Next update! And don't worry, this is still an UndertakerxGrell ficcy!

"Where did you find him?" a body bag was being wheeled into the Labyrinth Division's Autospy room. With it, a funeral dirge played in the background, a sorrow clung to the black vinyl of the case.

"About a mile away, Willam found him on the way to the Labyrinth. His woman went into labor while visiting," one of the investigators told his cohort as he was about to unzip the body bag, "Careful, the guys who zipped him up said his entrails were piled back into his chest cavity. Looks like another demonic attack. William tried to save him by recovering his Cinematic Record, but the demon had taken his memories as well as his emotion,"

"Who was the poor fellow again?"

"Alan Humphries. Whatever killed him took the Thorns too," they opened the body bad, a pool of blood spilling from the slit, "No demon in their right mind would take the Thorns back,"

"I'm sorry I wasn't here," William apologized, hair wet from being freshly cleaned. Grell ignored him somewhat, smiling softly down at her baby's tranquil face. She was so small and adorable, and she had her papa's cheekbones and near deathly pale skin! Her eyes were closed so she couldn't see the color, but she hoped Undrea had her papa's eyes. Aside from that, she had Grell's delicate chin and neck, and a lighter shade of red hair decorated her small head. She cooed softly in her sleep, exhausted from being brought into the world. The best part was that Gregory concluded Undrea was a pure-reaper, just as Grell had told the Board.

"Grell?" William touched Grell's hair, she looked up at him.

"Yes?" she asked peacefully.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here," William repeated himself, "Gregory told me that you labored well though,"

"The way you speak," Grell giggled, "But, why weren't you here?"

William was silent for a moment, taking into account of the shock of his reason. He straightened his tie, fixed his glasses, and inhaled deeply, "Grell, when on my way I came across Alan Humphries, at least what was left of him,"

Grell's eye widened considerably, "W-Was he attacked by a demon?"

William nodded, "He had been mutilated and his soul taken, just as the mortician's had been."

"Do they think the demon is the same who killed the mortician and raped me?" she asked.

"They're searching, but that is all I know," William told Grell, cupping her chin, "But that is not why I'm here. I came here to see you and...my...daughter,"

Grell looked back at Undrea, "Yes, your daughter, Undrea Spears,"

The title would be legitimized in two weeks when the wedding was scheduled.

"Undey~!" Grell cooed, skipping toward him as she cradled their newborn in her arms. He was sitting in a field, the spring flowers had just come out of blood and their petals were spread out; absorbing the heat and passion of the sun. The wind was blowing gently, thus the tall grass and flowers were brushing up against her legs and her lover's chin as he sat, facing away from her, "Undey~! Love...Say something!"

She sat down next to him, nuzzling his shoulder and awaiting his response, "This is our daughter, Undrea!"

"Get out..."

"Hm?" she furrowed her brow. The baby started to weep, she screamed. It was her husband; his face was gray and black, his eyes eated out by maggots that were crawling out of the cavities. She screamed; trying to escape as his bony, half-eaten hands that grabbed her wrists. He opening his mouth, his throat and tongue eaten out by worms, "Get out!"

Grell closed her eyes, there was a baby screaming. She looked down, she was on her husband's grave; her legs were spread wide as she held the space between her thighs. She was in labor, she had to keep pushing, the child was almost free. She continued to push, blood continued to flow out of her...The child...The child wasn't there! What was she holding that looked so monstrous?

Waahhh!

"Undrea!" Grell screamed as she awoke; she was relieved, she was still in the infirmary. She tried to sit up, she was numb. She turned her head toward the shoulder that bore the scar. Her entie right side felt tingly, yet in a way she couldn't feel it. She thought for a moment that she had slept funny when she noted she couldn't feel the right side of her neck and her right ear-like she was having a stroke. She was sweating; she was having an attack. She hadn't had any when she was pregnant, now she was? She closed her eyes, "Gregory...William...Help..."

There was no response, "Gregory! William! I can't feel my right side! Help!"

"Grell," Gregory entered the room, "It's alright,"

He gently grabbed her right shoulder, squeezing her wrist everso softly, "Can you feel that?"

"No," Grell panicked, "Am I dying?"

"No Grell," Gregory assured her, turning to the medical cabinet adjacent to Grell's bed, "You're just having an attack,"

"Why now?" she questioned, voice still heavy with panic as she tried to calm herself, "I didn't have one attack since my husband's funeral...Why now?"

"You gave birth only a few hours ago, Grell. Your body is trying to recover and your nerves are naturally responsive," he solaced, removing a syringe and vile from the cabinet. He began to file the syringe with its content, "The Divison stocked your medicine here. Since you've given birth you can take it now, just relax,"

Grell looked to her left, where was Undrea? She had Gregory bring the 'incubator' in here so she could keep an eye on her baby, "Where's Undrea?"

She hissed as Gregory injected the drug into her neck, obviously he intended to inject the fluid into her jugular so it could spread into her system faster, "Undrea? Oh, she started crying shortly before you woke up. Poor dear was hungry, William had brought some formula so we heated a bottle,"

"Formula?" Grell growled, shooting up from her bed despite her right side was still numb, "My baby drinks from my breasts! Not formula! And where the hell did he get formula?"

"You're kidding me?" Gregory chuckled, touching her still partially paralyzed shoulder, "He stocked some here when you two announced your engagement. He's been coming here a few times out of the work week to learn how to take care of infants. I'm the only one he really knows who's had that sort of experience. You didn't know? When he brought you here for physical therapy he'd be taking a lesson from me,"

Grell shook her head, groaning in frustration, "Men...I'm going to find my baby and feed her! And why didn'the just learn with me? His maid knows how to take care of babies, she taught me,"

"Grell, please stay down. The drug will take a few minutes to work, I'll go get William,"

"F-fine!"