((AN: This chapter may make you feel rather uncomfortable. And it's very short. I put a bunch of my feelings and emotions into this one. This should be an interesting read guys. Hope you enjoy!)))

SMACK!

A newspaper hit the desk I had fallen asleep on, alerting me and making me scream.
"AHH! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

There stood Undertaker, covering his mouth with a sleeved hand. I glared at him with blurry eyes. "I could have taken you out so easily. You didn't sense me at allllllll!" He seemed to scold with that swooping voice of his.

I sighed tiredly. "I'm sorry...It's just so comfortable to sit here..." I rubbed my tired eyes, yawning. My heart was still racing from the jumpscare.

"This is the second time you've done this dearie. It's quite hysterical, yet predictable." He drooled and giggled hysterically.

I blinked. I was predictable? Me? I pouted, flicking my finger and making Undertaker's hat lift off his head into midair. He blinked his hidden eyes curiously.

"Me? Predictable? Seriously? I'm just as eccentric as you are. Actually, for you, Eccentric is just an understatement." The hat then landed on my head. "Would you like to be fitted into one of me custom made coffins? Heehee." I grinned, mimicking his voice almost perfectly. THERE was my personality. THIS was the real me. I was generally silly, and not a serious person. But due to the past months, I could not be silly for one moment. But now that I was more comfortable...

Undertaker fell back with a inward laugh, spazzing on the floor with miniacal laughter. I had his his funny bone good. "Do mooore! Do moore!"

"Tanooshiii Tanoooshiiiii! Ooooh what fun it is to be an Undertaaakeeeer!" I laughed out, finding it hard to focus.

At least there was still some laughter for us. The days were getting more funner, happier. The pain was fading away from my body. I was feeling more healthier then I ever been. I never felt more alive! I was so happy! I was showing my true colors. My silly side. The REAL me. I had almost forgotten what it was like to be me...

I noticed more of Undertaker's playful side recently as well. He had taken a liking to spooking me in the middle of the night while I was napping. Or just trying to attack me out of nowhere while we were alone...

But this one night...was different...

.../\/\/\... (An: Are you getting tired of this timeskips? I am!)

"Fuck you! I don't want to be messed with right now!" Aurora screeched at Undertaker, who was attempting to get into the bedroom.

"Oh come now m'dear! It was just one kiss! Surely you enjoyed it!" He snickered, dodging several pillows. Aurora still continued to throw things. He ducked several times, his hair going everywhere.

"It doesn't matter! You stole my first kiss, and that wasn't right!" She seethed, flinging socks at him.

[Flashback]

The silence was killing me, I stared at my newly painted fingernails. They were a glossy purple. I twisted the cap back onto the bottle, waiting for my nails to dry. I hated to wait.

...Bump...Bump...Bump...

Undertaker was right behind me.

My irises turned blood red, and in an instant I had ducked down, avoiding a swung Satoba, inches above my head.

"Good, use your sixth sense more." Sang Undertaker, who had decided to sneak up on me today.

He then Swung the satoba down toward my head, I snapped my hands up, grabbing it with both hands, I pushed against it, using my legs for momentum, earning a sly smile from Undertaker. He knew I would do whatever it took to protect myself. I was stubborn.

Soon I was standing back up, gripping the Satoba so tightly it was giving small cracking sounds. "You messed up my nail polish."

Undertaker smirked wide mischievously, I then realised I was wide open for a kick.

Which he promptly kicked me in the gut, sending me back into the wall in the corner with a crunch. I grunted in pain, the wind knocked out of me. But it was only a slight pain. I had grown more stronger. And if he had kicked a normal human, he would have broke their back.

Undertaker was on me in an instant, pinning me further into the corner with his Satoba, his eyes were staring into mine, revealing his other personality. His insanity.

His devastating, true nature. I was about to hit him with a energy wave, when he did something I did not expect.

He leaned his face into mine, making me freeze up instantly. Whaaa?

His eyes were soft, showing a huge amount of tenderness I did not know he had. I was about to ask him what he was up to, when he leaned in quickly, placing his lips against mine. My eyes went wide as saucers. My mind was going haywire.

He was kissing me...

KISSING. ME?! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK WHAT?!

What the fuck do I do now?!

His lips felt completely firm, and incredibly warm, and that tender look he was giving me was making it so much worse for me.

A blush crept onto my face. I refused to kiss him back, mainly of of shock and confusion. And he soon pulled away, but not before poking me in the gut with a pointy nail. "Easily distracted, as usual." He grinned from ear to ear.

I stared at him in complete shock. What the fuck prompted him to kiss me? To take my first kiss?

I was pissed.

An energy shot escaped from me, hitting Undertaker and smacking him into the wall. His satoba clattered to the ground. I wouldn't let anyone mess with MY emotions. USE me. TOUCH me...

