Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Here comes more fluffiness XD I do hope you guys are enjoying this story. I STILL feel like this story will be VERY long… it's hard to think that. Can't work on anything else =O Oh well. ENJOY THIS NEXT CHAPTER! =3
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A small crystal blue eye opened followed by the other. Sophie let out a tired yawn, noticing her body was stuck because of tight arms wrapped around her body. She sighed, turning her body around so she could look into the Undertaker's face as he slept. She had never slept this great in years. It had always been that she was half asleep and alert for danger or was able to asleep, but soon had a nightmare. She didn't even trust Jericho and Grell when she was stuck at their places, but she always felt safe and secure in the Undertaker's arms. Sophie never understood why, but she didn't need a valid reason for it. He was protecting… comforting… safe… She brushed his bangs away from his face and stared at his white eyelashes with sudden interest. She was going to make sure she saw his eyes when he woke up, refusing to take no for an answer.
As the Undertaker opened his eyes Sophie smiled, watching as the yellow in his green eyes sparkled at her. The somber tone on his lips curled into a smile, a low chuckle escaping his mouth as he noticed the thrilled sparkle in Sophie's blue eyes. "Good morning little maiden," he grinned.
"Good afternoon daddy~" she chuckled back. "I think you've been asleep all day."
"Hmmm?" he answered, grabbing a watch out of a drawer and looking at the time. He grinned, "A minute after noon. You're good little maiden."
"Thank you," she smiled, a sigh escaping her lips as she brushed past his bangs again in a playful way. "I slept the best I have in years… but I'm still so~ tired," she groaned.
He frowned slightly, shifting his body so he was sitting up in the bed. "Why do you think that is?"
"Oh probably because of yesterday," Sophie explained as her eyes went to her arms. She frowned, noticing the large wounds she had conflicted from the Leviathan. "I… I used too much of my energy, I suppose. Plus, if it hadn't been for Raphael… do you think I was supposed to have died?" she asked in a curious tone.
"Perhaps," he said simply, "but you're not dead now right?"
"N-no… I guess not," she sighed, "but I'm still frustrated I can't get out of bed."
"I'll go and make us some breakfast," he chuckled, setting out of bed and putting the large black coat he had discarded on a chair back on his shoulders. "Would you like that?"
"Sure," Sophie said excitedly and sat up in bed, "but don't you mean lunch?"
"So you want to skip the most important meal of the day little maiden?" he grinned.
"We already did," she huffed, "and if I eat that much food every day while I'm stuck in bed I'll get fat."
"Oh will you?" he chuckled as he poked her belly and made Sophie flinch and curl up.
"Daaaa~d!" she huffed; narrowing her eyes at him as he giggled at her and left the room. Once she knew he was gone Sophie let out a tired sigh, sitting back into bed and sniffling to herself.
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The Undertaker skipped happily back into the bedroom, a cheerful smile on his face as he went over to set the tray of down on a counter. "Sorry for being late, but a new guest came in –" he stopped, noticing Sophie's head was hanging off of the bed as she held her body tightly. "Little maiden, are you okay?" he frowned, walking over to the side of the bed as she groaned.
Sophie coughed harshly, her body going limp as the Undertaker grabbed her head and placed her head back on a pillow. "I-I don't think so…" she groaned again. "T-this never happened before… uuugh…" she kept saying to herself as the Undertaker sat down on the side of the bed and brushed a hand through her hair. "… What?" she huffed and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Nothing," he shrugged, "but… hmmm…" he thought to himself, setting his hat down and running a hand through his hair. Sophie blinked for a few moments in confusion, only seeing this solemn side to him either when he's angry or when he's thinking very deeply about his important thoughts.
"U-undertaker?" she called to him, his eyes looking over at her with concern as he thought. "W-what's the m-atter? Do you want to t-alk about it?" she asked him.
"No," he said roughly, Sophie letting out a startled yelp as he uncovered his arm and used on of his nails to penetrate into his skin.
