((CREDIT TO JESSE, RAZZEEBERRY, AND OVERTHELOVEOFYOU. THIS IS THE COOLEST CHAPTER WE HAVE MADE AND A HUGE STEP.))
William was walking up and down the halls at the reapers library, trying to see if there was any book for the vampire that was Undertaker's partner. But could find none. Nothing about her existence was there at the library. He almost inwardly cringed as he heard Grell's voice.
Grell, who had been stuck on desk work again for something or other was whining endlessly about how heavy these books were. "I can't keep lifting these heavy things all day, I've got to watch my girlish figure...
He simply rolled his eyes. "Keep whining like that and I'll have to further demote you..." He said with irritation. He kept walking, trying to find any hint towards the vampires existence. "Very odd indeed..."
Grell was about to pout and whine some more, but paused when he heard Will continuing to mumble studiously. "What's so odd?"
"That there is no record of the vampires existence here in the library, not even of her human record...That can only mean she is not from this dimension..."
"Wow... that really is different..." Grell observed, agreeing with Will's original notion. "Need an extra hand?"
"Yes, trying finding if there is any notes taken of something entering this dimension about Nine months ago." He said, adjusting his glasses again.
Grell nodded and scurried off to search up some references.
He was thinking hard. It was the only logical explanation. That she wasn't from this time at all, but from anothers...Only the notes would prove that. And how did a vampire come to be pregnant with a devine child? This happened once before, but the child was killed humanely once born. They could not let an abomination be born into this realm. It was against all laws of being a reaper.
Strangely for Grell, he seemed to actually have something useful in his hand, "This might have what we're looking for. It mentions a mysterious incident about the same time frame you mentioned."
William took the note book, reading it closely. "A portal opened on that very same day...But no one knows who opened it. Yes, that explains it." He said, like it wasn't a big deal. "Now we need to find a way of capturing them both. The vampire needs to be dealt with first."
"You forget who we're also dealing with... Do you really think we could separate him from his companion?" Grell said, remembering the last encounter.
William slowly looked up, sensing something entering their dimension. "It appears we have a lice infestation..."
A bright light appeared, and to everyone's surprise, an angel was standing there, with long violet locks and gold tipped wings. He wore an unusual garment, which reached down to his ankles. "I have a proposition..." He said with a smirk.
.../\/\/\...
"Aurora, why do you always find yourself in trouble..." Murmured a un-amused Undertaker, who was sitting in a chair next to a unconscious Aurora in bed. It had only been a few hours since she was affected by the miasma. She was stable. It seemed the only thing keeping her alive was their unborn child. The heartbeat was still going strong. What had Aurora seen out in the woods? He did sense a creature fleeing the scene...
His hidden eyes looked at his unconscious mate. She looked so horrible covered in the boils. It looked like it hurt. He easily sympathized since he could not get sick. He was a divine creature, something that could not die so easily, or get sick at all. Granted, they did stop breathing some times in their sleep but that never killed them.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. How she became pregnant was because she drew in his divine essence. His blood. And his other unmentionable essence. So if he shared his blood again...
He reached into his suit, pulling out the small dagger. The very same one he had used before. His eyes glowed brightly, reflecting on the weapon clearly. He then pressed the blade down into the palm of his hand, making a small incision. Blood seeped from the wound. But Undertaker was quite used to pain. This was nothing. And he would heal quickly. He leaned over Aurora, gently opening her mouth and letting the blood drip into the back of her throat. "Never seen you quite so easily defeated..."
Aurora suddenly swallowed on reflex, surprising Undertaker. So she was still responding. But her own heartbeat was faint. Now that she had his blood, she would absorb all the energy from it. Since she was unconscious, she could not draw energy from the elements around her. She continued to swallow as blood dripped. Until his wound finally sealed up, leaving a small scar.
Hopefully it was enough. His eyes traveled down to her swollen tummy. He reached out, gently stroking her stomach, watching in delight as the baby reacted by kicking against his hand, a tiny little foot visible. The baby knew he was there. The baby was strong. And the blood supply going through it was keeping Aurora alive. He remembered a almost fading memory he had with Aurora when they were in that cottage.
.../\/\/\...
"Stop poking me there. I'm ticklish!" Whined a tired Aurora. She was trying to nap but he was so persistent on playing with the baby. "Mommy's tired and needs a naaaaaap." She giggled out as he poked her again.
