Red tea (sebagrell)

Chapter 8: long awaited

Grell pov

The blood dropped off my palm to the floor below, in an almost soothing pattern. When it hit the floor it made a small 'pat' sound, my hand began to numb as shock took over. I came to terms with my surroundings and realised that I needed to collect the blood before the bleeding stopped instead of watching it drip to the floor.

I quickly grabbed the bottle out of my pocket, my hands shaking, and I slid the bottle across my skin. As I applied more and more pressure, more blood came dropping from my hand until the bottle was full. I placed the bottle in back in my pocket and started to bandage the wound as I stared blankly at note the Undertaker gave me.

Before I made the decision to go through with my plan, I stared to pictured the nights that I could spend helpless in his arms as he reads to me

I hummed as I mixed the pots of blood together. It was quite a large amount of tea; but it would have to do. I boiled the tea and put it in a cup, ready to do it. I no longer cared about the taste. I was drinking it anyway, whether I liked it or not. I didn't think that I had a choice, I needed the baby. The tea was bitter and metallic, but it was a small price to pay for a child of my very own.

I finish the tea but almost threw it back up, ew, it was bad enough going down but coming back up would've been even worse.

(Small time skip)

I decided to go visit my Sebastian but I think I passed out before I could get out the door, I don't really know what's going on but I see my past life, my own scuicide, and how I became a reaper because of it.

I see me, a small fragile flower being taunted, teased, that night I added to my myriad of scar carved into my flesh like battle wounds, not of heroism but of cowering behind a blade, thinking the only way to be happy is to cover myself in the crimson colour that already covers my head, the reason behind my problems, the reason I took the pills and left this world in the first place.

I ended up scaring myself awake.

How could I even think about bringing another poor soul into this cruel, unforgiving world, i have to stop this, NOW!

William pov

"Grell Sutcliff, you haven't showed up to work for 3 days now! Stop making me do all yours work so that you can go fond over that demon!"

I made a spare key just for this reason, good thing to, this lazy ass reaper never does his work!

"I'm coming in, don't ask how I got a key cause I'm not telling..., Grell!".

Sorry this chapter was really dark, it's just the story behind Grell, comment below what you think will happen in the next chapter, don't forget to vote and comment, and a special Thx to creator-P  for the help making this chapter.