Night falls over London, the same as it does every twenty four hours. That used to mean nothing to you, until you met Sebastian. Now the night brings you nothing but pain. At least you've found a way to help yourself.

Last night, you'd called upon the Undertaker, accepting an offer of assistance you'd never intended to. He'd made the pain disappear almost instantly, as if he was some kind of God. You'd slept through last night, glad of some respite after two days of living in hell. The next day had been the same as all the others, Mey-Rin keeping you company as she'd been instructed to. The only difference was that this time, you were well-rested enough not to mind her intrusion. In fact, you welcomed to company, after so long of only having Sebastian to talk to. Now that the night is here though, you know the pain will begin anew.

You're ready for it this time, though.

The pain hits you like a locomotive, but you manage to keep yourself from screaming. Your saviour is sure to arrive soon. You did ask him to, after all. You've even left the window open for him.

'What if he doesn't show up?' A voice in your head questions. 'He has no obligation to. He could have been lying, like every other man in my life.' While the voice may be factually correct, somehow you doubt it. Undertaker may not have an obligation to help you specifically, but he did say his entire job was looking after human souls. You're still a human, even though you suspect that part of you might be fading. If Undertaker can still help you, you have no doubt that he will.

You hear the floorboards creak. While you'd silently questioned him, Undertaker had crept into the room.

He approaches you swiftly, some kind of syringe in his hands. That must be what you felt last night. You're certain that it holds the key to your salvation.

You reach out for Undertaker, offering him your arm. He accepts the offer gladly, sticking the needle into you with undoubtedly practice precision. The sharp scratch is hardly felt at all, given how much pain the rest of you is in. Within moments, you feel your pain slip away, as if it never existed in the first place.

You smile at your visitor. 'Thank you. I wasn't sure you'd actually come.'

Undertaker looks mildly offended. 'Of course I came, dear. You asked me to help you. I've already told you that I'll do whatever you need me to do. I just don't want to see you suffer.' He always seems so sincere, yet you can't help but doubt him. After all, you've made it so clear in the past that you don't want his help, or didn't at the time. Now you're not so sure…

You look down at the floor when you answer him. 'You wouldn't have been the first man to lie to me. All the men in my life have abused me in some way. My husband was violent and neglectful, Sebastian… I just thought you'd end up being the same. I still think that, if I'm honest.' Your tears begin to flow freely, and feel warm against your cold skin. Maybe you should shut the window, now that your visitor has arrived? Then again, he'll undoubtedly be on his way soon…

You feel long fingernails ghost along your neck, moving up towards your chin. They apply a light pressure, coaxing you into lifting your head. When you go, you're shocked to see that one of Undertaker's eyes is now in view, his hair swept to one side and tucked behind his ear. In the moonlight, it looks even more beautiful than you remember it being. It instils a great deal of calm in you, which allows you to hold his gaze without fear. If Sebastian had eyes like his, you'd let him do anything to you… not that you haven't let him do as he pleases regardless.

Undertaker looks very serious. 'I've already said this, and I've no doubt I'll have to say it again, but I'll say it as many times as I have to; I'm not Sebastian. I really have no intention of hurting you. All I want is to help you, and to prevent you from making the worst decision possible. You are worth so much more than Sebastian is. Any man would feel honoured to have you. Just because you've been burnt by other men in the past, that doesn't mean you should put up with Sebastian's abuse. There are people out there who would treat you right, who would love and respect you. You shouldn't have to spend your days as a demon's sex slave. You should be free to have a normal life. That's what I think, at least.' Why does Undertaker have to be like this? Why can't he be cruel to you, too? It's making this so hard on you. Before you'd met him, you were content to become Sebastian's 'plaything'. Now, you're not sure if you want that at all. You've been back and forth in your mind so much that you don't know if it's what you really want any more. You're beginning to feel used and unappreciated, and Sebastian is the one making you feel like that. Why can't he just love you, the same way you desperately want to love him?

