Vampy: This is a rewrite of the first chapter. I'm posting Lover's Morgue to Archive of Our Own and there were some parts that I was unhappy with, so I changed it up a bit. I will probably be changing some of the other chapters too (not too much) because my writing style from 2013 is a bit different from my writing style now. I don't own any of the characters from Black Butler.

Undertaker was an odd character. He was, as his name stated, an undertaker. However, he was also a retired Shinigami as well as an informant to the Queen's guard dog, Earl Ciel Phantomhive. Undertaker never took money as payment since he wasn't overly fond of the Queen; instead he asked for laughter.

The day started out as any other day would. Undertaker went through his usual morning routine of waking, dressing, and eating. He then worked on cleaning and fixing up the 'guests' his costumers brought to him, a never fading grin on his face. He hid in a coffin when Earl Phantomhive came with his butler and popped out unexpectedly when the Earl demanded information. Undertaker's insane laughter could be heard outside if someone was unlucky enough to be walking by his shop. Yes, a considerably normal day if you asked Undertaker. It wasn't until late at night that something unexpected happened.

Around midnight he heard loud laughter outside his shop. Laughter itself is not a bad thing, but this laughter was not the kind Undertaker enjoyed. This laughter was cruel. Curiosity getting the better of him, Undertaker stopped working on the coffin he was preparing for his newest guest and walked over to open the door.

The sight before him made his stomach twist with disgust. There were several men surrounding a young woman in the alley way outside his shop. One of the men was currently having his way with her. Undertaker could hear the smack of skin against skin, grunts, moans, and muffled whimpers, making him feel as though he could throw up.

He flinched slightly when a metal flashed briefly in the moonlight and the girl let out a gurgle of pain. Undertaker had seen many different kinds of deaths during his life time and knew that he shouldn't interfere, but he couldn't bear the thought of not doing anything after bearing witness to such a crime. Undertaker glanced back at his shop as his conscience battled with his inner reaper until he finally turned back to the men.

"What have we here? Looks like someone got a liiiiiiiittle too excited~" Undertaker said in a singsong voice.

All of the men whirled around in surprise. "What the 'ell do you want?" The obvious ringleader of the group tucked his prick back into his pants as he took a step forward.

The grin on Undertaker's face grew even wider, if that was possible. "I simply want the world's greatest gift of laughter. But some people misuse this great gift, and they need to be punished." He chuckled insanely as he pointed at them.

"Punish us? I'd like to see you try, old man." He pulled out a rusty looking knife and licked the tip of it as he sneered at the silver haired funeral director.

Undertaker's grin became menacing as a long, curved blade with a skull at the tip of the handle suddenly appeared in his hand. Everyone's eyes widened in fear and disbelief as he began to cackle. "I was hoping that you would say that. It's been far too long since I've had a chance to use my beloved Mortis on a mortal."

The man's bladder failed him and a dark stain formed in the front of his trousers, the knife falling with a clatter against the cobblestones. "P-please. . ."

"I'm sure that's what the young woman said too, and yet you showed her no mercy. Why should I show you any?" The ancient Shinigami looked at him with cold, unfeeling eyes as he cut him from nostril to navel with a mere twitch of his scythe. He didn't even blink as blood splattered across his face.

Undertaker turned his head, crimson droplets slowly running down his cheeks and dripping from his eyelashes as he grinned at the remaining men. "Who's next?"

"You. . . you monster!'"

"Pot calling the kettle black." The mortician lunged forward as he giggled insanely, his scythe sweeping in a wide arc and cleaving through anything in its path. "Poor, filthy humans. I don't think that your cinematic records will be worth watching."

He dragged the bodies down into his workshop when he came down from his blood lust. Undertaker could only hope that the group had been on the Death List since the last thing he needed was Dispatch to put him under investigation. The silver haired reaper paused as a pale hand reached out and grabbed his ankle .

"Please help me," the girl whispered weakly, pain in her eyes and voice. The sight of her broke his heart.

Undertaker knelt down beside her. " I'm sorry, my dear. I can not save you, it's against the rules. Not that I really follow the rules." He muttered to himself before saying loud enough for her to hear, "I'll be judging your soul now. Please, be patient a bit longer."

He quickly slashed her with his scythe. Her eyes widened in disbelief for an instant before they went blank as rolls of film exited her body.

My name is Raven Stonewall. My mother died when I was seven. Her voice narrated as she saw herself at her mother's funeral. Undertaker crouched beside her and watched with interest.

I never thought that she'd leave me. She had been sick for so long though. Maybe that's why I didn't cry when she died. Or maybe it was because I didn't want my father to beat me for not being tough. Not that it helped at all. He beat me anyways. 10 years of beatings, shouts, and alcohol. When did I finally snap? Was it because he sold the locket Mother gave me so he could buy more beer? Was it because I'd finally gotten sick of him hitting me everyday? Either way, it doesn't matter. I'm leaving.

I don't grab anything since I don't have any belongings. Father takes everything that I own. He sees me as I start to leave. Damn, I thought he was asleep already! We fight and he hits me again, but I hit him back this time. I'm done letting him bully me.

He falls back and I take my chance to run. I run as fast as I can until I find myself in an alleyway. I'm not quite sure how I got here, but I got away from Father, so it doesn't really matter. I hear a sound behind me, a small chuckle I think. Fear runs like ice through my veins. It causes me to freeze up. My instincts scream at me to run, but it's too late. I'm surrounded by five ugly thugs.

"Well well, we've got a real looker here," One of them say as he reached out to stroke my black curls. I try to scream, but they cover my mouth and use me for their pleasure. I don't count how many times I'm touched, how many caresses I feel.

When they're done with me, they stab me in the gut. I guess someone must have heard because I hear a new voice. I feel so cold and everything is getting so dark. Maybe now I can be with Mum again.

The Cinematic Records stopped playing after that. Even Undertaker couldn't find anything to laugh about in this situation. He sighed sadly and looked at Raven, who was blinking away her tears.

Wait a minute, she's supposed to be dead. Why is she blinking? Undertaker frowned in confusion.

Raven was a bit confused herself. The tears were gone, but her eyesight was blurry. She'd had perfect eyesight before all this happened. Though the pain was leaving her body and she felt a little cold, she wasn't dying anymore. Or was she?

Undertaker's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. He grinned creepily. "Oh my, isn't this interesting!"