Undertaker appeared in a mist then stood just in front of the carnage the doll had left. He smiled at the grizzly sight. “My buy we have a taste for the macabre do we not?” He cooed.

He produced his scythe as he called forth the soul of the girl once known as Alice. It appeared to him as a brightly glowing orb. He didn’t open any books on this soul because he intended to keep it bound to this realm. If he brought out the recorder, he would have had no choice but to let it pass to the next level.

After cutting it free from the body in which it had been given, he held it just above his hand as if it were hanging in thin air. He turned slowly and grinned at the doll.  “I believe this is yours now my dear?”

He was fascinated at the ability of the soul that had inhibited the doll and wondered what the addition of Alice’s would do. He continued to smile in innocent amazement as he watched it leave the body of the doll and exit the room.

He checked the time and gripped his scythe. “This should prove to be a very interesting night! Wouldn’t you agree my friend?” He asked the weapon. Even though he knew it was incapable of answering him, he still carried on conversations with it on a regular basis.

nemesisangels:

bone-biscuits-and-marmite:

“Alice?” He questioned. “I know her well…such a lovely creature!” He thought about the prospect for a few seconds, then turned to the doll again. “Tell me…what would you do with a soul such as hers? Would you claim her life to live…or yours?”

All this was incredibly intriguing to him as his life ling dream was beginning to come to light. He had waited for this moment for so long now, he could hardly believe it was actually happening!

She grinned wider, moving closer once more. “Two very interesting options, but one soul shall not help me specifically.” She spoke with strings quivering. “No, a soul will only provide me with a wider range of control.” 

The piano’s tone changed as she offered a hand to him. “But my story shall come once you’ve passed.” She explained then giggled, her eyes showing the human signs of smiling as they narrowed happily. 

Curiosity drove the Undertaker and gave him the meaning to his otherwise dreadful existence, so he was more than willing to do the doll’s bidding. “Very well then my dear.” He grinned wider and brought forth his scythe. “How soon would you like to have it?”

Being a reaper, he could collect the soul literally any time, day or night. She only had to give the word and it was as good as hers!

“Alice?” He questioned. “I know her well…such a lovely creature!” He thought about the prospect for a few seconds, then turned to the doll again. “Tell me…what would you do with a soul such as hers? Would you claim her life to live…or yours?”

All this was incredibly intriguing to him as his life ling dream was beginning to come to light. He had waited for this moment for so long now, he could hardly believe it was actually happening!

Undertaker took another step closer to her and held out a hand to touch her face, his long black nails more an extension of his fingers than anything else. “Ah, so she speaks as well!” He chuckled softly. “What a pleasure!”

His smile never faded as he studied the colorless eyes set in the dead face. “My proposition is a simple one. You choose and end the lives of the people with the souls you want, and I collect them for you. Together we can make more like you and bring them to life with the souls we collect!”

nemesisangels:

Her body creased with the joints that hinged her body together, lost in that mansion at the top of the hill; the one with the over grown petrified tried clawing at the tall victorian walls. She hung on strings, her eyes always closed until they lifted her into the air with the sound of a piano in severe need of dusting. Her heart only appeared the beat while her her limbs danced with the keys pressed. 

1…2…3….4. Her hard skin clicked on the ground, her eyes closed with lack of life in her head. The only thought in her head was… murder.

Undertaker knew better than to mess with the dolls, but he couldn’t help himself. They were his favorite past time and so intriguing to him! He watched on awe as the doll seemed to come to life before his very eyes and began to dance. His smile growing wider, revealing his razor sharp teeth, and his golden eyes glowing brightly in the dim moonlight.

He could literally feel the murderous intent in the doll’s cold hard heart as she danced to the macabre tune coming from the dusty piano.

“Perhaps we could work together…hmm?” He whispered in a soft chuckle.

mei-rin-blossoms:

Mei-Rin had managed to fall asleep this night, but her sleep was quite shallow and light. No wonder that a soft motion, followed by a whisper, woke her up. Of course, she was not quite sure if something had happened in reality or in her dream, but she looked around.

“E- excuse me?” she asked, her voice still quite hoarse from the sleep. “Who’s there?”

It was because of that happening that caused his absence. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out that the entity was indeed after both him and Catherine but he knew that it wouldn’t take the daughter without first having the father so he fled in an attempt to draw the evil force away from his precious family until he could successfully destroy it, and he had. That was why he risked returning now and not sooner.

He looked at the window and nodded in approval. “It’s a fine job.” He complimented. 

He took off his cloak and folded it across the back of the chair at the side of the bed then sat on the edge, simply wanting to be near her and see her beautiful face once again. “I missed you terribly.” He whispered.

He laughed lightly then scratched his chin. “No bones about it! The war draws near!”

mei-rin-blossoms:

Mei-Rin had managed to fall asleep this night, but her sleep was quite shallow and light. No wonder that a soft motion, followed by a whisper, woke her up. Of course, she was not quite sure if something had happened in reality or in her dream, but she looked around.

“E- excuse me?” she asked, her voice still quite hoarse from the sleep. “Who’s there?”

He then made himself fully visible and closed the short distance between them. Cupping her face in his hands, he couldn’t stop himself from placing a feather soft kiss on her lips. “I’ve missed you so much…and Catherine too…” He kissed her again before letting go and stepping back.

“I was so afraid you would be angry and tell me to leave.” He admitted sadly. “How have you been?”