Your sobs come suddenly and violently, the events of the past few months all coming crashing down at once. What have you done? You've ruined your life, that's what. If only you'd kept your legs crossed, none of this would have happened. Sure, you'd still be with James, but so what? He may have been abusive, but you'd sooner take his beatings over Sebastian's constant tormenting. That, and when you'd finally had enough, you could have slipped away undetected one night, and not had to worry about him looking for you. James would have merely shrugged and moved on. If you try to leave Sebastian, he'll find you, and when he does… you almost wish he would kill you. Death sounds preferable to the living hell you're in right now.

Undertaker scoops you into his arms, sits on the bed, and cradles you into his chest, your tears soaking into his clothes. He doesn't seems to mind though, as he starts stroking your hair gently, trying to calm you as best he can. His efforts are all for naught though, as now you've started crying, you can't seem to stop. You wail like a banshee, mourning the death of your old life, and the birth of your current situation. Maybe it's the lack of sleep lately that's making you like this, you're not sure. What you do know is that you can't stay here any more. Undertaker told you he'd help you in anyway he can. Does that include helping you hide from Sebastian for a while? Just a few days, time enough for you to get your head straight without Sebastian messing with your mind again. That's all you really need. Can Undertaker help you with that?

You try to control your tears. If you keep being this loud, someone will surely come in, and you won't have time to ask Undertake for more help. You work on steadying your breathing, hoping that it'll be enough to make your tears stop. It seems to be working, as your sobs become further apart. You try to talk a few times, only for your chest to feel like it's closing in on itself. You don't think you've ever gotten yourself worked up like this before. It only strengthens your newfound conviction.

Finally, you manage to compose yourself. You pull your head away from Undertaker's chest, so you can look him in the eyes. When you find them covered with hair again, you gently sweep the locks to once side, giving you a full view of his face.

You don't think you've ever seen someone so beautiful.

His face is almost perfectly symmetrical, and his unusual eyes give him an otherworldly beauty. He has a long scar stretched across his face, but that does nothing to detract from his appearance. If anything, it increases it. How can anyone with such a scar still look so beautiful? If you'd seen his face before he'd told you that he belongs to a race of supernatural beings, you wouldn't have been at all surprised by his revelation.

The last thing to catch you eye is his cheeks. They look wet, as if he's been crying. One long look into his eyes confirm this, as the seem to be a little red around the outside. Had he been crying as he held you? Did your sobs affect him so? Sebastian cares nothing for your tears, but Undertaker… he cares so much, even though he knows you so little. Maybe, if he does want to help you hide, you could let him know you better. Not in the same way that Sebastian 'knows' you, but in a friendly, almost more intimate way. Maybe he'd be willing to tell you more of himself in return. There isn't any harm in asking, not when he is the one your questions are aimed at.

You blink rapidly a few times, trying to clear away the remainder of your tears. When you think you've succeeded, you try to find your voice. 'C-can… can I… Can I stay w-with yo-ou, please? If I leave… on my… he'll find me. You could… you could… hide me. Protect me. Give me t-time to think. Please?'

Undertaker hugs you in close again. 'Of course you can. I promise, I won't let Sebastian anywhere near you. Do you want to go right now, or do you need some time to pack?' He said yes. Of course he did. When has he ever refused to help? He'd do anything you ask of him. He just wants you safe. Right now, you want to be safe, too. You don't want to sleep in this manor again unless it feels safe, unless Sebastian proves that he can make you feel safe like Undertaker can. If not, then you're going to take Undertaker's advice, and do something to end this ritual once and for all.

You cling to Undertaker tightly. 'Take me away now, please. I don't want to be here right now. I need time to think about things, and I… Sebastian can't hear what I'm thinking about. He'd hurt me. Or he might. I don't know if he would, and that's the problem. He'd know what I was planing anyway. He'd know that I was going to leave. Take me away before he knows I want to go.' You're not making much sense, but you hope Undertaker gets the gist of it.

