. But I can't help it. I'm a total fangirl at heart, and he isn't acting at all like I hypothesized he would.

"oh ... demons can't taste the same way humans do, Um.. you don't 'eat' or sleep. You're fluent in French and Latin. You're proficient in dutch, east french, something or other and German. You have a thing for cats, even though Ciel is allergic. you also resemble Ciel's father... though why I have no idea." Shrugging, I closed my eyes to think about what other random things I knew.

"You seem to be quite taken with me." Sebastian, still smiling, rested his chin in his palm.

"I know things about Ciel too. As well as Undertaker." Tilling my head to the side, I allowed a blush to form on my cheeks. Damn.. that was such a fangirl moment... Though a blush wouldn't be my usual reaction, it fit at this moment, so why not.

"It would seem you could be of some use to my young master. thought I don't know what you should do in the household since you are not from this time."

"Why don't I just help you?"

"You're willingly going to do such a thing?" Sebastian sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. Well, that indeed isn't a very 'Sebastian' pose either.

"yes, after all, if you're also from another world, that means you might be able to help me." I stood up, clearing the small table.

"Are you sure you're completely human?" Sighing at that question, I turned around to face him.

"As far as I know, I am." I look down at my feet. "though I am aware I don't fully look it."

"Indeed," Sebastian got up from his chair, coming over to me. He extended his hand over to my suitcase with a smirk. Looking over to it myself, I signed internally and began to pack my things. Sebastian walked over to stand to the side of me and started helping me pack my things, which was another very not so Sebastian thing for him to do.

"Do you not own any proper clothing for a young lady?" Sebastian looked utterly put off.

"Um..." I shrugged and smiled at him. Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose while his other hand was on his hip. This is going to be a long adventure if he doesn't kill me first.