((AN: This will take some explaining. There are TWO Aurora's. One from the future, the other is the present which we've been following. Some things you may not understand, because there is a mix of other things in here which involve hints towards my other fanfics. You would have to read them to understand some things.))
I have finally found you...I locked onto your energy...You gave me a ring the day you gave me that purple top hat. It helped me find you. Did you know this would happen? Undertaker?
After all this time. After all I've done. After all I've saved, after all that I have seen...It seems my journey is coming to an end. This Aurora...Whoever I am, will change after this event. If I am successful, I may cease to be in that instant. I may forget who I am, regain what I lost...Or disappear entirely.
And somehow, I am unafraid. I am too far gone in the mind to be afraid. I have faced too many horrors to fear whats in front of me. My creator...Have mercy on my soul.
"My dear Aurora, you are no longer, little Aurora..."
The two sat in silence, both of them mirroring the same expression. Both having the same posture, one leg crossed over the other in a feminine manner, fingers delicately entwined in the lap. Their eyes staring at each other. Both showing their devastating nature. They were exactly alike in everything, including age...
Undertaker's then lowered his head, pulling out a biscuit to munch on it. The female stared at him, those bloody eyes of hers stone cold. Blank. Void of anything.
But they both knew she wasn't that way.
"I suppose I should explain myself...Shouldn't I..." She started off, switching her legs. Undertaker only grinned. "I suspect it's eventful, seeing as how you have impeccable timin' luv..."
She gave a unemotional laugh. "Of course. Time is quite the funny thing when you look at it a certain way." Though her tone of voice gave no hint to it sounding humorous to her.
"Least you kept some humor to you..." He noted vaguely, his eyes hiding under his bangs. He stared off into the field, munching on his biscuit and getting crumbs on his face.
"Yes, it was quite hard considering you failed to live..." Her tone was eerily dark, as though provoking him to get a reaction.
Of course, he was not phased, he lifted his head to stare at the trees. "I told you, some people are fated to die, even an old reaper like me...Look how far you have come without me...You're still alive and well." He gave as a cold excuse.
But something was off. Something was missing here. He couldn't wrap his head around it. She continued to stare at him, her eyes unblinking. But they seemed to turn dark and void of spirit and love.
"It wasn't just you that died that day..." She hinted, a growing anger was building in her energy. Undertaker could almost smell it. Her energy...She never...
It couldn't be...
"...Where is...The child..." He trailed off, his eyes locked on the field. He didn't dare look at her. He didn't dare to look at her eyes. To see the guilt, the pain, the endless pain...He suddenly realized what was going on.
"...Killed...and the soul destroyed." Now it seemed there was a little break in her voice. But it was quickly gone.
Undertaker suddenly stiffened. His aura reflecting a bubbling black mass in The woman's eyes. There...There was the breakthrough...
"...How did this come to happen..." He asked, his voice no longer humored. No longer full of laughter. It was gone. It was barely a whisper. In fact, it sounded like it was on the verge of anger. If that was possible for him.
The woman then looked to the field, her eyes turning hazel, retaining her younger eyes. "...It happened here." She started. Recounting her memories.
"I...She was in a coma, a tranced coma. She had been greatly affected by the Mustard Gas. The curse is not a curse. But in fact, man made...But that wasn't the only thing keeping her there..."
She then stood up gracefully, almost like she floated, before standing in front of him. "You were out here, doing what you are doing now...But in a half an hour...Reaper dispatch will come...And You will die." Undertaker gave no response to this. He wasn't interested in his fate. He wanted to know about this offspring, his child.
She swayed slightly, looking almost amused. "Now, The present Aurora, whos upstairs right now, in the coma, is fighting for her life and the childs." She didn't bother to say "her child".
Undertaker was listening, his eyes were narrowed. The fact that their child wouldn't make it...
"The angel that she saw in limbo, he is back. And he has Aurora trapped in her own mind. Hes trying to kill her child, because he wants revenge. And the child is a abomination-"
"You speak as if it was not your own..." He interrupted, his voice almost scolding. Though now he was looking at her, seeing such pain in her eyes. Aurora stiffened at the interruption.
"...How long have you suffered Aurora? How long have you carried such guilt and hatred you choose to ignore this was you?" He asked softly, his voice filled with gentleness and curiosity. He was mentally surprised that the angel would go to this trouble. Pesky creatures. Though he had no clue Aurora would grow tired of how he didn't take this seriously enough.