He snickered. "Aawwww, but what if the baby needs attentioonn?~ After all, they arre easily entertained~" He poked her belly where he knew she would be ticklish and at the same time would make the baby respond. "Besides, babies are comforted by a mother's voice, you knooow~ It's like a little lullaby to theeemmmm~"
She squeaked out and giggled. The baby kicked, a tiny foot visible. "Okay okay. You can play with it. It's obviously awake and wants to play." SHe laughed.
He grinned as he started to trace patterns over her belly. Giggling, he made sure it would keep the baby awake. "Ohh? Seems like someonneee wannts to plaaay~" He snickered as he started to poke her belly before tickling her. "Also, you might wanna watch your dieet, Aurora? It might affect the baby's grooowth! What about some miilk, hmm~?" He teased her for a reaction, especially the baby's. He wondered if the baby could sense or even react to the emotions of the mother.
She squealed out as she was tickled but the subject about the diet...
She growled softly, Her weight was a touchy subject. "My diet is just fine..." The baby kicked hard against his hand then, seeming to be annoyed as well.
"Alrighhht, no need to get touchyy~! After all, you do look adorable~" He snickered in amusement. Such trivial things that set her off. He started rubbing her belly, mind wandering. What worried him was what would happen if Aurora were to give birth.
She pouted. Mumbling how he quickly saved himself with such compliments to her. She watched as the baby kept kicking and punching where he was touching. "It really loves you..." She said, smiling a little.
He smirked. "Of course, why wouldn't it." He snickered, revealing his eyes, looking at her before returning them to its former position at her belly. "Tell me, m'dear. Do you plan on staying here, even after the supposed end of the storyline? And if I were to die, would you remain here, or return to your own time and move on without me?" He pondered over such. He wouldn't be surprised if his end were near. Especially since over time, he has become well known with "wear and tear." He knew he wasn't an exception unless higher ups had more in store for him. But the baby's welfare mattered to him, and he supposed it be best to focus on the now and worry about tomorrow later. He smiled, oh the fun they would have. A smirk tugged at his lips, especially if he could convince her to have a few more little ones running around.
She stared at his eyes, still having that feeling in her chest when she saw them. Why did he always ask these ridiculous questions when she was obviously trying to enjoy what time they had together. "...I would stay here...Until I couldn't stay any longer...And go back to my...hateful world...To protect the child..." She couldn't imagine losing Undertaker. He was her whole world. "You're not going to die..."
He half grinned wryly. "There's no telling what fate has in store for me. However, I wonderrr, would you do me the honors of prettying me up before my funeraalll?~ Hihi, only seems right to me," he giggled, not staying long in that tense moment. After all, he knew how much Aurora depended on him. He couldn't let her down, now that they'd come this far. After all, the world was cruel and unforgiving. She'd seen it firsthand. It seemed he was the only reason she deemed life worth living for.
She looked saddened at the idea of having to fix up his body after death. "I've learned from the best...Yes...But that's not going to happen. I've come too far...You're meant to be here..."
He smiled. He was right. She wasn't ready yet. Oh well, hopefully there was still time to spare before his end would come. Until then, he would make the best of it, just like he's always done. He hugged her to his chest as if protecting her from the bad things to happen. After all, the world was already chaotic, they were just adding more to it. His mind then wandered over to the Earl and his butler. As much as he'd admit, he didn't like to see such a soul as the little Earl's be lost to one such as Sebastian. He'd need to figure out a way to get Sebastian out of the picture although he knew he couldn't interfere with the Earl's decisions. After all, he wasn't the one in control of his life, but he hoped to allow the Earl to be able to enjoy what was left of his life and let go of the silly notion of vengeance with the demon pushing his way into the boy.
She let out a small squeak at the hug. His aura was showing worry. "I want to have a life with you...Have more children...Not live in fear...The baby needs a father...DO you understand?" She asked him softly.
Pulled away from his own little world, he looked at her with a smile and nodded before nuzzling her and hiding his face in her neck, breathing in her scent. He fingered her hair as he thought about how they would grow a child if they were outcasted to the reaper society. He didn't expect the child to grow in favorable conditions, but at least he could make them suitable in a way that it wouldn't overwhelm the poor baby. After all, there was no telling what was to come.