"Dad what are you doing?" she gasped, frowning when he looked back at her with sad green eyes.
Then he leaned over to her body and forced her head up, holding out his arm to her. "Drink this."
"Wait your blood?" she pushed his arm away, whimpering when he kept her head in place as she tried to struggle away from his grip. "Why? Tell me!" she growled, glaring her tired crystal blue eyes at him.
"There is no reason to –"
"I am your wife!" Sophie huffed, the Undertaker's eyes going wide in shock at what she had said. "Right? Isn't that what you said?"
A grin graced his lips and he chuckled lightly, "Aw~ yes~~, I guess you're right… Raphael told me that I need to give you blood every day and give you energy so you'll be well sooner rather than later… and I can see why," he admitted to her. Sophie blinked bewildered, her mouth speechless as he looked back at his arm. She cringed as he cut into himself again. "Now be a dear and drink before my skin closes up again," he chuckled to her, "it'll get painful."
Sophie smiled when she saw the smile back on his face, a sigh escaping her lips as she grabbed his arm and stared at the blood with disfavor. "You… I don't see – UUMPH!" she yelped, the Undertaker pushing his arm into her mouth and holding her head in place. Her eyes went wide as blood dripped into her mouth, her eyes flickering from the shock as she tried to stay conscious. Oddly enough, she thought the blood tasted good, holding a sweet iron taste to it. Wait. What is she saying!
She mumbled, trying to push his arm away from her mouth. "Sophia… take it," he said sternly, a relieved sigh escaping his lips when Sophie slowly stopped rejecting his blood and soon grabbed his arm to steady it against her mouth. He grinned, watching as she closed her eyes and sucked on his arm as if she was a baby drinking from a bottle for the first time. "Good~…" he chuckled. The Undertaker shifted on the bed so he could sit comfortably, Sophie refusing to let go of his arm and continue to lick his blood.
She licked his arm till it was fully healed itself, finishing the last drips of crimson on his arm and letting out a cough. "Oh god…" she continued to cough into her hand, the Undertaker patting gently on her back as she spat some of the blood back up. "D-don't… don't shove that down my throat," she growled.
"Sorry little maiden," he grinned, Sophie grumbling under her breath and coughing again. Then she watched as he took out his other arm and used his nail to cut into his skin, leaning his arm back over to Sophie as she eyed the crimson red forming on porcelain white skin. "I wouldn't have to shove that down your throat if you only cooperated~" he chuckled.
Sophie sighed in defeat and grabbed his arm again, sucking on his cut and drinking up all the blood she could. He rubbed her back gently in an attempt to smooth the blood that graced her throat and to comfort his own rattling nerves. The Undertaker giggled, watching as Sophie got slower and slower and her eyes began to flicker due to weariness. He let her finish, setting her head back down on the pillow and wiping a stray drop of blood on her lips and licking his own blood on his tongue. "E-ewww…" she frowned as she felt disgusted with what she was made to do. "Rosa won't like me after I tell her this," Sophie sighed as she curled back up into a ball and tried to get back to sleep.
"I don't know this Rosa~ personally," he admitted, tucking her into the sheets in a fatherly way, "but I think she'll understand if you tell her what happened." Then the Undertaker kissed her lips, a saccharine sensation surge through his body, and he quickly held back a groan. Giving her a smile he moved a nail through her hair as she sat in bed panting from nausea. "I'll take your lunch back, but when you wake up I want you to have plenty of food and water, alright?"
"O-okay," Sophie sighed, her eyes already closed as the Undertaker chuckled to himself. He sat up and grabbed the tray, leaving her in the bed and watching as a small black kitten jumped onto the bed and curled up in Sophie's arms.
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Sophie let out a groan, pushing into Undertaker's chest and sucking up the hot crimson blood flowing from his chest. He was amused at how forceful she was with this now, pushing down on her bottom as she licked her tongue back and forth over a deep cut that had almost healed on his chest. "Sophia," he chuckled to himself, causing her to stop and listen to him, "you seem to be compliant now, aren't you?"
