~Undertaker's POV~

The next morning, I went to check on my guest and found her sound asleep in a coffin, her fey eyes shot open as I leaned over the edge of the coffin to peer down at her. Her eyes were bright as she gazed up at me.

"Good morning, little bird." I smiled and offered her my hand.

She accepted it and allowed me to pull her from the coffin.

"Think you can make some flower arrangements?" I asked as I led her to the shop.

She looked at me curiously.

I led her to a workbench and placed a black vase in front of her, "Put some flowers in it." I smiled.

She looked around the room and spotted the flower storage area and timidly went to retrieve a few. I smiled and went to work while she played with the flowers. After a few minutes she placed the vase beside me not the least bit disturbed by my dead client. I looked up curiously and smiled; the vase was filled with black and white roses, along with some white baby's breath and speckled with a few red roses.

"Lovely! Want to make more?"

She nodded and I saw the faintest of smiles on her lips as she raced back to her work station. She made quite a few bouquets. The bell at the shop entrance rang signaling the arrival of a customer and she raced into the room I was working in and clung to my arm.

"It's alright." I smiled, "Stay here, I'll be back."

I took care of the business as quickly as possible and returned, to find her sitting in my work chair staring at the corpse on the table.

"It doesn't bother you?" I pondered.

She shook her head timidly.

I leaned in the doorway and watched her closely for a minute as she stared blankly at the corpse, "I need something to call you."

She turned to me curiously.

"How about Morrigun?" That seemed fitting considering it was once the name of a goddess of death.

She thought for a moment and shook her head slowly.

"What about, Willow?"

She thought for a longer moment as if trying it on before smiling faintly and nodding. Her stomach made a soft grumbling sound and an adorable rosy blush spread across her pallid cheeks.

"Why don't you make some more flower arrangements, while I fix something to eat?"

She smiled and scampered off to the next room to play with the flowers while I headed to the kitchen to make her something to eat. As I rifled through the cupboards in an attempt to find something suitable for her to eat, I heard shattering glass from the floral room followed by angry shouts.

"Willow!" I darted back to the shop part of the house and froze as I spotted glass littering the floor from a massive hole in the window and big rock with a piece of parchment attached to it.

She was huddled in the corner with her hands over her head, shaking in fear.

"GO BACK TO THE ASYLUM!" Someone screamed from out front.

"MURDERER!"

She covered her ears with trembling hands as a single tear slid down her pallid cheek.

I stepped across the glass strewn floor and knelt before her as the crowd dispersed. "Willow?"

Her dazzling silver and gold orbs peered up at me through her silken sheets of raven hair. She dove into my arms with a terrified squeak before I could open my mouth to say anything more.

"It's okay, little bird." I cooed as I lifted her into my arms and carried her safely across the glass littered floor. We made it safely to the kitchen, I set her down atop the counter and leaned back to check her over for any new injuries. "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head as the tears began to fall.

"Can you wait here for me, for a minute?"

Her fey orbs widened for the briefest of moments.

"There aren't any windows." I assured her and turned to head back to the shop.

She caught the back of my robe in her small hands and clung to me helplessly.

I turned to her with a smile, "It's alright; you'll be safe in here."

She shook her head frantically and hopped down from the counter before latching herself to my arm. I looked down into her fear filled fey orbs and couldn't help but reach out to caress her tear stained cheeks. I wiped away her stray tears with my thumb and smiled down at her reassuringly. Those fools should know better than to lash out at her, but they were mere mortals, they didn't understand us beings not of this world.

"Alright, little bird, I'll stay." I smoothed her raven hair back and before I knew what had come over me I leaned forward and placed a tender kiss atop her head.

An adorable blush spread across her pallid cheeks and she quickly averted her gaze to a row of dusty organ filled jars. I chuckled and resumed my task at trying to find her something suitable to eat. I'd have to go to the market later, but I couldn't risk taking her out in public. She was much too fragile for that. I'd have to wait until after she fell asleep.

Video- "Wings of a Butterfly" By HIM