Hours past...Days past...Weeks... I didn't know where I was. I was barely conscious. I would hear water running. Smell something delicious. I would hear a voice, just talking to me. Where was I? I couldn't tell...I couldn't open my eyes. I let out small sounds when I felt pain...Pain was the only clue I was still alive...And then I would hear a voice responding to me. But it was too far away...Everything was muffled and dark...

I would taste food at times and would swallow it. Someone was helping me. Who was it? Who was taking their precious time to help me? Why couldn't I move? Why was I hurting so much? What was happening to me?

"Ooh...Such progress..."

What finally made me awoken, was a hand touching my stomach. I shot up quickly, punching whatever was near me. I wouldn't allow anyone to harm my unborn child.

THWACK

I opened my eyes, my blurred vision focusing in on a figure in front of me. When it cleared. I was stunned. My hand was embedded in Undertaker's cheek...

Undertaker? He was here? With ME!?

He slowly turned his head to stare at me with his glowing eyes, showing the dark brilliance in them. My eyes went wide, my heart was racing. My hand dropped to the soft bed under me with a soft thump. I stared in disbelief. "...Y-You...Undertaker?..."

"I was wonderin' when you would awaken my dear one...I suppose I deserved that..." He said, his punched cheek turning beat red. I kept staring at him, shock over my face. Tears then began to fall from my face. "Am I dreaming?" I asked him, my eyes looking around, before blurring. I fell back onto the bed, clutching my stomach in pain. "Ugh...Fuck fuck fuck..."

Undertaker reached out, rubbing my thigh rather affectionately. "No. You're really here...You shouldn't waste your energy m'dear..." But I was stubborn. I had to talk. "Why did you leave me?" I asked, my body heaving with soft sobs.

"I never left you darling...Don't you remember?" He cooed, tilting his head to the side, his hand finding mine and grasping it gently. I was confused by what he meant. It was quite clear he had left me cold and wet in the ocean.. "W-what...What are you talking about? You left me alone..."

"I was in the window...Of course, you were half awake, so I could understand you not remembering..." He gave a cheshire smirk. I opened my eyes, looking at him in disbelief. "So...It really wasn't a dream..."

"Yes...What were you thinking, getting into arguments with the Master butler? You really are a stubborn one..." He snickered in amusement. I shot him a weak glare. "I needed someone to take my anger out on...Since you clearly were not there..." My eyes shot open in pain. I clutched my side. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME?" I screamed out, making Undertaker shush me and squeeze my hand. "The unborn child is taking all of your energy, And Physically draining you. Vampire mothers experience pregnancy differently from Humans..."

"Oh shut up. You act like you know everything. But you don't know shit. You told me I couldn't get pregnant. But low and behold I'm preggo with your child." I growled. Undertaker raised an eyebrow at the "Preggo" word. She had an interesting vocabulary.

"Everyone makes mistakes-"

"Well this was a huge fucking mistake! Don't fucking say something unless you are absolutely fucking sure about it!" I snapped, groaning and clutching my side. More tears spilled from my eyes. The pain was awful. I felt incredibly weak. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

I was sobbing hysterically now. Undertaker just watched, clearly trying to understand what I was feeling. "I felt like...I did something wrong to make you leave me...It was my fault...I wanted to end it...I wanted to kill myself again...I couldn't live without you...Even though I was pregnant and I had to live. I was being selfish. I didn't care for anyone else. I shouldn't be a mother in the first place..."

"...But you lived...And thats all that matters...This was a test to see if you could go on without me..." He admitted, letting go of my hand. I looked up at him. "...I failed then. Because I'm right here with you." I said tiredly.

Undertaker chuckled, before eyeing my stomach. I went quiet, before sitting up. I trusted him to not harm me. I trusted him to touch me. And now, I trusted him to be the father for this child. I took his hand, before setting it over my stomach. Undertaker stayed quiet, quietly listening. I shut my eyes, listening to my childs heartbeat and energy pulse.

"It's strong...Just like you..." I said to him. He didn't respond, only listened further. The fetus stirred from the energy contact. It was no doubt his child.

"So...How I got pregnant, was because I took your blood...And momentarily gained reaper powers or something. I don't know...Shit doesn't make sense to me." I shrugged.

"Or our energies were equal in that moment..." He gave a perverted grin and I pouted. "Pervy Uni...But I'm willing to listen to any opinion at this time...But first...I want to know...Did it hurt you to leave me?"

Undertaker looked at me, his green eyes staring into my soul. His aura turned a light pink again. He wouldn't answer of course. A male wouldn't naturally reveal a weakness. I scooted closer to him.
"Your aura...Speaks for itself..." I whispered to him. "You can't hide your true self...You have seven layers of Aura's...It's all completely pink..." I said, smiling. Undertaker's lips parted into a soft grin. Still, he would not answer my question. "I would need some form of compensation..." He replied in a whisper.

"Oh I'll give you one...A good whack on the fucking head." I said, pouting. Undertaker pouted as well. "The hit to my face didn't do enough?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I smirked. "Nope. I'll need some compensation as well to forgive you..." I said stubbornly, crossing my arms.

Undertaker was on the bed in an instant, hovering over me. I stared at him, obviously not afraid. He wouldn't dare harm me. I didn't really think he would harm me anyways. What was the point?
He suddenly crashed his lips upon mine. I squeaked softly, not expecting that. His tenders eyes were looking into mine again. Quickly, I could feel my anger fade and my happy blissful self coming right back. Damn, he was smooth. What a jerk. What a handsome, beautiful, jerk.

Pain ran up my back and I bit down on Undertaker's lip. But what he did next was astonishing. He groaned softly through my mouth.

