Wings

III~ Job Offer

Evelyn's P.O.V.

Undertaker....he offered me a full plate filled with biscuits, bacon, and some grapes. "Your not allergic to anything are you?" He ask, for once since I met him, in a serious voice. Shaking my head 'no' I reach for a grape. My hand, no my whole body is still shaking. He sat down with a tin can. He pop open the lid and tilted it to my direction to where I can see inside it. Dog-treats? He reached inside and withdraw one. He giggled at me. "Lovely~ Your face is screaming disgust. Do you not want to try one?~"  "No thank you." I spoke. "Ah! There's that pretty voice~" The room got alittle hotter.

He ate some more, while I finish half of the plate. Pushing it away from me, I wiped my mouth with my hand. Seeing as he doesn't have napkins on the table. He grabbed my plate and pushing the leftovers in a trash bin, the plate in the sink. Putting his hand in front of me I just stared at it. He wiggle his fingers. Slowly putting my hand (compared to his, mine looks like a child's!) in his, something like a zap went through my body. He shook our hands. "I'm the Undertaker dearie~" "I'm Evelyn." His ever present smile seem to turn more gentle. Letting go of my hand, he skip? out of the door. Breathing deeply and rubbing my temples, I followed him.

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Gritting my teeth together, I glare right back at Ciel. The wind blew her icy cold fingers across my body making me shiver. Hugging my arms tighter, Undertaker laughed. He laughed so hard the sign came off some of its hooks. Rolling my eyes, I open the door and that shitty brat walked right in front of me. "I didn't open the door for you." I mutter under my breath. I made my way towards the fire, but Undertaker and Sebastian were standing, Undertaker sitting, by it. Passing them, I made it halfway across the room before a cold hand grabbed my waist. Spinning me around, Undertaker's hair suddenly acted as if it was my own. His arms naturally going around my waist. Rested his chin on top of my head, he scouted me closer to his chest. My breath went deep short out of my nose. Feeling his warmth spread through-out, I sigh lowly and fully relax against him. Someone cleared their throat. Rolling my eyes, my body felt a ton more heavy than usual, and before I could escape to dream again, I felt Undertaker's chest vibrate.

When I woke up again, my nose was running and I got dizzy from sitting up. "Undertaker..." My voice croaked. I fell asleep before he even came in.

A cool hand touches my forehead. A cold rag pressed against my neck making me shiver. Feeling full making me drowse.

Stretching, I heard some bones pop and smiled. Looking around the room, Undertaker's asleep on the end of the bed lightly snoring. On the bedside table was a basin filled with water and several rags hanging off the edges of it, an empty bowl and a spoon. Oh. He took care of me. The room got hot again. Touching my cheek it felt hot. Maybe I'm not over my fever yet? Pushing the covers off of me, I saw a small quilt on the chair by the window. Walking over, stopping a few times for some dizzy spells to pass, I grab it and went to Undertaker and place it on him. Walking out of the room, I retrace the steps I took to get to the kitchen.

Opening the freezer door I shivered from the coldness. Walking in, I passed empty shelves, but at the end of the freezer I found a package of bacon. Rubbing my hands together for heat, I grab the bacon and immediately the coldness burned my fingers. Running out of the freezer I quickly threw it in the sink and splash water over my hands. Once I got feeling back, I cut open the wrapping. Looking around, I began to dig through his cabinets and drawers, trying to find a pan to use. "Victory." I exclaimed dragging the pan out and placing it on the stove I turned the fire on.

A handful of grease burns and the silence being filled with me cussing like the folks over at the docks. I had a plate fulled of bacon. Turning around I scream. Undertaker was sitting there grinning like a cat with the quilt around his shoulders. Catching my breath, I sat the plate down in front of him. "H-how long w-where you the-ere?" I stuttered through. "Long enough to hear colorful words coming out of your mouth." He teasingly said. Picking up a piece with his long fingers he chomped down. Cringing, I pick one up too. Chewing on it, I look down at the ground. My eyebrows twitch. Looking up Undertaker is openly staring at me.

"How would you like to work here Evelyn? Free food, boarding, no contract for how long you have to stay. All you have to do is clean the shop, help me with dressing the descend, and coming on errands with me." Feeling my eyes widen, my brain worked in over gear. Okay, more than decent man. But people will talk. Don't care about his reputation, only his. I could quit at any time. Don't have to get money. Errands aren't that hard to accomplish and I used to do them all the time.

My throat got a rock in it thinking back on that day. I still havn't gotten my stuff from the police yet and every man that I've seen resembles him. Except Undertaker. I'm safe here.

"Yes. I would love to." I smiled genuinely for the first time since I was a kid.