Undertaker stands up, keeping a firm grip on you. 'Whatever you want, my dear. Now, you're going to have to keep holding onto me as tightly as you can. I'm still going to be keeping a firm grip on you, but the last thing I want to do is risk dropping you. Can you do that for me?' You nod. 'Good. Now, let's go, before that noxious beast knows I'm here.' With that, he walks you both up to the window, and leaps from it, landing on the ground with a light thump. You wish you could jump from heights without hurting yourself. Must be a reaper thing.

He takes off at speed, the world suddenly becoming a blur. You bury your face into his chest and keep your eyes shut tight, afraid of what you'll see if you open them. The night air feels cold against your skin, and you hope that you'll be back at his shop before too long; you're concerned you might catch cold if you're outside any longer.

Undertaker comes to an abrupt stop, indicating that you've arrived at your destination. Gently, he sets you down, holding onto you as you stand. You watch as he then opens the door to his shop, and gestures for you to go inside. You walk into the dark shop, and hear the door close behind you.

You feel a pair of hands on your shoulders, guiding you through the dark shop. The lead you down a corridor, before stopping in front of a door. When it opens, you gasp. The entire room is filled with moonlight, making the bedsheets glow. Is this where you're to be sleeping?

Undertaker chuckles a bit. 'Glad you like it, dearie. This'll be your room until you've figured things out. Now, I think it's time you got some more sleep. You must be exhausted, after all.' You're not going to argue with him on that. Already you can feel your eyes beginning to drift shut. That, and the bed looks ever so comfortable…

Undertaker leads you over to the bed, holding back the covers so you can slip inside. When you're comfortable, he puts the covers back over you, making sure your torso is fully covered by them. He leans over, and gives your forehead a quick kiss. He smiles down at you afterwards and says 'If you need anything, I'll be in one of me coffins. Feel free to wake me, no matter what time it is. Pleasant dreams, dear.' You feel far too tired to talk, so instead you offer him a weary smile. He seems to be pleased with that, as he walks away from the bed.

The creaking of his footsteps is the last thing you hear before sleep claims you.

Sebastian strides confidently through the corridor, breakfast tray in hand, ready to see his little plaything.

Sebastian is almost beginning to regret only visiting her once after locking her in her room. He's missed the way she feels around him, and the little noises he makes when he touches her in just the right ways. He may have wanted to punish her, but he's ended up punishing himself even more; he just hopes she appreciates how hard it has been for him to go without. Still, he intends to make up for it today. His Young Master has given him a few hours of free time, and he does not intend to waste it.

First, he's going to wake her up with his mouth, before getting her to eat breakfast. Then, he's going to have her against every single piece of furniture in the room. He's also determined to stick himself in all of her holes again, taking care to give them all equal treatment. When he's done with her, he'll run her a nice, relaxing bath, and then she'll be able to have an afternoon nap… before he comes for her in the night again.

Sebastian smirks to himself; he should have found himself someone like her years ago. Still, now it the perfect chance to make up for lost time.

Sebastian lets himself into her room, and drops the tray in shock when he notices that her bed is empty.

His initial reaction is anger. How dare she leave her room? Was she not instructed to stay? Silly little whore, he's going to punish her for this. By the time he's done with her, she's be sore for the rest of her life.

Then, concern hits him when he notices the open window. Has she really escaped, or was the pain too much for her? Has she killed herself? He doesn't want that. If she's dead, he can't have her any more. That would be such a waste of a good whore.

Sebastian inhales deeply, trying to calm himself. He stops suddenly, as he catches scent of someone other than his plaything. It's an earthy smell, one that he knows he's smelt before…

It suddenly hits him; Undertaker. So, he's taken her, has he? No, Sebastian won't allow such a thing. How dare that man stick his oar in? He should mind his own business!

Sebastian storms from the room, a new plan for the day in his mind. He's going to go to the Undertaker, rip the man's heart out, then take back what is rightfully his!

Sebastian smirks to himself again; she really is a foolish little whore if she thinks that Undertaker can keep her from him.