Love After Death. (Completed)

Chapter 3*

LIBBY

I finished cleaning the windows when I glanced at the grandfather clock behind the front counter.
Perhaps I should make Undertaker some tea? He has been working hard on that corpse all morning.

I stepped through a door on the right where a small kitchenette was. I brewed a fresh kettle of hot water and made him some oo-long tea.

I found an urn in a cupboard filled with cookies that looked like dog biscuits. They smelled okay so I placed several on a plate. I put the tea pot, tea cup, and plate of cookies on a tray I found and headed toward the back room.

Stepping through the door I scanned the room. The body of the woman was dressed and made up beautifully and already placed in her coffin.

Undertaker had cleaned up his mess and tools and put everything away already. I spotted a small coffin on the floor before an old sofa in a shade of deep green. Some stuffing was falling out of one cushion.

Lying on the sofa fast asleep was a mess of silver hair attached to a sprawled body. I bit my lip to hide a smile and placed the tray on the coffin.

There was a brown blanket tossed over the back of the sofa. I grabbed it and draped it over the sleeping man before me.

I longed to brush his hair back from his face.

What did he look like under there?

My hands hovered above him a moment before I sighed and decided to leave him be. I tucked the blanket close to his lithe body and turned to leave when a hand suddenly grasped my wrist with tremendous force.

I gasped and spun to find Undertaker's black finger nails pinching my skin. He was breathing raggedly. His iron grip was tight on my wrist. My demon instincts were kicking in. I could feel his pain though he wasn't physically hurt.

"Undertaker? Undertaker?" I knelt beside his head trying to wake him. I gently shook his shoulder with my free hand afraid to break free of his grasp and hurt him in doing so.

He murmured in between panting breaths.

"Undertaker?" I leaned close to hear him better.

He suddenly released my wrist and clasped my face between his hands and kissed me soundly.

Stunned I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do.

What in the Hell?

Wow, his lips are really soft.

What the Hell am I doing? He's my master, I can't kiss him!

I drew back quickly and the dreamlike expression on his lips faded as he came to consciousness.

"Libby? Deary what are you doing? You're so close you are blurry. Hehehe." He chuckled as I blushed furiously. I jumped to my feet and lowered my head hiding my reddened cheeks.

"I brought you tea Undertaker. I thought you might be hungry after a long morning of work." I blushed the color of a fresh rose and quickly left the room.

What the Hell was that?

UNDERTAKER

I watched Libby flee the room. I blinked and chuckled to myself.

"What's gotten into her?" I pursed my lips before I spotted the tea and bone shaped biscuits on a tray. I smiled to myself and nibbled a biscuit.

I recalled the dream I had and frowned.
I had dreamt of Cloudia again. Any time I losed my eyes for more than a blink I saw her face. This time I knew it was a dream so I allowed myself to go through the motions.