"..." Aurora's eyes narrowed briefly, before her eyes blackened. Fangs protruded from her mouth and over her bottom lip. Veins bulged on her face. "Since you made the fatal error in bringing me to Germany to end everything we fought for." She turned away from him and walked a few paces, before turning to snap at him. Pointing her finger at him.
"Our child perished because of you, you died, because of your sick obsession with the brat Ciel. Don't ever think of pinning this on me, ever. You made the choice. And now you have to live with knowing this fact. I hemorrhaged almost to death when she died! I can no longer have children or move on. I found you, impaled and left to rot in the field! It was too late to save you! I was brought here for you! It was all for you! You selfish. Piece. Of fucking shit! I loved you, with everything I had. I followed you everywhere, because I thought I could save you and break you away from this madness!... And I was dead wrong...So fucking wrong..." She hissed.
Undertaker stared at her, his eyes showing something that had never been seen before, guilt. Pure guilt. It was a complete different side to him. As he would usually come up with a clever come back. He had nothing to say. The fact that she had come back. To see him again, to say this to him...
And the fact it was a girl...He would have had a little girl...He remembered his darling Aurora giving that warm smile in the snow.
"Claudia..."
Suddenly, there was a shimmer of lights in the air around the cottage. It was taking shape, forming, melting and thickening into a glowing static dome shield. It surrounded them, protecting them. It was unlike the bubble shields he had seen from before. This was powerful and deadly. He could feel the static in the air.
Her face soon returned to it's pale color. Her eyes no longer blackened, but their natural hazel. Her fangs gone. The veins no longer visible. Her voice suddenly turned as powerful as it could, without breaking. Though tears slipped from her face.
"I'm going to change that..."
Undertaker's eyes were wide. She was going to change their history. But that would mean she would possibly cease to be! She was going to sacrifice herself for their future!? This brought a new perspective to his Aurora. To think she would be capable of such a feat...
The endless minutes of torture, the endless seconds of burning pain in her very soul. Aurora cried out in the darkness. The angel was suffocating her, stealing her life force. Stealing away what energy she had left.
"You are ridiculously stubborn for a lost vampire. But nothing but a fledgling to me." The angel huffed, seeming to enjoy the fact that she was suffering and slowly being drained away to nothing. It was excruciating.
"Fuck...you." She hissed, her fangs bared. She wouldn't give up. She was fighting the illusions. She knew in her heart what was real. Her baby was her urge to go on. Her love as a mother, her instincts. She knew what to do. But it seemed so far...
"Just give in already, Judgment calls for you in limbo. You will not escape my final judgment again filthy fledgling." He growled, inflicting his illusions on her again. She gave a pained scream. Only a little more and he would have access to the abomination in her womb.
"It doesn't matter in the end. Your precious "old man" will perish even before you can say goodbye."
Aurora's eyes widened. The thought that her mate would die...She gave a guttural scream.
"UNDERTAAKEEEER!"
"I'm certain you know the consequences to changing our history..." Undertaker mentioned as the older Aurora opened the door to the cottage. She paused, the door halfway open. So many memories...
"I will possibly cease to be...or have no clue of who I am." She turned to look at him. "I am nothing but a ghost anyways, why should It matter anymore? I do not fear death, I died once...It's nothing compared to what I have experienced. I believe my death would be a happy release...Or even, the thought of not existing...Even better...I've lived...much too long...I've overstayed my welcome in time itself...My mind is already gone...we're all mad here...Ceasing to exist is better then what I lived through..."
A bony pale hand soon touched her face. She looked up at him, seeing he had revealed his eyes again. "...When was the last time, you felt my touch..." He asked, his voice was gentle. He noticed she was older then she appeared. The eyes told all. The fact that she she was almost cold told him she lived for a long time...And her voice took on a strange tone.
"...After five hundred years...I stopped counting." She admitted, pulling away from his touch and going inside the cottage. She didn't want to be touched. It was a violation to her. To be touched by someone who was dead, yet not...
"And yet, you haven't changed much..." He noted, though Aurora didn't answer. She spotted the stairs and began to walk up, the stairs barely creaking. He followed her, curious.
"I've brought some things...Shes incredibly weakened. I am going to have to...manipulate her turning into a pure blooded vampire." She explained, pausing in front of a door. Undertaker stood behind her, noticing how she was frozen. Possibly thinking she would see her past self and think of the horrors.
She pushed open the door slowly, her eyes slowly looking up to seeing a very pregnant Aurora unconscious in bed. She swallowed. The baby's presence could be sensed by all...
