-Later That Night-

Grell walked quietly through the streets for London. His long brown hair tied back with a red bow, round glasses, and a black suit on. He chose this from because neither William nor Ronald would recognize him if he was seen. And in this form he didn't care how saw him crying. And so he bawled his eyes out about everything he couldn't when they happened. The past day's events, Ron, William, and even Sebastian rejecting him; he cried because he killed to only woman he had and ever would love. He stumbled all alone in the London's cold streets. His only comfort was the full, bright, moon, but even that didn't stay long clouds sprinkled the sky. And all of Grell's dumb luck vanished completely when it started raining. His hair began cling to his face, so soon he was utterly drenched it the heavy rain. Grell couldn't bring himself to care. If rain was the least of his worries he'd just go home, and deal with William. He stumbled once again bumping into someone.

"Well, well Grell Sutcliff." The voice of a demon said. Sebastian Michaels stood before Grell. Grell normally be so happy to see the demon butler but now he just wanted to be alone.

"Please, j-just l-leave..." he sobbed, "me alone."

"..." Sebastian sighed heavily; letting Grell run into the darkness of the cold icy night. He pitted Grell deeply, and didn't know why. He'd never seen him actually run of brawling so badly. He didn't think he ever saw anyone cry like that.

He didn't care where he went, or who save his awful state. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the pale full moon returned to the sky. It gave Grell enough light to see he was in a back alley way of the London city. He sighed and leaned on the wall.

Undertaker saw a small fragile figure lean on the brick wall of an apartment. The Rain had finally stopped leaving him a clear night to stalk in prey. He heard Grell let out a loud sigh. He couldn't help but want to comfort that small fragile, childlike man leaning on the wet brick. Undertaker never really liked Grell in this form. He acted so much different than his Grell. His vivid, brilliant Grell, who he'd found so entertaining. He remembered the time he found the reaper in a coffin sleeping. He wanted to see him react to begin made fun of. And the outcome had been the best fun he'd have in years. Then there was also the time he'd seen this Grell for the time. He was so easily frightened like a small child. It was so adorable! He seemed so fragile and Undertaker thought of taking advantage of that. Now, it seemed those forgotten thoughts were back.

"It's been a dreadfully long time, Grell~!" Undertaker smiled deviously. Grell wasn't completely found of that smile, but he had to admit it was sexy.

"Yes, I think it has." He tried to pull himself together and smile back.

"You're so cute and you act so strong." Undertaker put a hand on his face making Grell blush slightly "You shouldn't have to put up with William." He frowned and rubbed his thumb against his face. Grell's blush deepened. "It's raining come with me so you don't get sick." Grell allowed Undertaker to take him home, to Undertaker's home. He was quite sure what would happen once he got there but anything was better than being Will's toy.