Hello Again (Undertaker x reader)

32. Mooh! Makes the cow

I assumed that no one was looking for me. After one week I lost all my hope of getting rescued. I tried to do a runner myself several times. There was always something that prevented this. First two massive dogs were chasing me around the yard, getting shot at by guards, falling off the huge walls and the last one was falling into a massive hole. Can anyone tell me, why is there a freaking hole in the backyard?!

I pouted in my room as Lord Harold came in.

"Having fun dear?"

I turned my back on him, "Sure...getting bitten in the butt by dogs, turned to cheese by bullets and then fall twice to my death...no big deal."

I hated how he walked around me like a vulture, scanning me like a piece of meat.

I had to ask him though, "Why do you have a hole in the yard?"

I grinned, "oh that? It's just for a former employee."

I returned the favor and grinned as well, "Oh how thoughtful of you...helping to the very end. You know someone professional could have done this 'dirty work' for you."

"I don't need an undertaker for such jobs!" he shouted, getting closer.

I didn't move an inch, "How many employees have been given this 'special send off'?"

He grabbed my hair and pulled it towards him. I winced in pain. "If you are not careful enough, you will be joining them soon!" With that said, he slammed the door shut, locking it up.

I was now a prisoner...once again.

Lord Harold's wife, Meena, heard our conversation, asking her husband about it, "Who did you kill this time?" "Just some employee that tried to steal from me, that's all." She gives him a stern look, "Hire an Undertaker!"

"What?"

"You heard me...get the Undertaker or I swear, I will tell the police about you."

He glared at her, "Who do you think you are!" With one swing, he slapped her across the face, "How dare you order me around!!"

She didn't move.

Lord Harold stood there for a minute in utter silence, before speaking again in a quiet tone, "I hire one...happy?"

He left his wife on the floor and headed to the lobby. Meena waited for a minute, before standing up. He cheek was extremely bruised, but this didn't stop her. She had a plan. From her husband's study, she stole the keys to my chamber. She heard him talk to someone on the phone.

"Tonight is the night. I will make her mine! What? Oh yes, a fighting instinct of a feline and a sharp tongue of a viper. Don't worry; I am sure she is as pure as a blank sheet. Oh...the right is just a bluff; I doubt that there is any truth to that. Okay I got to go, making myself ready."

Meena didn't waste any time, she had to set her plan into motion...tonight!

Although, once I met her face to face, I tensed up.

"A present from your husband, sweet cheeks?"

"Shut your mouth and listen up. I don't want you here and because of that...I help you to get out."

I was speechless.

She continued, "He will hire an Undertaker tonight. Climb under his wagon and leave this place, once and for all."

I gained my voice back, "And why are you helping me exactly?"

"I will not get replaced by some street tramp. I worked hard to become a wife of a noble gentleman and you...will not get in my way. I rather die than become a servant again!"

She left the door open for me to escape. She turned around one last time, "get out of my sight."

"YES MADAM!"

In the meantime, Lord Harold really did hire an Undertaker. As luck happens, he took the right one. I could have squealed in delight, as I noticed the long silver hair and the outfit. I watched from a safer distance the scene. "What is it you desire?" said Undertaker in a rather bored tone. The lord, pointed at the corpse, "Get rid of him that is all."

"As you wish" he grabbed the lifeless body over his shoulder and headed towards his wagon.

To get his attention, I made owl wounds.

He didn't hear it.

Another tactic...I tried to sound like a crow, a rather sick crow.

He placed the body into a coffin. Is he doing this on purpose?!

Now or never...I made a cow sound..."MOOOOO!!!"

Of course that got everyone's attention...even the morticians.

Lord Harold was confused, "Where the hell did that cow sound come from?!" The guards looked around. Undertaker joined them, finding me near the main doors. His grin says more than thousand words, "Lord Harold, I have some other business to attempt to tonight. May I take my leave?"

"Yeah yeah, everyone, find that cow!"

The mortician was near the doors. I crawled over to him and right under his coat. I forgot that he was ticklish, as he began to make weird poses, "woo...ah...iii...."

Lord Harold looked at the mortician, "Are you alright?"

His high pitched voice was hysterical, "Yes...yes...fine here...iii....fine, fine...good byeeeee."

"What a nut case", mumbled the Lord heading back inside.

Once at a safe distance, I got off him. We both laughed like maniacs, falling off the wagon in the process. Undertaker had his arms wrapped around me, as he showered me with kisses all over my face, "I missed you my little one." I tried to push him off, still giggling of course, "Me too."

Once our laugh died down we got back on the vehicle.

I was thrilled as he said that I can stay with him for the night. I could have attacked him with another hug...he was just too much! Although, his stare concerned me, "Is something on my face?"

He shook his head and looked a little lower, "My dear may I have you're..."

I stopped him, "Just because I made a cow sound doesn't mean I am one, if you ask me if I could give you my milk... I slap you!"

He giggled now, "Hehehehe....moo."

I could only roll my eyes at his childishness, "weirdo."