Madison awoke to a throbbing pain on her hand. And she awoke in a bed, foreign bed. She doesn't remember anything of the night before or her "deal" with Undertaker. She opens her eyes and props herself up on her knees. She begins to remember the night before, the rain, and how weak she was. She remembers almost dying. She looks around and she sees nothing. The room she's in is dimly lit by old candles and shadows dance all around and nearly overtake the room. As she begins to become more awake she senses someone in the room with her. She hears Undertakes laugh and she remembers everything.
Her eyes widen as he reveals himself from the shadows with that silly grin and long silver hair. Madison shoots up and looks at her hand. It's similar to the one on Ciels eye and Sebastian's hand. But it looks faded. Oh no.
"Good afternoon my lovely," he says and laughs harder. Madison scowls at him. What is this guy?
"Where am I?" Madison demands and Undertakers laughing ceases. And in a second his face is inches away from her own. Madison's eyes widen in shock and she swallows.
His hands start to trace the features of her face, as if he's studying her, admiring her. Madison feels his other hand resting beside her own propping himself up so he may lean in closer. Madison is too afraid to move. She looks at him and wonders what he will do next.
Undertaker leans in and his lips nearly touch her earlobe. She feels his hot breath on the skin of her jawline and her heart beats faster, heat surges through her and rests on her core. Her breathing becomes choked and chaste.
"Is that anyway to speak to your master?" He whispers almost inaudibly. Madison rubs her thighs together to stop the heat, but it just makes things worse. No one has had this affect on her, not even Sebastian. What is this guy?
Then she feels his nails run down e length of her leg and she revels in the contact. She needs him to kiss her hold her, touch her, something! her eyes become half lidded and she looks where is eyes should be, but is covered by his fringe.
"Why do you cover your eyes?" Madison says suddenly. Undertaker looks a bit shocked and backs away slightly at her question. He didn't expect that to come from her. To be honest he expected a moan. He inwardly laughed at himself at that.
He backs away enough to look into her eyes and study her. He has to admit she is quite beautiful. He begins to memorize her features. Her nose is small, but sharp, her skin is pale and even, her eyes are a bright green, but also blue, her hair is blonde and silky, and looks so soft. Her lips-
"Nevermind, just get off of me," Madison says and looks away. Undertaker snaps back to reality and gets off her.
Madison feels much more comfortable with him away from her.
"Your old clothes have been washed and dried and are in the dresser, along with your new clothes," undertaker says smiling at her. Madison gives him a confused look.
"New clothes?" Undertaker smiles wider.
"Yes, your old dress was too bright and pink. I'd much rather you wear darker colors, they flatter you best," undertaker laughs at himself a little.
"I agree," Madison says. Undertaker looks at her a little shocked that she agrees with him, and Madison is a little shocked herself. Madison begins to get out of her bed when she stops and looks at Undertaker. He returns her look and wonders what she'll say.
"How did I get in these clothes?" Madison asks already knowing the answer. Undertaker giggles and just walks away. He opens the door and before he leaves he turns back and says, "When you're done getting dressed, come out and see me in my work room. Just follow the light." And he's gone.
Madison wants to kill him so bad, but she knows she can't. The guy is so frustrating and weird and cute. Madison blushes at her own thoughts. No! No! How does he have this affect on her? He's not her type at all. He's crazy. He's a shinigami for gods sake! Well, she did have a relationship with a demon. Sebastian. His name makes her want to break down and cry and scream. Now, she would gladly kill Sebastian. How dare he leave her without saying goodbye. Well, she left him, but that doesn't matter! He didn't care! He showed no emotion, nothing. He didn't say ANYTHING! Madison feels a tear fall down her cheek, only one, but quickly wipes it way.
"Come now Maddie, pull yourself together," Madison says to herself. How odd she started talking to herself. Maybe she's going crazy, like Undertaker. That wouldn't be too bad. Being crazy doesn't seem so bad. Only shameful.
MAdison gathers herself up and gets dressed in one of the black dresses Undertaker provided for her. It's a simple day dress that covers her neck and arms. Then, Madison finds black gloves sitting ypby themselves on top of the dresser. Madison takes them and puts them on to cover the demonic contract symbol. Then, she moved to grab her signature pink ribbon that Madame Red gave her but she remembers that she left it at her sisters mansion. Damn. It's not like she has that much hair anyway. The front half is long while the back off is a bob. She cut her hair to get away from the Undertaker. He was holding her by her hair and tormenting Sebastian and Ciel claiming Sebastian has feelings for her. It turned out he was right. Madison quickly leaves the room before thinking of Sebastian any more.
Madison leaves her dark room to find a dark hallway lit with similar old candles on theh floor that lead to an open door emanating light. Madison walks in the room to find a contraption similar to the one on the ship that Undertaker used to bring back the dead. Undertaker stood over by the machine working on it, completely engrossed in his work. Madison moves toward him and notices the device is half finished. Did he expect her to help him with his experiments? It doesn't matter if he did or not, he expected her to help him with anything. And she must, by contract.
Undertaker notices her presence and smiles at her.
"Isn't it beautiful?" He asks her and she looks at him questioningly.
"Am I allowed to say no?" She asks and Undertaker laughs at her.
"No!" And then he laughs harder at his own joke and Madison giggles a little, and smiles at him. He stops suddenly and looks at her, studying her face again.
"You're laugh is lovely," he says. She is taken aback by the compliment. She searches for any sign of sarcasm or deceit in his face, but she finds none. She is even more surprised by this. No game? No need to torment me? Well, there is obviously a need to taunt within around, but there was no sadistic need in it. Nothing sinful.
"Thank you," Madison says avoiding his gaze. She did not want to become attached this...reaper. She is shocked by herself even laughing to begin with. She is disappointed in herself. She is acting like such a human
"Do you not like it?" Undertaker asks smiling.
"No, I don't," Madison admits. Undertaker just continues smiling at her. It isn't a smug grin like before, it's a real smile and Madison likes it. Although, she'll never admit it to him.
"Well, as your new master," he laughs at himself, "I order you to laugh more." He giggles at Madison's unamused expression.
"What did you need me for?" Madison asks suddenly.
"Help me work on my machine, of course!" He prances around it showing it off to her excitedly. Madison is a little annoyed at his childish excitement.
And she helped him work on his machine.