She laughed softly. "You can be so cuddly some times...It's adorable..." She smiled, but it was shortlived as her cellphone in her bra started vibrating. "I haven't gotten a call in months..."
He snickered before smirking at her. Interested, he tuned his hearing to find out what the topic would be and who was calling. After all, there wasn't much in the old house that captivated his attention.
"Oh...Hi Michelle...I'm alright...I'm here with my...Hubby..." She heard a questionable Michelle on the other end. "You know...remember that weird facebook post I made?"
Undertaker could hear her being sarcastic and asking a very rude question if she was on drugs from her end. He gave a snicker, some drool escaping his mouth. Aurora gave him a glare. "Fucking really? Get yo ass on Skype. I don't even fucking know how I have data here."
Undertaker merely raised an eyebrow at her language toward her friend. He understood some forms of technology. But this "Skype" that she spoke of always confused him.
Soon, a ringing sound was heard on her phone and she tapped the screen. A voice was heard on the phone. "Okay, what kind of crack are you smoking? Seriously, you're not making any sense."
Aurora simply rolled her eyes and turned the camera on, making it face Undertaker. Suddenly, Michelle went quiet.
"...!...O-Oh." She said suddenly. A snort escaped Aurora. "Yeah. See, hes not a cosplayer. You can tell by the clothing. It's older. And...Can I see your eyes sweetie?" She asked him. Undertaker wasn't so sure. But he knew Aurora would start fussing.
He removed his hat, before pulling his bangs back. Aurora stepped closer, getting the camera right up to his face. Undertaker looked weary of the device. So far, he thought it a pest. It would ring at the most worst of times.
"...Oh my god..." She managed to whisper out. "You're really gorgeous..." Aurora rolled her eyes. So many people said that. Undertaker simply snickered, covering his mouth with his sleeve. "When the hell can I come to that world?!" She asked, sounding desperate almost. Aurora blinked. "I don't even know how I managed a trip here. I don't know how I got here. But when I figure it out, I'll have us both come see you. And maybe peek at your fanfics." She teased.
Michelle suddenly sounded sheepish. "Uh...No..." Aurora snickered, knowing how that would go down. Most likely Undertaker would find it amusing and creative. "Alright thats enough of his pretty face." She said, sensing a tiny bit of annoyance from Undertaker. "Aw...Shit. I got work...I have to go." Michelle said, sounding sad. Undertaker put his hat back on with a soft thump. Humans and their strange devices...
.../\/\/\...
Grell gritted his shark like teeth, he's had a horrible opinion of angels, "What do you want?"
The angel turned to him, showing just how gorgeous he was. He was definitely different from other angels. If not for him being angel, Grell would had been all over him. "I was in limbo when the vampire appeared. When she was about to go to the depths of hell, a portal opened up and she escaped judgement."
That was a startling revelation. "How is that possible?" Asked Grell, never once hearing of such a thing.
William narrowed his eyes. "It's not...It was either by her own will, or someone did it for her. But she cannot escape judgement so easily. No mortal can escape it." He interrupted. The Angel nodded, his hair swaying. "I believe I can capture them for you. I can enter dreams. I can go undetected. My resources tell me that the vampire has entered a coma from a miasma."
Grell looked suspicious. "I'm still not sure about this. We're dealing with someone quite well-known in our realm, someone quite powerful. If we crossed him... well... it might not end well." He was referring to Undertaker.
"He won't fight if we have the vampire in our control." Said the Angel with a grin. That changed the game around. Undertaker had serious weak spots. If his lover was controlled by something, Undertaker would possibly give up and let himself be taken in. But then there was that other possibility...He would run.
"I don't know..." Grell mused, not wanting to trust the angel. Angels were nothing but full of lies and deceit. They claimed to be pure but were the opposite.
William thought about it. "We don't normally converse with Angels...Nor work together. But this is an emergency." He admitted. "We shall accept this offer." He said. The angel grinned madly. "You shall not regret this." He said as he disappeared. Grell huffed, his mouth turning to a frown. "We can't seriously trust him."
"Of course not. But it may be the only way of capturing them."William sighed. "Go gather Ronald Knox, Alan Humphries and Eric Slingby. We'll need as much back up as possible." He said as he walked off. Grell pouted then. William was so fashionably cold.
.../\/\/\...
"...Am...I...Dead?"
