The Undertaker's shop looked darker than usual to William. However, this visit was different. This time; the reaper was carrying his beloved to the shop, in hope to restore life (Oh the irony). This was William's last option.
The door creaked as William pushed it open. The lights were off (like they were ever on XD) and the candles were burnt out.
"Undertaker, are you here?" William's voice was shaking. Just then, the lid of a dark grey coffin flew open.
"Hehehehe! Why hello there William! How can I be of assistance~?" Undertaker giggled. The stoic man simply laid Grell's limp body on a table. The happy expression that seemed cemented to his pale face, vanished, "Oh my,"
"Bring him back, I need him. Please Undertaker," William was practically tapped his chin with a long black nail.
"Wait here," The silver haired reaper muttered. Undertaker walked into a back room,William waited anxiously.
Undertaker dug through drawers and cabinets, searching for that special potion. The retired reaper had one thing that could bring Grell back, but it was risky. You see,this potion hadn't been used in thousands of years. This substance was also known to be incredibly strong; it may not work on Grell.
William stood by Grell's body, gently running his fingers over the vampire's soft skin. The redhead looked so peaceful, like nothing happened. But that was just Grell's facial appearance. Below the neck, Grell was a gory mess. He had a gaping hole in his chest, blood colored his clothes; it was hideous.
Undertaker walked back out to the main part of the shop; he was holding a vile with a glistening blue liquid inside.
"William, it is best you leave. Grell-san will be in much pain," Undertaker advised.
"No, I must be here for Grell," William insisted. Undertaker nodded and picked up Grell's heart. The silver haired reaper placed the delicate organ in its original place. He took a needle and surgical string, stitched everything back into place, and cleaned the wound.
William just held Grell's pale hand, stroking it with his thumb. He watched the Undertaker intently. Undertaker seemed to be extremely focused, his white-grey hands worked nimbly.
Finally, the hole in Grell's chest was sealed. All the blood had been washed away with a rag. Grell looked like he was simply sleeping.
"William, please hold Grell's hand tightly. This is going to hurt him a bit," Undertaker directed. William gripped the vampire's hand with all his strength.
Undertaker uncorked the vile, poured the glittering blue substance over the stitches, and stepped back. About five minutes later, Grell shot up screaming. William's eyes widened and his heart pounded wildly.
"Grell!" William cried out in relief. The only response was Grell's horrific screams. The redhead tried to claw at his chest, but William restrained him.
"MAKE IT STOP!" Grell howled. Grell was twitching and tears trickled down his cheeks.
"What's happening?" William asked in a panic.
The medicine is taking its effect," Undertaker said while munching on a bone, "The blue liquid seeped past his stitches and now fixing his heart; he's healing," William looked back at Grell with soft eyes.
"Please endure it Grell," William pleaded, "Please, for me," Grell squeezed William's hand in reply, "Thank you love," The stoic man kissed the vampire's forehead softly.
Many hours passed before Grell had stopped screaming; signaling that the medicine had finished its job. The redhead fell back and passed out due to picked up Grell bridal style and kissed the top of his head.
"Undertaker, I can't thank you enough for this," William said gratefully. Undertaker waved his hand dismissively.
"Oh nonsense! Grell is one of my dearest friends; I would have done anything to help him. I'm just glad the redhead is alright. Hehehehe," Undertaker replied. William nodded and walked to the front door.
"Thank you James…" William said quietly as he left. Undertaker grinned under his bangs.
"Of course, Mr. Spears,"
William carried Grell all the way back to their home. They both needed rest; it had been a long day. The reaper carried Grell to their bedroom and gently laid him on the bed. From there, William went to the kitchen to make some tea.
Unfortunately, this wouldn't be the last time Grell faced mortal danger. Yes, the association was still after them. Why did that damn demon have to do this to Grell? It was so unfair! Grell had done nothing!
"Spears, no matter what happens, you must protect Grell," William spoke to himself.
"W-Will…? Why are you talking to yourself?" a little voice asked. William looked over his shoulder to see a disheveled Grell. His red hair was messy as it fell down hisback, he wore only a big white T-shirt, and fuzzy red boot slippers.
"Well look who's awake," William said with a small smile. Grell always looked cute like this, "What's up sleeping beauty?" The reaper turned and walked over to Grell.
"What happened?" The redhead asked. William smirked and picked Grell up, the redhead wrapped his legs around the stoic man's waist.
"I'll let you know in the morning, right now you need to rest. How are you feeling?" William asked with concern.
"I'm sore…" Grell yawned. The vampire rested his forehead on William's and smiled. William chuckled and kissed the mushy redhead.
"Then you should go back to bed, I'll be there in a minute," The reaper said.
"No, I'll wait for you," The redhead responded.
"Grell Sutcliff you are injured, go to bed," William ordered as he set the vampire down. Grell made a childish groan indefeat and walked back to their bedroom. William's eyes were glued to Grell's swaying hips as the redhead walked away. The reaper mentally slapped himself. William! Grell is injured! He's not even trying to seduce you! So the stoic man slapped his subconscious silly until those perverted thoughts disappeared.
Hello! I apologize for another late update, I left my writing at school! Anyway, here it is!