A Grim Reapers Daughter (Black Butlers Undertaker x oc)

37: How did you get those scars?

I came back to you, how romantic.

Victoria's POV:

It was a Sunday workday and I looked more like a reaper than I do any other day. As I was collecting my last soul I looked at the body and record. This man has had scars throughout the lifetime. "The one you have on your face can't beat the one my father has," I said. I stamped the picture completed. I turned in the work and went home, he wasn't home yet so that gave me time to think. When he talks about his past he only talks about Claudia, Othello tolled me enough when he was torturing me. All this thinking and I didn't hear the door open. "I'm home my little vampire reaper, so how was . . . work?"

Undertaker's POV:

There was a look on her face that I have not seen in years. "Dearie what's wrong?"
"Dad how did you get those scars?" "Uh, what scars?" I knew this day would come. "Don't play dumb, Dad how did you get the scar on your face and neck, hell you probably have more on your body." I was so glad she couldn't see my eyes. "Go into my office and sit down," I said. "Dad you—" "Now," I shouted. She flinched and ran left, when this is over I won't be surprised if she goes out for a long walk.

Victoria's POV:

I'd sit on the couch but this is serious business, so I sat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk. When the door opened I froze, shivering in fear because he's never shouted at me. When he sat down he was just in his trousers and robe, and the only thing keeping that robe closed was the lockets he wears "It's alright little vampire, I'm sorry I shouted." The shivering and fear left. "Now you wanna know how I got this," he pointed at his neck. "Yes." "Well I'm gonna need you to think back into your reaper history book," he said. That bummed me out a bit. But I waited patiently for his next words.
"Victoria what do you remember about the Thorns of Death?" When he finished saying that his hand went to his neck. "Well one time souls were getting hard to collect, and men say they became dark and vengeful and fought against us Reapers. Reapers say the cinematic record manifested into the form of thorns and attacked them," I said. "What more do you remember?" He touched the scar on his face. "Um . . . Reapers had to collect a thousand pure souls or else they'd really die," I said. "Hihi, you really paid attention in history," dad said. "Well it's because we'd really die, and at the beach when I saw you with those scars I thought . . ." He just sat there with a smile.
"Oh my god . . . I don't—" "heehee, you might want this blood," he said. That robe might have more magic than me because he pulled out a wine bottle.
"Where do I begin . . ."

It was sunset and I was about to collect my last soul when suddenly, it refused. It came for my face but I dodged it. As clever as this record was it couldn't catch up with my stealth and speed, until . . .

"Until what?" I asked, drinking what was left of the bottle. "Until it really turned into thorns and came at my face a second time, knocking my spectacles off."

It decided to go lower and choke me, but even with no spectacles I knew where to cut. With whatever record remained, it grabbed onto my leg and continued its torture there, eventually I found my spectacles and collected what was left.

Undertaker's POV:

She looked like she'd cry any second. "So what did you do?" I twisted her locket around my finger. "With whatever strength I had left, I ran to Claudia because I knew then and there I wanted to be with her."

I came in through her window and fell to the floor. She was so terrified of my look that she didn't know what to say, she had her butler bring a towel to put on her bed and a smaller one with a bowl of water. "My reaper, who did this to you?" Claudia hadn't called me that in years, that actually made me smile. I didn't stay for long, when I got back, Othello helped me to the ER and he was the first one to tell me how to get this disease to stop.

"And you did it," Victoria said. "Y-your still alive." "Yes . . . but my body paid the price." I unhooked the lockets and took off the robe.

Victoria's POV:

As impressive as his body is, the scars say something else, on the chest, ribs, I didn't even wanna know how many he has on his back. I couldn't hold it back, I weeped. "W-w-why out of all the reapers, why did this-this curse have to happen on you." They just kept on coming. "Because the heads knew I'd make it out alive," he said. "*sniff* Hmmm?" "Victoria I worked day and nights to collect a thousand pure souls. I couldn't spend to much time with Claudia, but when I did I told myself this is why I run to bed then back to work. To stop this pain from getting to my heart, because if it does . . . I'll never be with the woman I love."

The weeping stopped, but the last tears were romantic tears. "Did she love you no matter how many you had?" "She was just happy I came back to her," he said.

Undertaker's POV:

She took it well—except for the tears—and we went on like normal. "Dad, after the history, story, and scars . . . can I sleep with you tonight?" "Hehe, I was just thinking the same thing," I said. I'm worried she'll have nightmares. "Great. Let me just go say goodnight to Claudia," I heard the strangest goodnight ever come from her room. "Goodnight mom."