"...Is...the offspring really a she?" He asked, his voice sounding almost sentimental. She raised her brows at him. "Where you expecting a boy?" She asked, the humor was there.
He gave a cheeky grin. "Even you know the answer to that." He answered with a giggle. She rolled her eyes, before pulling out a large bag from her trenchcoat. He couldn't take anything seriously could he? Undertaker eyed it with curiosity. Aurora had this all planned?
"No. I didn't. I couldn't figure out time even after living for so long. I had tried to see if time would let me come back and fix everything, save ourselves. But nothing worked. No matter how hard I tried...It kept kicking me to other universes...I encountered you in alternative universes. I even found two vampire versions of you. They were quite sexy and dashing. Hell of a good fighter they were. But they were never MY Undertaker..." She answered his thoughts, pulling out several syringes and bottles of what looked like blood. So she could hear him...
Undertaker blinked. Him as a vampire...Not too far fetched since he liked coffins..."Did you ever encounter a alternative you?" He asked, tilting his head as she watched her fill the syringes with the dark red fluids. Aurora shook her head. "No, but I encountered several females with extraordinary abilities...Even a few of my friends..." She muttered, her fingers flicking the syringe and squirting a little bit out.
"Why not heal her with your powers?" He asked, a little suspicious.
"Because we're a paradox. Remember how I could heal others...But never myself?" She asked him, seeing him nod in revelation. "I cannot heal her, because we are one in the same. So I have to manipulate her genes...A kick starter..." She said, taking the unconscious Aurora's arm and slowly inserting the needle into her skin. There was no response from her. She soon pushed the fluid into her bloodstream.
"I have collected blood from several different universes. Each one from a powerful person or creature. Including...A pure blooded Sangiune vampire." She mentioned, sighing as she knew she had several more syringes to go through. She readied the next one.
"So you plan to turn her into a hybrid...Both a Sangiune and a Psychic vampire..." Undertaker noted, but didn't think it would be much of a problem. It would maker her more powerful, yes. But the chances of her ever getting sick and vulnerable to mental attacks were zero. Aurora soon inserted another needle in.
"It's for the best. It's to ensure she survives...She'll wake up hungry...She'll be frightened of herself. She won't want to feed on you for fear of harming you. Just do what you do best and shove your hand down her throat or something." She sighed, pressing down on the stick and slowly inserting the dark fluid into her bloodstream. She could sense a change. Her eyes glanced to her swollen stomach. There was movement. As though accepting of what she was doing. She watched the aura surrounding her stomach. It gave off a beautiful gold color. Once more Aurora readied up the next one, before jabbing it into her leg instead. This one was a special fluid. It was yellow in color. What it was, nobody knew.
"Now, it's not going to happen quick...But as soon as she wakes...I want you to flee...Flee as fast as your skinny reaper legs will take you. I will fight the dispatch in your absence." She said, taking out a bottle of pure blood. What it was from, was unknown. She popped the cap off with a loud pop, before slowly pouring it into the Unconscious Aurora's mouth. She was swallowing slowly, until the bottle was empty.
Suddenly, Both Aurora and Undertaker looked up. She sniffed, her eyes darkening. She knew that smell. "It's starting. Stay in this house, do not move around. Or everything I worked for...Will be for nothing. I mean it this time." She warned him with a menacing growl. Undertaker was one for fucking shit up for his own amusement, but this time he didn't feel so...willing.
His eyes watched her as she got up to leave. "Auroraaaa..." He sang softly, making her pause. She turned to look at him curiously, possibly knowing where this was going.
"Each of us only gets one soul...Take very...good care of yours..." His eyes were soft, gentle, loving...That aura of pink was there. He meant it...He had directed his love to her...Something she hadn't felt in a long time...
Her eyes were slightly wide, as though she was fighting her emotions. Her eyes glazed, before she left for downstairs, not saying a word. He knew it hurt her. Feeling that love again...That longing...
His eyes then shifted to his unconscious mate. He would stay watching her until she awoke. He wondered, just how much time, was on their side...
The angel of limbo waited, it wouldn't be long until she was completely drained to take the soul of the unborn. He was in extacy, watching her squirm from his illusions. It was so slow and painfully sweet. It was entirely perverse.
However it was going on longer then it should have. The damned vampire wouldn't give in. It wouldn't be long until the rogue reaper was disposed of. Working with the dispatch was a desperate last resort. But it was only a one time deal. It would never happen again...
