Faline stood in the middle of the room with what she could only assume was a dumb look on her face because the two, no, THREE shinigami standing before her all had a smug smile plastered to their faces (Some a bit crazier than others). She was a little hurt that he hadn't told her, but then again, would she have felt safe enough to stay there if he had? She knew she wouldn't have, but it stung all the same. The only person she had come to really trust in this…..place, had lied to her. Thinking on it though, she realized that he really hadn't lied, he had just withheld the information, and in all honesty, she wouldn't have shown him her "condition" if she didn't have to. With this in mind the only thing she could do was accept it and let it go. Damn, she hated him for being so easy to forgive. Something about the nut job was almost endearing to her.

"So," she said, finally speaking, "how OLD are you?" Despite the serious nature of the question and quizzical look on Faline's face, Undertaker couldn't help but laugh hysterically at her. So much to think about and THAT was the first question she asked? It was almost more than he could handle, and he laughed until his stomach ached. Ignoring her question, Undertaker walked past her towards the back room to finish whatever work he had been doing, ruffling her hair on the way. After Faline heard the door close behind him, she proceeded to fix her hair, trying very hard not to be irritated. How could he be so happy about EVERYTHING?! Turning to the two remaining shinigami in the room, she noticed they were smirking at her.

"What the hell are you two ladies looking at?" She mentally smacked herself for calling Grell a lady.

"oh nothing...I'll be taking my leave now, i need to go see Will anyway, hell want a full report." Grell walked out the front door, but not before turning around to wink and the slightly star struck Draven, who visibly shuddered, and, after taking a brief moment to regain his composure, turned to Faline.

"Well?" Faline asked. After he raised his eyebrow in a questioning gesture, she replied. "YOUR NAME."

"Ah yes," he replied, attempting to remain formal, "My name Is Draven Carter, i will be accompanying you until the situation involving your existence is settled." He attempted to smile politely as he said it, unaware of how very morbid he sounded.

"Fantastic." Came her irritated reply as she stalked off into the "bathroom" for a hypothermia inducing bath.

Draven didn't attempt to follow her. It wasnt his job to deal with childish behavior, it was his job to keep her where she could be seen. As long as she didnt leave the shop, unless of course she was supervised by himself or the "Undertaker". Speaking of which, or rather whom, he was genuinely amazed to see him in a place like this. This man was a legend, and had disappeared ages ago. This girl was completely unaware of how very privileged she was. No matter though. He needed to set up a base outside anyway, maybe on the adjacent roof...

Faline's POV

Despite how cold the water was, it felt good. The heat of the ballroom and the excess of makeup on her face made her feel grungy. Faline had never worn makeup in her own world, it made her feel like she was lying to the world, well, more than she already was. She had to hide half of her existence, but she refused to hide her true face. Tonight though, she almost wanted to hide her true face. The makeup washed away in the water, revealing angry dark purple and blue bruises adorning her cheeks and jaw line. They had only gotten worse in color since the night before. She grunted her irritation. Nothing she had done so far, none of her efforts, had gotten her anywhere. She let herself sink down further into the tub, the water coming up just underneath her eyes to sooth her bruised face. She would need a new strategy. Up until this point, she had relied on others for answers, when what she really needed was to do was find her own answers. Her reliance on others, it had made her weak, and she refused to be weak. She was done being a victim.

She got up out of the icy water and got herself dressed quickly, getting ready for her night shift. (she was supposed to be "working" here.) She felt pretty safe working at night, the only time something had ever happened to her was when Undertaker was gone, and since last nights incident, he had stuck around as much as he could. Although, that other guy, "Draven" was around now. Actually, she noticed, he wasnt. She didn't really care though. She hadn't expected him to stay, but she knew he was nearby. This could make finding her own answers difficult, the last thing she needed was a shadow. Sitting down at the front table, she began drumming her fingers as she thought. She couldn't just ignore him, but maybe she could slip around him? ugh, she didn't know, and she was done thinking for the day.

her body hurt, not the kind of hurt that suggested that she hadbeen beaten up, but a deep seeded ache in her muscles. her eyes refused to open, and her body refused to move. Is this what a coma felt like? Faline vaguely recalled hearing somthing a few moment earlier, and tried to tune in her hearing.

"fet ugh..." what?

"git urp..." someone was definatly talking

"get up..." what it talking to her?

"GET UP!" she took that as a yes.

Faline's eyes shot open and she sat up, her body suddenly energized. she couldn't see where she was, and she thought it was because she was blindfolded, until then she realized that it was dark. Initially she panicked, afraid that she would be stuck there forever, but then she remembered that someone had called her to consciousness. Calming herself, Faline looked around, or at least she tried. There was nothing to see, that is, until she spotted the wagon in the distance. Was the there before? How could she possibly have missed that?

She started walking towards it, but it seemed that she couldn't get there fast enough. Her heart rate picked up as she started to sprint, get ting frantically faster, fearing she would never get there. The wagon and its warm glow only seemed to get farther away the harder she tried to get to it. Reaching the point of despair, Faline dropped to her knees, breathing heavily. This wasnt real, there was no way this was real!

"Get up." The same voice as before. Faline looked up, and was surprised to see a woman, a pretty one. why would someone like her be in such s dsrk place? She seemed almost bright, and very out of place in this darkness. Faline got on her feet and looked the woman in the eyes, noticing that something wasnt quite right about them.

"what do you want?" Faline asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"kill him."

"what?"

The woman opened her mouth wide, wider than should have been possible. With a hideous distortion of her beautiful face she screamed;

"KIILLL HIIIIIIIIIIIMMMM!"

Faline woke up with a jump, the adrenaline from her strange dream still running through her body, and the voice still echoeing in her head. What the hell was that? Faline couldn't get the woman out of her mind, and yet she couldn't remember her. Every detail of the dream was still so fresh, but this woman almost might as well have not been there. The only thing she could recall was her eyes, deep eyes. Frighteningly inhuman violet eyes.

Sebastian paused in his late night work, not completely sure why. Then it hit him, the air tasted like magic. something very interesting was about to happen.

Damn. sorry this was REALLY late. Class is killing me. I was assigned four essay in one week FROM THE SAME CLASS. And of course I caught my first school-born illness of the year, and couldn't go to school Friday, Monday, or today. Anyway, updates will be regular again, even if I have to kill someone. Sorry guys, thanks for being so patient (or impatient idk).-PenNinja