*~When the Clock strikes twelve~* [Undertaker x MeyRin]

Chapter 1

Mey Rin has arrived late at the big Halloween Party of the film staff. Not being the one in need for attention whatsoever, she slow paced to the other side of the hall and placed herself at one of the tables. Her gazed wandered around the room to adore the decoration as well as the jolly people around her. The hem of her dress was already wrinkled due to her constantly wringing the fabric because of her nervousness. There were so many attractive women crowding the room that she felt her last piece of self esteem shutter. She was already at the brink of leaving to stroll over towards the buffet table when she felt a breath against her earshell.

" What a beautiful view indeed, my dear." A low and haughting voice whispered into her ear. Mey Rin slowly turned to get a glimpse of the strange intruder behind her back her light hazelnut orbs only met a silver curtain for the eyes of the stranger were covered by his long silvery bangs. For a long moment she stared instensily at the odd man resulting in a wide Cheshire grin of him. "My dear....did you listen to me or should I repeat myself?" Mey Rin's face slowly colored until it looked like a ripe tomato. The man wasn't all too pleased at this view.

"Contain yourself, woman. The color on your cheeks doesn't go well with the paleness of your skin...." He remarked as he traces the delicate contures of Mey Rin's skin. "I wish I could see what is inside of that fragile human body of yours. I would gladly crack your skull open to see what your thoughts are....." Mey Rin lost her the color and replaced it with paleness. That man crept the hell out of her. What was he doing here anyway.

As if he was able to read her mind, the already wide grin of him grew even wider. "My pet....you are quite forbidden. If you only knew what you do...how much potential to perfection is harboured in that petite body of yours....so many things I'd like to do..." He took her hand and slightly kissed it. His lips upon her hot skin felt like ice piercing through her. She flinched a little and drew her hand from his grasp. "Who are you?" She asked, her voice trembling as she was cornered between the man and the table she sat at.

Another trademark grin followed. "Excuse me....how very rude of me....let me introduce myself to you,my dear....I am Adrian. But people call me 'the Undertaker'. What will your name be, my little porcelain doll?" Mey Rin was wary about giving this man an answer. Ever since he arrived at her table she felt this uneasiness. But also a strange thrill to submit to the mysterious character named Undertaker. "My name is Mey Rin."she meekly replied.

"Mey Rin it is. What an odd name. But it suits such a rare apple as you are." He paused to examine her face. "Are you scared of me?" He silently asked in a calm voice. She shook her head in reply. Undertaker got up to move right in front of her stretching a hand for her to take. "Will you follow me then?" Mey Run hesitated for a long second. Ever since Undertaker started talking with her, she was quite intrigued by him. Even though his behaviour kind of creeped her out. She wanted to look past the silvery curtains and so she took his hand. He helped her to get up but by doing so he pressed her body to his and whispered in a low tone: "When the clock strikes 12, you will be mine."

Mey Rin got the red hue back and refused to look up as she was lead outskirts the mansion. They passed the rose gardens when the Undertaker stopped right in front of what looked like a rundown cottage.