I was hurting now, breathing heavily and fuming with rage. I had let him kiss me. I just stood there, like an idiot.

Undertaker just grinned, apparently enjoying my reaction.

I soon eased up my powers, before storming out of the room and into the bedroom. I was enraged. This was unexpected.

[End Of Flashback]

"You really are a creep! That was uncalled for. And it hurt me. You need to stop with these weird antics. I don't like being teased~" I growled, and he was on me in an instant, grabbing my shoulders. He wasn't rough nor gentle. "Who said I was teasing?" He said, his eyes glinting in the dimly lit room.

I went quiet, my heart was beating faster. What the hell got into him? He couldn't be serious. Undertaker? Serious? In the same sentence? No...

But his aura was saying so much...Words didn't have to tell me what he was feeling...It was a gentle light pink. It had everything to do with love and tenderness.

I shook my head, pushing him off. "Just stop..." I was rejecting him. I didn't know why. But probably because I was unsure, and We met only a couple months ago...

Undertaker didn't seem phased. His aura didn't darken either. It just turned to a light purple. His normal everyday color. If there WAS such thing as normal for him. He still stared at me however.

I left the bedroom, going into the main shop area. I felt my chest hurt. I felt hurt for rejecting his strange advances. I felt hurt for ignoring him...But I felt there had to be a catch to this. I wondered if Undertaker was just going to hurt me in the end. Use me...A woman had to protect herself after all. And Undertaker was unpredictable...

I looked down at my feet, feeling put off with everything. Just...How was I supposed to react to his advances? A relationship felt...forign to me. Was it more instinctual? What the hell was it like?

It made no sense that Undertaker liked me. I was nothing. There was simply no reason to like me. I wasn't relatable to him, so what the hell was so damn...agreeable with me?

I needed to go for a walk...

.../\/\/\...

I found myself in the sweet store Undertaker introduced me to. Luckily that big breasted woman wasn't in today. I now had time to think...

What was I going to do about the dead children? I had a heroic scene playing out in my mind, grabbing the children one by one and shielding them from the fire. But there was a problem.

Sebastian would know it was me. He already figured out I beat the crap out of Grell. I would put Undertaker at risk for being discovered as a reaper. Everything would be screwed up...

But next came the most interesting question. How would I break to Undertaker, that I knew of the dolls? And that, I actually wanted to help...

My fingers tapped at the table unconsciously, I was really nervous. I was at my wits end...

I snapped my head up, seeing Undertaker sitting down next to me. How did he find me?!

"I thought you would be heeere~ You always did enjoy sweets." He grinned, taking one of my scones and scarfing it in front of me. I pouted. "Can't I get some alone time?" I asked him, getting a bit angry with him following me all the time.

"Someone like you shouldn't be alone." He said, making my heart skip. I know he meant it to be a smartass, but something told me he also meant it another way.

"You know, I don't like it when you flurt with me. It bothers me. And I'm not exactly looking for a guy in my life at this moment in time." I said, my body feeling tensed and tingly with irritation. I was such a liar...

"You're afraid I'll hurt you." He said suddenly, earning a wide eyed look from me. I felt my chest ache uncomfortably. I then bit my lip and looked down. "Shut up...Just stop..."

"You think I'll use you..." His tone deepened, sounding different from his usual self. His eyes were staring at me intensely. I couldn't look at him. "Theres a time and place for this. And not in this shop..."

"You've never felt a deep connection with someone before, and it frightens you." He said, resting his chin on his hand.

"And you want me to be your girlfriend?" I asked, making a face and rolling my eyes. I had enough. I clenched my hands into fists.

"Did you come here to just badger me? To play mindgames with me? I have more shit on my mind right now. And honestly, I don't think you fancy me. I think you're imprinting a lover from your past onto me. I'm not her Undertaker. I never will be. Now enough with your flurting. And leave me the fuck alone." I snapped, getting up and leaving the shop quickly. Leaving a shocked Undertaker at the table. How did she know about her? His body was frozen. The little vampire knew more then she told...

.../\/\/\...

When I got back, I found myself staring off into space. That was cold what I said to him. That was heartless. I was a complete bitch. Like all the regular whores from my world. I was just as much a bitch as they were...And it hurt...I felt like a terrible human. Oh wait...Thats right...I wasn't human anymore...

I stared at my hands, looking at the chipped nail polish and my glossy nails showing through. What the hell was wrong with me?! How could I do that to him?! And he nows know I knew of Claudia! I was stupid! He was right! I AM afraid of a relationship. And I just fucking blew up in his face like a whore! What the hell is wrong with me? I dug my nails into my knees, drawing some blood. I knew I had fucked up big time.

Just then, the door opened, revealing Undertaker in the doorway. I winced and looked away.

