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"You shouldn't be here," green eyes were fixated on paperwork; wedding guest lists, change of name forms...A figure dressed in black wisped past him like a breeze, long black nails met his cheek.
"I have a duty for you..." hidden eyes smirked, slightly sharped teeth formed an eerie grin. He kissed the man's cheek, "We need a-"
"That is illegal," those green eyes shot up from the desk, turning to his guest.
"Too bad, if not for me, you wouldn't have-" those eyes gleamed red behind a veil of green. The host turned his gaze to the sleeping figure in his bed, her thin, soft lips forming a smile as her dreams flew her into a sensual, erotic place. She was dreaming of him again.
"Very well...When shall it be done?" cold, green eyes were hidden by a glare of the moonlight, like said silver sheen sheathing a razor.
"When she's due..."
The days grew shorter and shorter for Grell as her belly slowly grew. Six months...Seven months...Eight months...Eight and a half, she marked on the calender. Every month, with every inch of her belly's expansion, she visited her former husband's grave. The eighth visit was today, and it was such a beautiful day. Summer was slowly coming in as Spring still clinged to the seasons' youth. It was not terribly hot out, but it wasn't chilled or evenly cool. The climate was at balance, unlike the climate in William's home. Something about the brunet had changed, he seemed almost-what was the word?-amorous. She supposed it'd have to do for now. It wasn't that she minded having a lover with such an attitude, her last husband had a rather amorous demeanor, especially in the bedroom. He had been tender while wild, loving and possessive, poetic while dark, and a Romeo to his Lady Macbeth.
William was not that at all, however kind he was to her when she needed him. When they kissed Grell felt something was wrong-he seemed hollow. It was a strange sort of hollow though; it wasn't a nervous hollow (like he didn't know what he was doing,) or a hollow that manifested emotional damage. His supposed care for her was hollow, as if he was merely echoing her needs and providing them. He had a deeper need, and it frightened her. He must've noted this because he began to act more courteous to her. At night since they first kissed he'd hold her body close and kiss her neck, breathing in her ear as if he meant to whisper something to her. During their mundane activities he'd ask her to sit in his lap, where he would touch her belly softly and kiss along her face and neck even more. She would often blush, finding it utterly intoxicating that he'd act such a way. She loved him, there was no argument. Something in his cold eyes, that hollow warmth that seeped through for her, began to bitterly bite her with a sort of frost that was even too cold to make her shiver. She started to fear him, she needed to get away. After visiting her husband's grave she decided to visit her old workplace. Thus, she picked the basket up and began to her walk.
She needed some place new to contemplate her future with William. It would allieviate her suspicions.
"Sutcliffe-senpai!" Ronald smiled as Grell happily entered the Death Row section of the Labyrinth, "My, you look stunning,"
Grell giggled flirtatuously and waved her finger at him, holding a tin of cookies in the other, "Now now...You know I'm engaged,"
"So, Spears-senpai then?" Ronald joked.
"I'm hyphenating," Grell told him, opening the tin, "Would you like a cookie? I made them myself!"
"Uh...Sure," Ronald smiled, grabbing a cookie from the tin. They tasted like rich dark chocolate and were decorated with red icing. Of course, despite Grell had conceived a child with William and was now engaged to him didn't mean she'd give up her exciting taste in red. He could remember all the times Grell had brought in certain foods deliberately because they were red. If they weren't red he'd make them red with icing or sauce, or by using red condoments. His old superior always added that extra spice to the Labyrinth, it was nice to see her again.
He swallowed, "So, what are you doing here?"
Grell winked at him, "Don't tell William, but I snuck out,"
"Snuck out?" Ronald furrowed his brow.
"Oh, it's not that he's been insufferable...Just strange..." Grell shrugged, nibbling on a cookie.
"Insufferable? Strange?" Ronald echoed, "William can be a bore, rather is a bore...But what do you mean, sen-pai?"
Grell shrugged again, "He's changed, like my becoming a woman has made him different. He kisses me now (and he is a great kisser~!) and holds me like we were making love...Just stranger,"
Ronald looked even more confused, "But you and William were together before your change? Weren-"
"Ah! Grell!" Gregory called from down the hall. With a smile he approached her, "You look simply radiant,"
He touched her belly softly, "And how is your son?"
"Daughter!" Grell emphasized, "Why does William go around saying it's a boy? Honestly..."
"Oh, he's a man," Ronald chuckled, patting her shoulder, "Every man wants a boy to teach the trade,"
"Well, it's a girl," Grell rubbed her stomach, "And her name is Undrea,"
She paused for a moment, holding the cookie tin up to Gregory for him to take one of the chewy pastries. He politely declined, Grell cleared her throat, "So, where's Alan and Eric?"
"Eric is doing his rounds, and Alan had to take a few files to the Labyrinth Division," Ronny told her, "William is looking into Hannah Anafeloz's file, he's still trying to figure out what happened to Jim Macken...Some new discoveries show she might've been involved,"
"Such a dedicated man," Grell swooned softly, "However insufferable he may be...I tell you, he is dying to get me in bed!"
She nudged Ronny in the ribs, "Of course, Ronny would know that better than anyone. Such a lady's man, if only you had come to me that night~!"
"Too much information!" he covered his ears.
"Oh Ronny, don't-Ah..." she grabbed her stomach, dropping the tin.
"Are you okay?" Gregory grabbed her shoulder and upperarm, as if trying to hold her up.
"I...I think it was just a kick..." she took a deep breath, "Yes, just a kick...Ah!"
She squeezed her eyes shut, "No...No...It's too early...It's two weeks early!"
"Grell!" Ronald caught her as she fell back onto the floor, screaming as the contractions came hard and fast.
"Call William!" she screamed, fluid leaking down her legs and onto her dress, was that blood?
Blood was everywhere, soft green eyes slowly closed, "...Er...ic..."
Grell was wheeled into the Infirmary, holding Ronny's hand tight as Gregory cut off her undergarments and the excessive length of the skirt, "Ahhh! Something wrong! She's not moving!"
"Don't panic!" Gregory propped her legs up, "The contractions are too close, this is going to be a heavy birth. I need you to relax,"
"Oh God! Where is William? She's not moving!"
A crescent-shaped razor tore into his abdomen, revealing his intestines and ribcage. The razor's procurer snapped away his bones, getting to his heart which was slowly losing its beat and strength. He reached in with his hands, allowing the Cinematic Record to glide past his limbs and glow blue, he delved deeper and dragged out the soul.
"Keep pushing!" Gregory told her, "The head's coming, I see it!"
"Ahhhh!"
"It's alright Grell!" Ronald wiped the sweat from her head, "William will be here soon to see his baby! It's alright!"
"Wahhh!"
His body lay limb, organs pulled out...A demon's lunch...His soul stashes away.
"A beautiful baby girl!" Gregory smiled.
"Undrea?" Grell smiled softly, weakly staring up at her newborn as Gregory cut the cord, "Undrea..."