Author's Note: Happy Halloween yall! As promised, here is the new chapter! Enjoy!

The Truth Comes Out

Grell looked at Undertaker to see if he was really serious, when he didn't waver he let go of (y/n)'s throat. (Y/n) then slumped on the floor, clutching her throat and breathing heavily, even slightly wheezing. She couldn't see them but bruises were already forming around her neck.

Grell then turned back to Undertaker, who was still clutching his death scythe, still not backing down.

"So are you going to tell me why you're protecting a human girl? Because the punishment for sleeping with you is death!" he said angrily.

At that moment (y/n) had caught her breath and staggered to her feet.

"It wasn't like that. I was working late and he let me sleep here and gave me his robe to sleep in sense my clothes where dirty!" she explained. She decided to leave out the bits that they were dating now.

"Yes, that is all it was." said Undertaker simply. "Now get out Grell before I really do kill you!"

Undertaker opened the door and kicked him out, locking the door after. He then turned his attention back to (y/n) where she was rubbing her sore neck while staring at his death scythe.

"I am sorry that I kept this a secret, but I didn't want you to know because I thought you would fear me. I am a grim reaper or in Japan I am called a Shinigami." he said as he looked at (y/n), searching for the reaction he feared sense he came to the conclusion that he loved her.

(Y/n) just stood there stunned at what he just told her, she let the information sink in for a moment before she finally spoke.

"So that is you death scythe?" she asked pointing to the weapon in his hand. Undertaker nodded his head.

"Yes, but I rarely use it, unless its and emergency, like during a disaster, because I have long sense retired. So I intend no harm to you. Please do not be afraid of me!" he begged as he dropped his death scythe to the floor with a clang.

(Y/n) saw tears running down his cheeks and she approached him slowly. When she reached him she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"I could never be afraid of you! I love you too much! I just wish you could have told me all this before so it wouldn't be such a shock to me. I promise to never tell anyone about this." she said as she smiled at him. She wiped his tears away. "Besides I would miss your sexy smile. Please smile for me Undertaker!"

Undertaker leaned into (y/n)'s hand as she wiped away his tears as his trademark smile reappeared on his handsome face.

"I promise to never, ever hurt you!" he said as he kissed her on the lips. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, happier than ever!

At that moment Grell, who never truly left, peered into the shop window just as the kiss was exchanged. It made him so mad that he was scratching at the brick wall out of anger and jealousy.

"Oh she is as good as dead!" he said as he ran off.

An hour later, after everything went back to normal, or as normal as it could get after the previous situation, (y/n) was finally dressed in the clothes she wore yesterday. Undertaker hand washed them, even her bra and underwear, much to her embarrassment, while she slept last night. Undertaker used some of the makeup he uses on dead bodies on (y/n) to cover up the nasty bruises on her neck.

After everything was set and done they went to the back to start working on more bodies. As they were working (y/n) kept asking him questions pertaining to his personal history. Most of them he answered, like when she asked him how old he was, which he replied that he was about 1600 years old. She nearly fell off the stool in disbelief, which made Undertaker laugh. Others he avoided by changing the subject, like when she asked him why he decided to retire from his job as a grim reaper and how he got those scars. She didn't pressure him though; she figured it must have been a good reason why he didn't want to tell her.

Hours later, they started cleaning up, after which (y/n) packed up and got ready to go home just as the sun was starting to set.

"Have a wonderful evening Undertaker and I'll see you tomorrow morning!" she said as she kissed him good bye and walked down the street, unknowing of the person stalking her from the roofs above.

Minutes later, (y/n) made it into her house just as the sun's final ray's disappeared behind some of London's tallest buildings. She let out a sigh of relief as she set her purse down and went to her bedroom to get out her pajamas and her towel. Then she went and took a long well-deserved shower, washing away the makeup, effectively revealing all her bruises.

(Y/n) was putting on her pajamas when she heard a loud thud coming from her living room. Cautiously and as quietly as she could, she took the plunger and held it like a sword out in front of her. She knew it wouldn't hurt the intruder, but she hoped it would buy her time to get to her knives in the kitchen.

(Y/n) slowly walked into her living room and was astonished to find no one there; just her sliding door was opened slightly, her blinds blowing in the night breeze. She closed it then locked it.

"Hmm….that was strange." she said as she put back the plunger. She then went to her kitchen and made herself a quick sandwich, ate it and got herself a drink.

She was walking back to her bedroom when the bruises on her neck gave a nasty throb.

"Wow, that red-haired guy certainly did a number on my neck!" she said to no one in particular.

What she didn't expect to hear was a reply coming from her dark room.

"You're lucky that your prince charming came and rescued you! Couple more seconds and you'd have been one of his guests!" the voice said as piercing yellow/green eyes reflected in the darkness.

(Y/n) gasped in surprise at finding such a dangerous person in her house lounging on her bed. She didn't even have to turn on the lights to know who it was. She'd never forget the person who nearly killed her just this morning.

"Grell?! What are you doing here? And how did you find out where I live?" she asked, slightly panicking because now she had no type of weapon.

"I followed you as you walked home. I didn't come here to hurt you. I just came to deliver a final warning." he said as he got up from her bed, walked over to her, backing (y/n) into a wall, yanked her chin so he was looking directly into his eyes. "I saw you two kiss in the shop. I know you are more than what you say so. So let me tell you this, if I ever see you kiss him again, I WILL kill you!"

Grell smirked as he saw tears forming at the corner of (y/n)'s eyes. He let go of her and walked out of the room towards the balcony in which he came through. He opened it but turned around back to (y/n) and spoke.

"By the way, nice place you got here. I might just have to come back and pay you a visit!" he said before disappearing into the night.

Author's Note: Super long I know, especially when compared to the last chapter. But I didn't know when to end it nor to start a new one, so really sorry about that. Oh one more thing, I really appreciate the comments, it puts me in such a good mood when I see them! Makes me want to continue writing! Your comments are my motivation to keep going, so keep em' coming! Love ya!