"Oh," she shrugged once she noticed he was talking to himself again and went back to finish licking up his blood.
"Are you feeling better now?" he asked when he noticed Sophie had finished.
Sophie crossed her arms on his chest and looked up at him, a smirk on her face. "It's only been two days dad," she lightly sighed. "I still can't move my legs and get out of bed. What do you~ think?"
He just chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her higher up on his body, closer to his face so he could see her better. "Nihil?" he grinned.
"Yeah," she agreed with him, letting out a tired sigh and setting her head on the crick of his neck. "W-when can I leave?" she asked, subconsciously breathing down his neck as she spoke.
"You want to leave?" he pouted.
"Sic," she nodded, "because I don't like being cooped up with nothing to do."
"But then you'll stop seeing me, won't you?" he whimpered, Sophie rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"I have to. My job is to be undercover remember? Besides – whEEP!" she squeaked, being thrown off of him and roughly shoved back onto the bed.
She whimpered under him, holding her arms up above her face and shutting her eyes tightly. "Little maiden~" he growled at her, leaning his head into her face and breathing over her ear. "You'll need to have some energy source while you're still recovering."
"I-I know," she whimpered, "but –"
"Even if you plan on staying back at Madame Red's house," he explained, pressing his body onto her and grinning from ear to ear, "you can only have my energy. Understand?"
"U-understood," she nodded, letting out a sigh of relief as he chuckled and kissed her on the cheek.
"Good," he smirked, "because tu mihi, right my~ little maiden~?"
"Right," she smirked back.
Then he sat up and set Sophie up on his legs, sitting cross legged as she sat in his lap and leaning into his chest. "Now, muşca," he grinned.
"Great," she huffed, "You're turning me into a blood sucking demon aren't you?"
"Poate~~" he chuckled and nibbled on her ear. She yelped, pushing his head away from her and grumbling under her breath. His eyes softened as he watched her lean into his shoulder and bit down as hard as she could, drawing blood as he gripped her back and pulled her into him tightly. "Good~" he groaned into her ear, his grip around her tightening as she sucked harder on his skin.
Suddenly they heard the doorbell open, the Undertaker lifting up his head and letting out an irritated sigh. "A visitor this late at night? – Sophia stop that," he chuckled as he lifted up her head and poked her on the nose. She let out an irritated squeak, grumbling as she climbed off of his lap and plopped lazily onto the bed. "I'll be back in a moment little maiden," he kissed her lips, licking some of the blood that was on the crevice of her lips into his mouth before grabbing his coat and throwing it over his body. He secured everything by the time he walked into the main room, a grin on his face once he saw the man who was waiting for him. "Now what do I call this untimely~ pleasure, Jericho Shezmu?" he grinned, holding back a snarl that was close to surfacing on his lips.
"Undertaker," Jericho said, as he took off his hat and let the rain drip off of his clothes and onto the floor, "I'm here to see Sophia."
He chuckled to himself and sat down on a coffin, but not gesturing to Jericho that he could come in. "That so~?" the Undertaker snickered, "and why should I let you do that?"
"Because…" Jericho let out a tired sigh and ran a hand through his damped hair. "Because… because I want to apologize for my stupidity the other day. I want to apologize to Sophia and to you. I should have been smarter about the events that transpired and I feel horrible for putting Sophie into danger."
"I see…" he hummed lowly, gesturing to the boy to come inside and sit down on a coffin. Jericho did as he was told, closing the door behind him and sitting on the coffin the Undertaker had pointed to. "… From what I can see young God of Death, you love my little maiden don't you?"
"Yes I do," Jericho nodded as he set his hat down next to him on the coffin and sighed. "I really do…"
"You sure?" he huffed, leaning back and grinning at him. "I know who she is young Shezmu. I have been following the news around here," he chuckled, "Black Blood~. How did you come across to getting that lovely~~ name?"