Aurora stared into the blank darkness. A chill coming over her. Last thing she remembered was she had gotten sick from the miasma, then fainted in Undertaker's arms. She hoped everything was alright. And that the life in her was alright.
SO far, she had been unable to wake up. But she was fully conscious in her dream. But she assumed she was in a coma like sleep which explained how she was unable to wake up. She remembered the forest, the horrified look on her loves face. The hurt in his eyes...
"Well well, seems the sneaky vampire managed to get away! Tell me, how's the second chance for life been? Or are you rather eager to abuse it again?" He sneered, circling Aurora. In his opinion, she belonged to writhe in the flames of Hell. How naive.
Aurora's eyes widened, she knew that voice. That was the angel from limbo. She slowly looked up at him. "What are you doing here?" She seethed, her power flaring. This wasn't good. Last time she met this bastard of an angel he was trying to send her into hell. She honestly thought she had seen the last of him.
"My my, rather childish of you. Come now, can't we have a chat?" He appeared in front of her for a moment, leering before vanishing. This would amuse him to no end. "And you still haven't answered my question, child." Such a waste of time, but patience was a virtue. He was an angel, wasn't he? He would make sure his actions proved it.
"My second chance at life has been fulfilling, to say the least. But it's not over yet." She said with confidence. "I haven't abused anything." She chuckled.
"You're rather confident about that, aren't you? Got a man to love you, happy life, are you sure about that? After all, you're rather
suicidal. Who's to say it won't happen again?" The angel could care less really, he was just abiding his time.
She went quiet, staring at the Angel. There was that moment...That horrific moment when she thought she would end it all. Because Undertaker had left her. She thought she had done something wrong. Something to make him leave her. But it had been all a test...
"Nah, I'm more fond of staying alive." She admitted, rolling her eyes. Was she blowing this angel off? Yes she was...
"Really? I'm surprised. Someone's gone all goody! Tell me, is it worth more than a safe place, a sanctuary? A place where there's no more pain, suffering, is it really worth that much?" He appeared once more. "Wouldn't it be better if you just stayed in eternal rest?" The angel raised an eyebrow.
"Uh no. Don't think so. I worked hard to be with my reaper...And I plan to be a mother. So no."
However, from what I see, all you bring is pain and misery." He crafted a vision within her mind, a vision of her child dying, Undertaker bathed in his own blood, dying at the hands of... Aurora. "Really, what are you worth but just a miserable child who doesn't belong here, hmm?"
Her eyes went wide and she shook her head. "You are a liar. Thats not going to happen. I bring joy to my reaper. I'm the reason he smiles. His aura is not lying to me. That aura never lies." She narrowed her eyes.
"Are you sure you aren't seeing illusions? Way I see it? He's just putting up with you and your drama. Really, what makes you think you're worth the time and effort? After all, you just invade personal lives. What makes you so special?" He smirked. She'd start doubting herself around now.
"...You are nothing to me, angel. He loves me. And if he had a problem, he would had told me months ago. Because I know him...Inside and out...And even though I don't know his past, I don't care. And I just told you, his aura doesn't lie. So don't repeat yourself. And I won't get nasty."
"Really now? You haven't seen half of it." He conjured up an illusion in which Aurora partook in, forced to see her baby's death, Undertaker's pain, deceived in her brain that she was the culprit of it all. "Believe me this, Vampire! Your rightful place is within the flames of Hell! Your soul isn't even worth the time to save nor spare!" Venomous-like, he formed a sword, impaling it through her abdomen. "Your presence sickens me. Time I dealt with it."
Aurora gave a scream as the intensity of the pain she was feeling. She wouldn't give up. Never. She had a family to protect. She couldn't give up...She wanted to see Undertaker's face.
"Ankou...Ankou where are you?"
.../\/\/\...
Undertaker stepped outside, for once, enjoying what sunlight there was. He sighed, going over to a rickety old bench and settling down onto it. "Old bones..." He mumbled quietly. He knew he had to wait for his little vampire to wake up. He knew she couldn't die. It was impossible for her to die from this as her body regenerated. His hands fondled the lockets that had been returned to him. His mind was wandering. Far into the past. His silver hair almost seeming to be glowing in the light. He remembered a conversation he had with Aurora when they stayed in that cabin.
...