Aurora was writhing in pain now. She was spiritually drained. She could feel how vulnerable she was becoming. Her baby...Her child was also in pain. She wept bitterly, still stubbornly trying to fight off the painful illusions. She was trying so hard to save her only child. Her mind was drifting. Her mind was becoming raped.
Everything's fading...
Silence met the old female as she waited outside the bubble dome. In the distance, in the fog, reapers were beginning to appear. Some new to the field, some old...
Her eyes turned a bloody red. She stayed still, seeming almost a statue. Undertaker watched front the dirty window. He was curious of what Aurora had up her sleeve. He knew the reapers couldn't even set foot in the house, not with the bubbleshield put up.
The reapers approached, Several of them were familiar, Eric Slingby, Alan Humphreys, Grell, and Ronald. Oddly, William was not there. Figures, probably didn't want to deal with her...
They paused in front of her, staring in confusion and awe at the dome shield around the house. This wasn't right. How was Aurora still alive?...
"Surrender yourself. The child you carry is-..." They paused, watching as she finally moved, her hand reaching into the back of her neck under her collar. Her hands gripped onto something. A smirk appeared on her lips.
It was soon revealed what it was, she slowly puled it out, revealing it to be a death scythe. The very same one that belonged to Undertaker...Only it appeared more polished then last time. It made a loud thud and dust kicked up as it hit the ground softly.
Undertaker watched from the window, eyes narrowing in perplexity. How did she get his scythe? Oh yes...He died...And she took it from his dead body...
He couldn't imagine him dying. But they way she described it seemed that he had been impaled by all the reapers at once and he couldn't dodge it...They really wanted to take him out, since he obviously wouldn't come quietly.
"This isn't the girl...Shes different...Who are you?" Eric asked her. Aurora gave a goofy smile. "Well, who else has my dashing good looks? I mean, there can only be ONE me!" She laughed, looking highly amused. The reapers stared in confusion. Of course they couldn't possibly understand her, and it made her more amused. "Can you tell me why a Raven is like a writing table?" She asked randomly.
The reapers quickly grew tired and were about to dash forward when they noticed she disappeared. They blinked in confusion. There...WAS a person there right?
"Seriously you guys." Came a voice from above. The reapers stared in shock and awe as they found her floating upside down in midair above them. "You guys need to rely more on your senses then your eyes. I could have eeeeeeeeasily taken you out. You higher ups should be ashaaaaaamed!" She blew raspberries at them, before squeaking as Grell tried to swipe at her. She obviously dodged.
"So sloppy! You can't even make a swipe at me." She laughed, though she seriously was disappointed in the lack of a challenge. It wasn't like that fight she had on the ship with Claudia and that vampiric Undertaker...Oops, spoilers.
Undertaker covered his mouth with a sleeve as he snickered away at her antics. That was definitely her. The young Aurora was still there. She was so whimsical when she wanted to be.
But suddenly, things were about to take a very bad turn. He knew Aurora had a serious dark side but she never revealed it. What came next made him tilt his head and make his eyes glow.
Aurora suddenly appeared in between them, swinging the scythe in a circular motion and spraying blood into the field of grass as she sliced the reaper's chests. The reapers screamed and fell back. They were already badly wounded and Aurora was only just getting started.
To everyone's surprise, she suddenly appeared behind Eric Slingby, grabbing ahold of his hair and opening her mouth, large pointed fangs appeared, before they disappeared into Eric's shoulder. He gave a choked scream. The madness was revealed in Aurora's eyes. She was deadly. Cold, hungry. The pulsing veins were visible in her eyes.
So she seemed to enjoy reaper blood...
What came next surprised him but barely concerned him.
Aurora barely blinked as Grell rammed his death scythe into her back, the other side sticking out of her stomach. She released Eric, but not before jumping into the air shockingly. She spin around, the force throwing the chainsaw out of her body, hitting Grell in the face with a loud THWACK. Blood sprayed everywhere. But Aurora didn't seem to be in any pain.
She rubbed at her abdomen. It was already healed. "Oh my, you almost make me want to reveal my true form. But Alas, today isn't that day." She giggled, her fingers twitching around as another bubble shield appeared around them and sealed them inside. Aurora then sat up top. "Least you get a lovely view of my tushy." She giggled gleefully and patted the dome.
The reapers tried to hack and slash at the dome, but it had no affect on the weapons. It shocked them. Their reaper scythes were supposed to be able to cut anything!