"… Ummm… that's really none of your business," Jericho frowned at the mention of his nickname.
"I think it is," the Undertaker grinned deviously, "because if you are going to go around with my little maiden around your arm, I need to know everything about you."
Jericho flinched slightly as he heard the menacing tone in the Undertaker's voice, even if it was only for a split second. "Ummm… yes sir," he gulped, letting out a tired sigh when he sat back and thought. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything," Undertaker chuckled to break the tension, "everything and anything that has to do with the famous Black Blood, or Jericho Serkan I see you're also called."
"That is correct sir," Jericho said, looking over to the wall as he began to think. "… I was born during the time of Alexander the Great… about 338 BC," he told him, "in the Parthian Empire, or modern Ottoman Empire today." Then he let out a heavy sigh, running a hand though his hair again as he thought. "At the time I was the youngest child with nine older siblings. To my father I was just another child, so he never took any heed of me," Jericho shrugged. "Still I trained myself over and over to be a God of Death, even though I knew that I would have to serve my eldest brother and see my sisters leave us and go live with different people. I was sad about this, growing up and seeing my elder sister leave and then my youngest sister. It was heartbreaking, but it was something to do with the time I suppose," he sighed. "To jump forward, my father never knew I was training in secret. You know the shinigami council right? Well I told my father I was going to join them since there was nothing for me at home, but he refused. Over time he excommunicated me and I never saw my family again… until my eldest brother show up to work as a shinigami. It astonished me and astonished my father, but it was my eldest brother that stood up for me. My father never really liked me after that… but I still tried. It was the time of the Crusades that the eldest brother of my family died. Everyone was sad … but the responsibility only continued on to the next son. Then the next… then the next… until it fell onto my own shoulders, but by that time my father refused to hand over his title to any of his sons anymore. So here I am, stuck in between a limbo of being the eldest but not getting the title as Shezmu."
"I gained the name Black Blood around the time of the Black Death. I was one of the Gods of Death who were powerful enough to survive the attacks, both abroad and at home. I had a gruesome way of treating anyone who got in my way as my father before me, so I got the name Blood. Then over time I was named Black Blood for there was another shinigami who was given the name Blood, but he died before the Black Death was done. Don't remember what his name was, but that's not important. The name stuck with me ever since with the Gods of Death," Jericho shrugged, "but not with the shinigamis. Years after the disaster they continued to call me Jericho instead of Black Blood."
"It was because of my father I left home," Jericho sighed, "and changed my last name to Serkan. I didn't want anyone to trace me back to the man and find out I was really a God of Death… then the shinigami council moved me to the Americas because there was an increase of souls that needed to be harvested. I have been there for many years now… until Sophia showed up I suppose. At the beginning she was just some shinigami that the council had thrown into the wasteland again, until she saved my ass." Jericho chuckled and shook his head in embarrassment, "My gods… what a woman. Reminded me of my first mentor from years back; the way she carries herself in a place full of shinigamis, demons, and even angels, but still has a soft side to her that she only shows to those closest to her… my gods." Then he looked over at the Undertaker, trying to give him a sincere smile. "I love her for who she is, not for who she is pretending to be. Strict, livid, grim, I know Sophie isn't really like this in reality. She is a kindhearted young soul… a pure soul that has lived in the darkness for so long. You want to know the best feature I love about her?"
Jericho paused, waiting for an answer but not receiving anything. "Her laugh, but not just any laugh. Sophia's laugh when she's truly happy. When she is done with experimenting and has blood all over her body with a bounce in her step. When, after many months of working, has time off and enjoys laughing and making jokes with her friends. When she beams with pride when a young being she had been tutoring finally understands what she is saying and can move on in their lives… that's why I love her so." He looked at the Undertaker with a somber look on his face. "That is why I love her Undertaker. That is why I refuse to let her go… but I understand," he sighed to himself, "That I must become the head of my household in order to be with Sophia… I know. I know I need her father's blessing and my own father's blessing to continue on with our relationship, but it is difficult. Our positions in society are different and no one will let us be together. I know her she will give up her positions in power to stay in our relationship… but I can't have that. I need to be the man and take responsibility by gaining my father's title or getting a title elsewhere. That way I can stay with Sophia… so she can stop worrying about me."