"Those lockets. Theres something weird about them...I...I tried to kill myself...And the lockets fell in front of me...but only Claudia's was facing me. All the others were faced the other way...Something is trying to tell me something and I don't know what it is. " Fussed Aurora, who was running her fingers through her long locks of hair nervously, pulling out strands along the way.
Undertaker stopped her, grabbing her hands with his cold ones, his eyes revealed and glowing at her with a gentle passion. "But it's not her...That is impossible. Her soul was collected...She cannot be in the mortal realm my love." He explained, his aura was changing colors. And Aurora was trying to decipher what he was thinking. She could see Guiltiness, Sadness, resentment, hope, love, want. All of which made sense since the topic was about his past lover. Aurora wasn't so sure about Claudia being really dead. Something was going on. But did it really matter at the moment?
Soon, Aurora smiled, holding his hands. "Well...I guess it doesn't matter right now...We got a baby to think about...We got to think of a way to raise the baby safely..."
Undertaker already though of a way. "We'll travel across the world...Meet new people...Find places to hide. It will be a learning experience for the baby..." Aurora perked then. "You called it a baby...Instead of a fetus..." She smiled wide, putting her arms around his neck. He gave a chuckle, smiling himself. "Because you will berate me until my ears go deaf." He explained, sighing in delight as she ran her fingers through his untamed hair.
Aurora had a fascination with his wild hair. It was so beautiful. She was always tempted to brush and wash it. Undertaker could only oblige. He loved the attention he got from her. She unconsciously started to braid the back of his hair, being gentle. Undertaker smiled softly, feeling his skin tickle with her gentle touch. He tilted his head, letting his eyes be revealed to her. Aurora paused what she was doing, staring at him.
"Something the matter?" He asked her, his eyes giving off that glow...That beautiful bright glow of brilliance and madness. Aurora felt her chest tighten. She swallowed softly and continued on with the braiding. "No. I'm fine." She said. Undertaker always wondered if he was scaring her when he did this. But once she was done, she was smiling. "You're so handsome." She mumbled softly.
He gave a soft giggle. Almost feminine like. He was so changeable and one time she caught him trying to wear a dress. Not that she stopped him or anything. She was laughing like a mad woman the whole time. And Undertaker would sometimes go into this "Chibi mode" where he would look so cute and cover his mouth with a sleeve. And would almost appear shorter then normal. She kept forgetting this world was technically an anime world. Where anything could happen. But without the cartoon like appearance. There was no law of physics here...
She gave him a look that clearly showed she was worried about something. His eyes scanned her face. She would go quiet, as though she was in deep thought. But when in actuality. She was fighting her depression. Her eyes moved back and forth, as though she was remembering something.
Undertaker reached out and gently touched her cheek. Aurora snapped out of it, looking completely hurt about something. Those eyes she had seemed almost so old. Like she had been fighting her depression for such a long time.
And the saddest part of it all was her eyes that also showed a pleading look. She was pleading for help. Something to snap her out of it. Something to give her hope. Something to break her out of this mental trap she caught herself into. Depression was a disease, something that could not be overcome on ones own.
Aurora then realized she had been caught by Undertaker's look. He had seen that hurt in her eyes. She didn't want him to see this. She didn't want to force her hurt onto him. That wasn't her. She loved him so much. She shook her head, feeling herself moving back. "I'm sorry..."
Undertaker said nothing. His eyes were fixated on her own. His hands reached out, and before she could protest his offered comfort, he crushed her into his chest. A surprised cry escaping her lips. She didn't want Undertaker to see her depression, not with so little time she supposedly had with him. But the thought of her not being with him hurt her so much.
His voice was gentle. A whisper in her ear. "You cannot simply ignore the pain in your heart. You need to resolve it." He said, his hands gently rubbing her back. Aurora suddenly sniffed. The hurt was heard clear in her voice.
"Not until you understand how much how much you are loved."
He furrowed his brows, confused on what she meant by that. He knew he was loved by her. Aurora gripped his shoulder. "I might have not had been the one you would have spent your life with. It could had been anyone...You are loved by so many people in my world...And of all people to be your mate...why did it have to be me?" She asked softly, tears falling from her face.
His eyes looked slightly wide, as if surprised to hear such a statement. She sounded as though she was guilty of being his lover. He certainly wasn't. Aurora tried biting back more tears. "I don't deserve you. I am not perfect. I don't deserve the happiness you gave me. But you keep me anyways. Why?" She asked. "Why do you persist on loving someone like me? I am nobody..."