"And now we wait, Oooh the waiting. Such a lovely thing, time. Time is so complicated. And so very amusing. Stories get lost In time. Thats why we must make up our stories as we go along. Or stretch the truth. Lovely, time is. Isn't that right my creator?" The reapers stared in confusion, who was she talking to?
Undertaker's eyes then turned to stare at his unconscious mate, only to blink. The boils and wounds on her skin were fading and returning to their natural pale tone. She was healing. It was working...
My strength...It's fading...I'm not going to make it...It's...over...
Aurora laid there in defeat. The angel of limbo towering over her. It was a menacing sight. The fact he was to end them both...
"Finally. It ends now..." He pulled out a sword, a long silver sword that pulsated the white light. Judegment...was here.
Aurora's eyes glazed. It was too horrible. She was going to die...Everything...would be gone.
Suddenly, a small figure appeared in front of her. "Leave her alone..." Spoke a young childs voice.
Aurora blinked, her vision focusing on the figure in front of her. It was a small girl. With silver hair...The angel looked dumbfounded. Perhaps this was just a memory fighting.
"Meh...no matter." He sighed, swinging his sword down upon the child. The girl, in just a millisecond, reached her hands up and caught the weapon with her bare hands, static shot out of her small hands. Then, the most evil smile a child could show appeared on her face. "It's not nice to hurt momma." She smirked, her hands visibly squeezing the blade, the material creaked, beforea loud audible snap was heard. The sword then turned to dust, particles in the wind.
The angels's eyes widened. The sword wasn't the only thing turning to dust. His hands were as well. He backed up and screamed. "WHAT MAGIC IS THIS?!" He shrieked, staring at the young girl. She smiled, walking forward and poking his chest as he was frozen from fear. And soon, where she poked, was turning to dust as well. He was disappearing into nothing. "Poof!" She giggled, her voice echoing. That giggle...It sounded like Undertaker's...
The angel gave a scream. He had lost to a simple poke from the girl?! Who was she? The angel fell over into dust, nothing was left of him...
Aurora laid there, her eyes wide. This child, this little girl...
The girl smiled, turning around to face her with a bright smile, large sharp cannines showing in her wide smile. That face...Her face...
Aurora grunted as the small child helped her sit up. "Y-You...called me momma..." She stuttered, her eyes wide.
The little girl blinked, her expression showing concern. "Um...Yeah? You are my mom right?" She asked, not even subtle. Aurora's eyes suddenly turned emotional. "You're...You're Claudia..." She whimpered out, taking her face in her hands. Claudia smiled then, letting out a laugh, a familiar laugh. Her face looked so much like his...She had his eyes, his smile, his hair...His nose...She knew this was his child...
"You're so beautiful. Oh my God...Look at your face...More beautiful then I imagined..." She commented, earning another beautiful smile from her. Aurora totally ignored the fact that she had just killed a angel with a simple touch.
"Mom, you gotta wake up. Dads a waitin'..." She said worriedly, her eyes shifting to the darkness around them. Aurora swallowed, not wanting to leave her precious child. She wanted this moment to last longer. But she couldn't. She had to go.
"I love you... so much." She quickly said, earning a nod from Claudia. "I know, you tell me all the time. You gotta leave this world! Take daddy far away! Wake up!" She pleaded, gripping her shoulders and shaking her. The world flashed bright colors.
When the world of bright colors ceased to be. Aurora opened her eyes slowly. Her vision was blurred. She could barely move, yet her body felt so tensed.
Why was she tensed?
Her hearing was faint. It sounded like she was under water. Where was she? Where...
Her eyes suddenly snapped open as her memories rushed to her, along with a position she didn't expect to find herself in.
Undertaker was in front of her, his arms around her and stroking her back. His hair was tickling her. But something wasn't quite right.
She had a odd taste in her mouth. It tasted sweet, like chocolate...Mixed with...Pennies? No, that wasn't right! But thats when reality hit her.
Her teeth were sunk into his neck...Completely buried. His warm blood was filling her, soothing her. She felt warm. She felt oddly comfortable. His arms around her like that, his blood flowing into her, filling her, feeding her.
No! This isn't right! I have to let go! But she couldn't it was too stimulating. It was too filling. Her hunger wasn't satisfied. She let out a whimper. Undertaker remained still. But he quietly shushed her. LET GO! LET HIM, THE FUCK GO! THIS IS YOUR MATE! LET HIM GO!