"I am sorry for dishonoring her," Jericho sighed, "It was irresponsible for me to not take care of her, both here and in America. I defiled her name and my own, sleeping around with another woman who I wasn't in a relationship in. I can make all the excuses I know of… but the bottom line is that I am truly sorry." He paused, "If you want me to leave then I will leave. If you want me to stay with her then I will. I know what I've done cannot be forgotten, but I am trying to mend the broken pieces of her heart that I smashed and defiled. I ask for your sincerest apology, but I understand if you will never give it to me… I am only trying to make things right between us. Even if we only end up acquaintances or enemies I will understand." Then Jericho stopped talking, waiting for an answer from the Undertaker. "So sir?... Is there anything else you want me to say?"
"No," the Undertaker told him, poking the bottom of his chin with his nail as he thought, "not at all… My boy I can see that you're being sincere, but I think you can understand why I am protective of my little maiden, correct?"
"Yes I do," Jericho nodded.
"She loves you boy; I can see it from miles away. She talks about you often," he chuckled to himself, his laughter dying down once he got Jericho's attention. "… I want to give you my blessing."
"Thank you sir – Wait what?" Jericho jumped back startled.
"I want to give you my blessing," the Undertaker repeated himself in a harsher tone. "I find this game of cat and mouse in these societies of ours rather… amusing~" he chuckled, "and I know my little maiden. She will take you with or without a blessing, but I should still give it right?"
"My… sir," Jericho looked at him stunned, his confidence completely shaken.
"Call me Undertaker," he chuckled, "and I like you, boy. You're taking extensive odds to prove to those dimwitted fools that you can take care of Sophia. I like that. No other young man who holds a title has the same love for her as you… I don't see why your father can't see it."
"I can't either," Jericho sighed, "I ca –… but thank you sir – Undertaker." He held out his hand to him, "and I will treat your daughter as the proper lady she is. I promise you that."
"I know you will," Undertaker shook his hand, then letting go of his hand and standing up. "Do understand that she is still my little maiden and my only daughter. Until she makes her decision and you take vows together, she is mihi. Understand?"
"Understood," Jericho nodded, standing up and putting his hat back on to leave.
"Oh leaving so soon~?" the Undertaker chuckled.
"But I thought –"
"I thought you wanted to see your sweet~" the Undertaker grinned, walking back over to Jericho and tipping up his chin, "or am I wrong?"
"No you're right!" Jericho flinched back. "I am sorry."
The Undertaker only grinned deviously at him, letting go of his chin and moving the curtain away. "Now hurry up. I was just about to go to sleep."
"Oh," Jericho chuckled nervously, following the Undertaker down the hallway to the bedroom.
Then Undertaker stopped him, holding a finger to his mouth as he grinned widely. "Hush now. Little maiden has fallen asleep."
Jericho nodded, walking behind the Undertaker as they walked into the room. Jericho walked around the Undertaker to the other side of the bed where Sophie was sound asleep. His eyes widened, noticing dried crimson blood lining her mouth. "How… why? –"
"Do you know of the archangel Raphael?" the Undertaker asked, sitting down on his side of the bed and trailing a few fingers through Sophie's hair.
"I heard about him," Jericho admitted, "but –"
"He is an angel of healing Jericho. He took Sophie away after the battle with the Leviathan to heal her at the infirmary," the Undertaker told him. Jericho blinked in confusion, suddenly realizing who the angel was who took Sophie away from him. "You could say Raphael was summoned by Sophia," he continued, "but you know we don't summon angels. Raphael gave Sophia a few of his feathers as a way to call upon him in dire emergencies if she was dying and close to death."