I pulled away from him, giving him a look that clearly said "No".

"I'm not having angry sex with you." I said stubbornly. "I don't want to hurt the baby."

"Sex is actually more beneficial to the fetus I hear..." Grinned Undertaker, tapping his chin with a gloved hand. I gave him a look. "I'm too tired for it anyways. So knock it off. And don't call it a fetus. Call it a baby. And when it's born, You're going to be on nappy duty. Since you had to clean up peoples feces when they die. I'm sure you're very well used to it." I growled, pushing him off me and curling into a ball. Undertaker snickered. Of course he would do it. "What would we name the baby?" He asked curiously.

"If it's a girl...Darlene...After my mum...If it's a boy...I'm not sure...Maybe a Norse name, Odin. I'm very fond of Norse Mythology." Undertaker thought about it, putting his finger on his chin. It wasn't bad at all...At least it wasn't a common name.

Another question lingered on my mind...

"By the way...I never did get your real name..." I mumbled, twiddling my thumbs and staring at the wall. I felt like such an idiot.

"That requires a lot of compensation..." Undertaker said again, grinning. I so wanted to punch his fucking face right now. "Fine, you know what. How about I give you a name?" I asked him. Undertaker's mouth went into an "o" formation. Now he was curious. "And what name would best befit me?" He asked.

"Dickhead." I snorted, turning over and nuzzling my face into the pillow. Undertaker pouted then. How much punishment was he going to get from her?

"Alright alright..." I sighed. "...Ankou...I like that name...Ankou...It was the name of a Reaper in European mythology that was riding a carriage...And three men made him crash...He punished two of them, killing them. And the third...he turned him old...For he had felt terrible and helped fix the carriage..." Undertaker's eyes shifted slightly. That was a rather interesting story...What sort of world did Aurora come from? Now it was making him curious.

"Does Ankou sound alright?" I asked him, glancing at him. His eyes met my own. He then nodded. "The tale is quite amusing. I suppose it would befit me." He agreed, thinking the name over and over in his mind. "Good...because thats the only name I could think of...Ankou had the same type of scythe as you...Thats why it rung a few bells..."

"Now that's figured out, would you like a biscuit? I know you missed them deary..." Undertaker grinned. I slowly turned my head to look at him. "I would really, really, like a fucking biscuit..." I agreed, rubbing my stomach. "I'm sure the baby would too..."

"In that case, lets have dinner. It should be done about now." He said.

"Oh...Where are we anyways?" I asked, looking around. The window in the room looked old and unclean. This house was abandoned...

"Just a place I could only think of to hide in. We're both running from the law now m'dear. The child you carry is an abomination to reaper society..." Undertaker said, going to the kitchen to stir the pot.

"Pfft...That's nice...Really freaking comforting...Nobody's going to touch my child..." I said in a dark tone.

"...Our...Child..." Undertaker whispered softly, but my ears were so sensitive I was able to pick it up. I sat up tiredly. "So you've come to accept it?" I asked curiously.

"I never rejected you...Or the child..." He admitted, glancing at me.

I gave a smile. "You know...I honestly think you'd be a wonderful father...You're funny enough to be one. You're a bit childish yourself." I said, earning a small smirk on his lips. He really was.

Then, being random, I took notice of what he was wearing. He was still in the principle outfit. "...You always look good in a suit..." I mumbled, earning a giggle from him. "I aaaaalways look good~..."

"Yeah, especially in your birthday suit." I said with a perverted grin. Undertaker gave a sly grin. I snickered, clutching my sides and heaving. It was good to laugh again with him. I was alright now. As long as Undertaker was with me...I missed laughing with him. But I couldn't help thinking Undertaker was feeling a little unsure...

He came over, handing me a bowl of soup. How the fuck did he do this out in the middle of nowhere? He really was mysterious. I quickly chowed down on my soup, hoping it would help the baby. After all...all I ate was pastries...I felt terrible...

It would take a while for me to adjust being back with Undertaker...and to adjust being a mom. I was scared for the baby. I was scared he or she might not make it in this fucked up world. As long as Undertaker was here...It would be alright..

I smiled, looking at Undertaker. "You know what I've noticed...You've cut your nails...I wonder how heart wrenching that must of been to cut them to wear the gloves." I said sarcastically. Undertaker snickered softly. "I took some getting used to..."

"Yeah, now you can't scratch my back." I pouted cutely. I was glad our conversation was normal, for now. But soon, my vision shook. And my head fell back on my pillow. Undertaker watched. "Rest for now...You'll need your strength if we are to defend ourselves..." He said, his eyes looking at the foggy window.

I barely heard him. "Uh huh..." I said groggily. Undertaker chuckled, getting up to leave. When I growled. "Don't leave...Get your ass over here..." I hissed. If he thought he could get off so easily he had another thing coming.

Undertaker tilted his head, before hopping into bed lightly, barely disturbing me. I put my arms around his waist, holding him close rather tightly. He then did the same, his hands tracing circles on my back. We laid like that for a while, my hands running through his hair.

I hated how he left me behind. But yet, loved him for how he accepted that the baby was his. But that wouldn't stop me from punishing him...Nope...

I was happy again...Compete...Blissful...But what more adventures awaited me? It would be months before I would give birth...Would I be safe? Would the baby survive?

I could only hope...

"By the way, when Sebastian almost caught you on the stairs, were you running around naked?"

((AN: Hey guys. I won't be updating for a long while. Since I have no idea about the upcoming manga chapters. I won't update until the next season manga chapters are finished. NO MEANS NO. Also, my terminal illness of my eyes has gotten worse. I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this.))