Aurora let out a deep growl, before removing her fangs slowly from Undertaker's neck. Wait, did she growl? Oh shit he was bleeding!
Undertaker gave no response and simply covered his neck. Aurora blinked at the situation. So she was alive? Did she make it? Fuck it he was bleeding! No fucking time to think!
"Oh s-shit. U-Unnie, Hold on..." She mumbled, putting her hand over his. Their eyes locked with each other as her hand glowed. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. "...Did...We..."
"You're alive...And so is the child..." He promised and confirmed, feeling his skin stretch and heal. "I am here as well...I suppose I deserve that..." He mumbled, motioning to the bite. Aurora got up once it healed, looking around the room. She knew something was happening outside...Her eyes looked out the window, they widened slightly. There was that woman...They suddenly locked eyes with each other.
It had to be her...She had dreams about her, visions. But never thought she'd see her in reality. She wwas sitting on that dome, waiting...
"...Second time I wake up and do something aweful to yah...I think this was worse then the punch..." She mumbled, going over and taking his hand and gently licking it clean from his blood. She was still hungry...Undertaker only watched, his eyes showing some type of concern. "We need to leave Aurora. I know a place-"
Thats when it hit Aurora. They needed to get out...Claudia said to get out. Her eyes flashed. She knew where to go. "No, I have a place where we can go. We're...We're going to my home." She said with weak certainty. Undertaker stared at her. If they went to her world...
"Dear, you know you can't do that. There are still-"
Thats when's Aurora's anger lashed out. "No, we're going THE FUCK HOME!" Hissed Aurora, her fingers making a grab at Undertaker's locks of hair as they were both blinded by a flash of light. Undertaker shut his eyes, feeling wind whip at his face. Where were they going? Was she teleporting?
The Aurora who sat on the dome looked up, her eyes staring at the cottage. She had caught the flash of light. Her past self had done it...She had left this universe. She narrowed her eyes and floated up, the dome was shaking. The reapers screamed and groaned as the dome lifted from the ground, the reapers still inside.
She lifted her hand, before punching the dome. The dome was soon sent flying through the fields and over the trees. She had launched them away, sick of seeing them. She suddenly found herself breathing hard. The fog was picking up. Aurora knew her time was up. It would be only a matter of seconds before she would disappear.
Only something entirely different was to happen. She heard a voice, in her mind. "I am not unkind. You deserve this happiness." Aurora looked around. Was that really... her?...
In third person view, two figures appeared from the fog, a tall figure and a small figure of a child. Aurora's eyes widened. She knew who they were...
The creator had granted her mercy. She would not disappear. She could feel her emotions change. New memories were being added. Her old ones remained, as a reminder of her bravery. Her stubbornness to save people. Those people remained saved...
She reached her hand out to the figures. As soon as they touched her hands, her eyes closed and they disappeared in a flash of light. Nothing was left, but an old cottage and disturbed ground.
They both grunted as grass and dirt met them, Aurora landing on top of him. A few seconds went by, both of them were dizzy from the landing. They could hear loud blaring noises. Rumbling. Wind...
Slowly, they both came to, finding themselves in the middle of a field in daytime. Aurora sat up, her eyes looking around. Undertaker laid there for a few seconds. He was still wondering where Aurora got the guts to talk back to him and force him away from Ciel.
Soon, Aurora stood up, her eyes still scanning. Where were they? Where were they...Wind...But something else was there. She turned to look at her fallen mate, her eyes turning cold. But she quickly helped him up. It was hard to stay mad. But still...
"Where did you take me to now?" He asked, his fringe covering his eyes as he scanned the area. Aurora shrugged, and began to walk, Undertaker following right behind. The air felt different...
"Something about this is familiar..." She mumbled, walking across the grassy field and coming to some large hedges. She pushed them back, only to have her eyes widen. In front of her...
Aurora covered her mouth, her eyes as wide as could be. She thought she would never make it here. Not with him...
A modern house. But not just any house...
It was her mothers house, now left abandoned and alone...She was home...She had made it home...Her world...She was away from the Kuroshitsuji world. After all this time...
Undertaker stared at the building, knowing for a fact it wasn't from his time. That could only mean one thing...He was stranded with her, in her time. He would be out of place...and also away from Ciel. Aurora had forced him here. He couldn't get back...Not without her. Another form of punishment.
He wouldn't be able to reach Ciel...Not for a long...while...And thats exactly how Aurora wanted it.
((Credit to: Lucy, Jesse, OverTheLoveOfYou.))