"That's why she did that," Jericho suddenly realized, "but –"
"Raphael said that she will heal faster if she consumes energy," the Undertaker chuckled as if he was answering what was on Jericho's mind, "and I'm not going to keep her in that bloody hospital any longer. You see where this is going?"
"… Are you saying that Sophia needs to sustain on blood?" Jericho frowned.
"Not necessary," he chuckled, "… don't you know that the Serbus family comes from a devourer spirit?"
"I actually told her," Jericho said sadly, "when…"
"So you understand," he nodded with a grin plastered on his face. "Whatever little maiden consumes she absorbs their energy. Her job is sometimes to consume evil souls, so her energy slowly turns evil with every soul she has to devour. It can make her angry, frustrated… I should just say not herself. I know because I knew her father," he chuckled. Suddenly the Undertaker paused, brushing a finger across her cheek and across the dried blood on her face. "If she is given good souls then her energy will stay good. In terms of healing, she needs good energy. I know she won't go out killing innocent souls of nourishment. Also she is still suffering from blood loss, so this is the only option," he chuckled again.
"Then… then I need to –"
"No you don't," the Undertaker looked over at him in a serious tone. "Only I. You are not her mate yet; therefore you do not need to worry with these things." Then he gave him a wide Cheshire cat grin, "I am only keeping you informed. I don't have to tell you a thing, but since my little maiden will come back to you it's better to tell you then have you mess her up and find out later."
"I see…" Jericho frowned, looking back down at Sophie and running a hand through her hair. Sophie shifted and smiled, causing Jericho to slowly smile also. "I will inform Mrs. Obki where Sophia is. She will have time to recover… but I would like to come back and see her again."
"Do so when she has more time to rest," the Undertaker told him as he took his hand off of Sophie's head. "Knowing little maiden she will want to go to the shinigami realm even though she won't be fully rested. Will you make her work if she does?"
"No," Jericho shook his head, "I will not. It's better to have an employee leave work for longer and work at their full capacity later then having them come into work while they're still healing and have them work only half as well for a longer period of time."
"Good boy," the Undertaker chuckled amusingly.
"Y-yeah…" Jericho chuckled nervously. "Now I should be off. I have been keeping you up for far longer than I had hoped."
"Of course," the Undertaker nodded, watching as Jericho left the room and disappear down the hallway. The Undertaker stood up and walked to the main room as Jericho left, locking the door behind him and then walking back to the bedroom.
He brushed a comforting hand through Sophie's cheek again, licking his finger and wiping the stray blood from her face. "D-dad-dy?" Sophie blinked in confusion, waking up from the pressure on her cheek. "Who was that?"
"No one little maiden," he chuckled, "now are you going to go back to sleep?"
"Only if you want to," she sighed, "but I'm still so tired. I was waiting –"
"Shush~"he grinned, holding a finger to her lips and leaning his head to her face. "Beg."
"B-beg?" she asked him, rising from the bed and rubbing her eyes. Then Sophie climbed onto his lap, slowly unbuttoning his coat in a half-awoken state. "U-undertaker…" she said as she pressed a hand into his chest and rubbed her body up against him. "U-undertaker~" she breathed into his ear. "I need~ you," she sighed as she let a moan escape her lips.
"Mmmm~" he breathed into her neck, causing Sophie to shudder. "Submissive aren't you~?"
"D~aaad~" Sophie grumbled into his ear. "I'm tired…"
"Alright," he chuckled, letting his coat fall back down to the ground, and then wrapped a hand around her head. The Undertaker gently set her head down back on his shoulder on dry coat of blood, where Sophie had bit down earlier. "Now go ahead."
Sophie opened her mouth and sank her teeth back into his shoulder, causing the Undertaker to flinch back slightly. "Am I hurting you?" she cringed backed as she looked up at the Undertaker with worried look in her eyes.