But I was shocked to hear him speak. "I may...Have come a bit too strongly..."

Was he apologizing to me? It wasn't his fault. It was mine. "Stop. I'm sorry. I assumed something stupid. It's my fault." I said, waving my hand.

"No, you are right." He said, taking his hat off his head and twirling it around. I snapped my head up. I was downright shocked. "What?"

"You are not that woman I knew of so many years ago. You are different...Very different..." He explained, his eyes were hidden, I actually could not get a reading from him. His aura...it was dark and muddled...I couldn't make out the colors. His words hurt me a bit. I was different...A word I heard too often.

"Forgive me for thinking too much of you...But the question remains...How did you know of her?" He asked. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

The feeling I got from Undertaker was unknown and it was frightening me to my core. "...The Mourning hair chain...It's lockets with hair of the deceased that the person who loved them dearly could cherish them forever. And you were always dangling that specific locket. Claudia P. And judging by how you know of the Phantomhives...Claudia P had to be a part of that family. Thats how you know the boy...You've been a part of the generation for decades it seems." I explained as calmly as I could.

Undertaker's eyes glinted in the darkness. A smile appeared on his face. "Quite the Sherlock..." He said, going passed me and into the back. I breathed softly, becoming a bit shaky. This felt like such a bad day to me. I felt like running away for a bit. Before I knew it, some actual tears were going down my face. I was having a mental breakdown. I felt hurt for hurting Undertaker that way. I know I did hurt him. There was no denying it.

So much was going on around me that I didn't know how to handle it. The children, the bizarre dolls, the pain of my transformation...It was reality...

My mind snapped back to when I harmed myself to end it. To when I wanted to kill myself. I grit my teeth. I couldn't do that! Not after all I've been through! I had a life to live! I was put here, to save others! To change the course of events! To be wanted and needed! To HAVE MEANING AGAIN! Several objects in the room cracked loudly.

I flinched as I felt fabric against my face, and a firm hand on my head. I opened my eyes slowly, seeing Undertaker had pulled me into a light hug. It was somewhat gentle. It surprised me. But it was just like what happened when I was having the anxiety attack after seeing that dead woman. He seemed to know how to help me. For once it didn't feel awkward. In his other hand, was a cup of tea. I took it, looking up at him confusedly. "Drink this dear...You'll feel more relaxed..." He explained gently, his tone less frightening.

"...I didn't mean to snap at you at the store...I was being a complete bitch to you. It was horrible of me to think of you so lowly..." I said, my eyes looking away.

"It's in the past nooooow, nothing we can do about it~" He said, shrugging and swaying his hips oddly. He soon sat next to me, running his fingers through my hair. I felt fine with it. It was soothing me. I soon sipped my tea, it was chamomile. A very strong dose. Which was perfect.

"...You were right about what you said...I'm scared you will leave me in the end...Or something will force me away from you...and relationships scare me because I've never been in one before..." I then smiled softly. "We both were in the wrong and right..."
Undertaker then took his hat off and placed it on my head. "Agreed..." I smiled more, swaying my head and watching the tail swing around. Undertaker snickered softly.

I felt tired. I felt worn out. I wanted to nap from this crappy day. I wanted to fix what happened, but it seemed it was okay. Not everyday was a happy ending. There were sad moments in everyone's lifetime. Not everything was the same. Not everything could be fixed. Especially if it wasn't broken to begin with.

I leaned my head against Undertaker's shoulder. I regretted what I did today. I did care for him. And deep down, I did love him genuinely. But I did not know how to show him. But it seemed...I was already showing him.

The little things I did for him made him smile a lot. Telling him jokes, rambling about nonsense things. It made him happy. Was that why he enjoyed being around me? Because I make him smile so easily? Because I was myself? Not some other woman who didn't know anything? Because I wasn't plain? That I...was different? Did he really like me, and not think I was Claudia at all? Had my statement make him rethink what he thought about me?...Or had I kept the memory of her alive?

Undertaker glanced around the room, taking notice of the things I broke from my anxiety and stress. "Remember to fix what you broke in the morning dear." He whispered, making me snort softly. "Love you too, old man..." I mumbled softly, making him grin wide, his eyes glowing brightly at me. He knew I meant it.

"If I don't get to bed soon, I'm gonna pass out on your lap." I admitted, feeling awkward now.

"I don't think that would be much of a problem as you think m'dear." He snickered sulkily. I shook my head and got up, going to the bedroom. I was done for today. "Goodnight..." I said, waving and going to the bedroom.

"Goodnight, little vampire."

((AN: Welcome to my insanity. I figured out finally how to get him to show his affections. You can never know his true intentions. Undertaker is a very hard person to understand. You need to sympathise with me dearies. Next chapter will be the burning children scene. Wish me luck and hope...))