A low chuckle stopped her from speaking. "Wherever are you getting this from, little Aurora? You speak as though I am perfect. When I am nothing of it. Every creature out there has flaws. Your world is full of twists and turns. And you seem to rely more on perfection then anything else. When you can never be perfect. Not even an angel." He spoke with that darkening voice, not to hurt her, but to snap her from her demented way of thinking. "And quite frankly, I would had rather the person to be mine be you."
Aurora was looking over his shoulder, trying to avoid his stare. "You try not to look at my eyes because you don't want to rely on my looks. It confuses you, doesn't it? Natural Beauty throws you off. You have a heart Aurora. You care more about my personality then what you see in front of you..." He said gently, his hands now petting her cheek. "Stop degrading yourself to their level...And just be you." He cooed softly.
Aurora let out a shaky sigh. There was one thing on her mind right now. She had put this off for far too long. Her voice cracked as she pleaded. "I want you...Please..." She couldn't help it. It was like an ultimate comfort.
His eyes turned soft then. He had been waiting for this. "Only if you shed no more tears..."
He shifted his body forward, pressing his lips to hers. This time he was more gentle. His long braid fell from his shoulder, gently tickling the side of her face. He could taste her tears. She had really felt hurt. He had always wondered what caused this intense deep emotions.
He then pushed her back onto the bed, hovering over her like the dominant male he was. Aurora didn't care that she was pregnant. Being pregnant and having sex was perfectly fine with her. It wouldn't hurt the divine child. "I love you...So much..."
.../\/\/\...
Undertaker's eyes blinked at the fond memory. When Aurora was going to wake, he wanted to create even more memories like that with her. Though he wouldn't admit that to her...
Crunch crunch...
He briefly looked up, seeing a cloaked figure passing by like he was no big deal, until it paused, the head turning to look at him. The face was shrouded by the cloak. It then tilted it's head. Undertaker should no reaction. He would had known if this was dispatch. "Would you mind if I took a seat next to you?" Asked the weary traveler. The voice sounded oddly familiar.
The Undertaker tilted his head as he grinned. "Don't mind at all if you do. And what brings you here?" This traveler was oddly dressed. Almost like...
"Old friends...memories...And a need to keep moving." The figure answered, taking a seat next to him. The traveler was obviously a woman. An older woman, around his age. As she sat down, her cloak was pulled up a little, revealing her strapped boots, which looked exactly the same as Undertaker's, only had more wear and tear on them.
Puzzled, he took notice of her boots. Oddly enough they were similar. He grinned maniacally, amused by the turn of events. "And these memories of yours, you hold rather dear, don't you?" Ooh, it was coming. He had a good idea of who it was. "But tell me, what made them so precious? Such a treasure to keep? If you don't mind me asking." This was just getting more and more intriguing by the moment. This woman, was so eerily like someone he knew. And he could not deny it.
"Prime...laughter..." She said in a dark tone, though it sounded like she was daring to laugh. "Such amusing memories...Full of action...passion...And love...Hi...hihiihi...It is my treasure..." She giggled softly under her hoodie. Yes, this was here...most definitely her...No one else could have an answer like this. "My beautiful treasures..."
"And tell me, dear, was it all worth it in the end?~ All worth holding on to and not letting go? But, of course, laughter comes but a fleeting moment shared within coincidence of circumstances, isn't it? He he, tell me, m'dear, what really happened to cause such a dear one as you to have altered shockingly between now and what's to come.~" With a creepy grin, he rested his chin on steepled hands as he studiously drank in her appearance. Such an interesting outcome, but what made her come to this? Although her habits mirrored his, somewhat, he couldn't help but think what caused such a result. Maybe something to look further into. Perhaps.
"It was worth it...Everything...Such beautiful moments..." A gust of wind blew past them, blowing her hood off, revealing her face. Her eyes were a bloody glowing red with the black circle around the iris. Her hair long and red and seemed to defy gravity. Her eyes slowly looked up at him, revealing the madness behind them. She was in her mid thirties. Or possible late twenties. It wasn't that much important."Was I...worth it to you?...Old Man?"
Undertaker stared at her, that face mirrored his own in so many ways, all the way down to his madness. There was no denying it. There was no brushing it off. The laughter almost died in his voice.
"My dear Aurora...You are no longer 'Little Aurora'..."