"Not at all," he chuckled, "now hurry up or else I'll have to punish~ you." Without giving him an answer Sophie sucked her teeth back into his skin, wrapping her hands around his armpit and up around his neck so she could have a better hold on him. He wrapped his hands around her back and pressed her against his chest, letting out a rough groan as she pressed her lips on him roughly. She took her tongue and licked up the rest of the cut, the skin healing up and the scar quickly vanishing away. Sophie lifted her head up and licked her thumb, trying to get the dry blood off of her face. "Here let me help," he chuckled, tilting her head up and pressing his lips against her own. The Undertaker licked over her mouth, wiping up the blood with his tongue before sticking his tongue into her mouth. Sophie mumbled in surprise, groaning into the kiss and closing her eyes. Undertaker moaned as he tasted his own blood in her mouth and causing his hands to tremble along her back.
After a few moments he let go, letting out a tired pant. Sophie panted along with him and set her head on his chest, a tired sigh escaping her lips as she grabbed him tightly. "Now~ now~" the Undertaker chuckled as he brought their bodies down onto the bed and set Sophie's head on her pillow. "Go to sleep little maiden." Sophie mumbled and scooted into his chest, the Undertaker chuckling as he pulled her tighter to his chest and got comfortable on the bed. "Good night," he giggled, knowing Sophie was barely keeping her body awake now.
"Good night," Sophie yawned, giving him a kiss on his chest before curling up and falling asleep. The Undertaker chuckled and ran a finger through her hair, giving her a kiss on the top of the head before falling right to sleep with Sophie tightly in his arms.
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Sophie yawned and stretched, looking around to not find the Undertaker anywhere. She stretched her legs and placed her feet on the ground, staggering a little but able to finally walk on her own two feet. She walked into the kitchen where the Undertaker was cooking, leaning against the door and giving him a smile. "Hey guess what."
"What?" he asked as he flipped pancakes.
"I can walk again!" Sophie cheered happily.
"I can see that," he chuckled, abandoning his post next to the stove and walking over to her, "but my dear~ you need to be careful when you walk. You're still not healed."
"I know," she nodded to him. "I'm just happy," she giggled. He smiled and poked her on the nose, walking back to the stove and setting pancakes down on a plate. "… hmmm…" she thought to herself.
"What is it?" he asked with a monotone voice, adding the rest of the batter he had in a bowl and cooking the rest of the pancakes.
"I want to go outside," she sighed as she looked down the unlit hall. "I haven't gone out in a while…"
"I could take you out today," he chuckled.
"Nah that's not what I meant," Sophie shook her head. "Today looks like it will be a good morning, so I wanted to go out and play my flute for a while… maybe just walk around the city too, but that's all."
"Oh!" the Undertaker giggled as he flipped the pancakes. "How about you have some breakfast first and then~ you can go out and play."
"God you make it sound like I'm a child again," Sophie grumbled under her breath as she walked next to him and poured out the tea for them. "Well… I guess I can eat first. Not used to eating so early in the morning," she sighed.
Undertaker chuckled, setting the pancakes down on a plate and handing them to her. "Go ahead and set up in the main room. I'll join you in a minute." Sophie nodded and grabbed the pancakes with two plates and silverware in her hands, leaving the Undertaker in the kitchen as he turned off the stove and gathered the tea.
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A/N: Let me guess, you guys are going to ask about the blood stuff *le sighs* Well… I always think that the soul is also connected with the blood. The blood also a source of energy. So yeah there you go XD I WILL admit I love vampires, but not the Dracula/Twilight versions you see them as. Probably… Hellsing version of vampires (if you want an idea what I'm thinking of when I say vampires and any other monster that has been fluffed up over the years). I'm a fanatic when it comes to stories like Brothers Grimm, so yeah (and hey I just realized I could put those stories in mine… *chuckles happily*) Anyways I hope you're not getting bored with this story… are you? Just thought I'd ask ^^
nihil – Latin – no
sic – Latin – yes
muşca – Romanian – bite
poate – Romanian – maybe