So I was just rewatched Kuroshitsuji(aka Black Butler) and I am absolutely in love with the Undertaker! I love him so much I wanted to make a fanfiction about him and I so enjoy! XD

My POV

Ah this is my perfect day, I thought smiling as I walked down the busy streets of London. I'd never thought I'd end up here…I also thought as I gracefully slid around a group of women that were too busy talking to notice they were blocking the street.

I looked up to see the perfect sunless sky that was cloudy and light, smoky gray. My eyes slowly flittered closed as a light breeze brushed against my face. Why can't days more like this?

My name's Rachel Elise Grimes, age 19 and a very different kind of girl. Let's start with I'm not full British like most of the people strolling around me; I'm American with of course British in me. Actually I'm related to many British Kings and Queens, but I don't get any notice for it because I'm American.

But I really don't care because if I was all rich and proper I couldn't have as much fun as I do now. And I probably wouldn't get to wear what I like. Probably I'd be being fitted right now in a large room with big glass windows and a huge bed. A maid would be suffocating me with a corset while I had a metal dress thing around my waist. Then I would be stuffed into a horrible pinked laced and bowed abomination of a dress.

Yeah that's defiantly what I wouldn't want to wear in my spare time. What I would want to wear is something like I'm wearing right now. A v-neck strapless blood red dress that reach to my thighs with black lacing covering it and created patterns of roses that showed all my curves. Then black lacing along the top of the dress and a black rose on the right side of my chest. Black stitching ran from the middle part of my chest where it then stopped at the top of where dress flowed out a tad. Knee high black boots completed my outfit.

Now I may be American and most British people wouldn't think I'm pretty because I'm not royalty, but I am actually a big turn headed for both men and woman. Men like to stare in awe while women stare but more like glare their glares saying "die". But anyway I'll tell you what I look like so you don't have to listen to my crap. I have short shoulder length hair that's layered and wavy in areas and silky to the touch. I also have long bangs that cover my eyes from people but I can still see all the people that stare at me like I'm crazy. My skin is pale like porcelain with no freckles, but I used to have them when I was kid but they disappeared. I have a good sized chest not big and not flat so let's not bring it up that often. I was unfortunate to have short arms, luckily have long nice legs. I also am short not midget but not tall. God no tallness at all, but any way continuing. I'm skinny but not like a twig I'm a perfect weight. But out of all those things my eyes are the prettiest thing well that's what my family, friends, and even strangers say. There's no color to describe them, their blue and gray but they're not. They tend to look clouded and crystal like. Their also usually found with heavy makeup too, even though not many people can pull off the heavy eyeliner I do it quite well.

From my taste in clothes and makeup you can tell I'm the one who likes dark things. Black over pink, roses over daises, night instead of day those are some of the things I like. I also like my food…I swear if I didn't have a fast metabolism I'd be so fat. My stomach is like a bottomless pit and sense I disgust food quick I tend to have to eat more so I don't faint or anything. Luckily I have the fast metabolism or I have to exercise but I can't because I have something called Costochondritis. Costochondritis is the expansion of cartilage; it can happen in part of the body because there's cartilage all over your body. You can have surgery to remove some of the cartilage, but there's one place that surgery is too dangerous; especially if it a kid or teen has it, because of the risk of the organs the place is the chest. There is cartilage in between the rib cage so it expands and push against the ribs causing them severe pain. It's painful to have it in any place but the chest is the worst. Grown men can't even handle the pain, so, it's amazing when young people have to deal with it. Women are diagnosed with it more than men. Most of the time it only stays for two to three weeks with over the counter medicines and heat it usually goes away, but sometimes it can last for a very long time sometimes even a life time. It can also cause breathing problems. I can't really exercise because of it and it's a pain in the ass! So I'd be HUGE without a fast metabolism!

"Hey pretty woman!" A voice slurred most likely the person was drunk. Ah I hope there not talking to me…I thought as I still continued walking down the cobblestone street of London.

"Hey stop," the voiced slurred again, "woman in the short red dress!"

Shit…I let my feet come to a halt as my head tilted back to see over my shoulder. A tall man around 6.1 with long greasy hair stood wearing rags for clothes. Well look what I've gotten myself into this time…

"Yes…"I asked stretching out the word as I stared at him from behind my bangs. He smirked and started making his way towards me tripping over his feet along the way too. He finally reached me and looked down at me from his place in the sky. Man he's tall! His eyes were a simple brown but were clouded with lust as he looked my body over. Gross.

"Now what's a pretty lady like you doing walking down here on a horrible day like this when we could be at my place…?" He smirked his arm finding its way to my shoulders and pulling me against his chest. By now people had stooped and were staring and whispering. Slowly a smile found its way to my lips showing my perfect white teeth. I looked up at him smiling like a maniac and slowly my bangs fell out of place of hiding my eyes. Fun!

"You better get your hands off me or I'll kick your ass across this street!" I told him in a sing-song voice.

"Wha..."Before he could finish my whole hand was pressed to his face. I leaned forward and next the guy was flying across the street right in a box of great smelling fish! I smiled and tilted my head to the side.

"You weren't fast enough how bout we play another time," I told him as I smiled but slowly my smile faded where I was emotionless, "next time all throw you harder." Whispers all broke out that I could only catch parts of them.

"Wow did you see that! He just flew she's not normal…"

"How improper…"

"Freak…"

I smiled. So people here are the same I thought as I turned around ready to start walking again when I felt a strong wind come from my left. My head turned to look down an alley where at the end was another street but no shops along it…except for one. A stone walled shop with a big rectangular dark purpled sign outline with gold coloring and skull perched on the top in the middle. The words Undertaker were spelled out in it. Coffins and grave stones sat or were leaning against the wall.

Unconsciously my feet started moving and then soon I was walking down the alley. I could no longer hear the whispers from people only the sounds of my feet on the ground. The light smell of death wafted into my nose. My hands flittered over the door knob. My hand finally grasped it and I pushed open the door, the sound of a bell rung out through the silence.

The shop was dark but not the kind where you couldn't see where you were going. Coffins were leaning and lying on the ground. Some open while others were closed most likely containing bodies. Book cases were placed along the right side of the store with jars of unknown things and books. On the left side of the store was a hallway I could see a closed door. Most likely there were more, but I couldn't see them at the moment.

I like this place…was all I thought as I smiled and stared at the place in awe. I wonder who…

"Hehehe what do we have here?" A happy voice sung. My head snapped to where the voice had come from to see a man standing next to a shiny, black painted coffin. He was tall like the man I had thrown today and wore black long robes and a gray shawl starting from his right shoulder then around the left side of his waist and around his back. He had long silver hair that reach to the lower part of his back and with long bangs that covered his eyes kinda like mine but mine were shorter so you could see my eyes. There was then a scar running from the right side of his face over until it almost was touching the bridge of his nose and one around his neck too. His nails were longer than most women and painted black just like mine.

"Have you maybe come for a coffin fitting for someone?" He sung throwing his arms into the air, "or maybe a coffin fitting for yourself!" He asked walking over to me and sliding a finger across my cheek. His finger nail slightly scratching my skin and sending shivers through my body. He was smiling showing perfect white teeth.

"Have you come for a coffin?" He asked again smiling.

I smiled and slid my left leg to the side so that I was doing somewhat of a split and quickly ducked under his arm and circled around him, "maybe…" I sung smiling. His turned to me and watched as I danced around the coffins.

"But the question is for what?" I told him as I sat on the edge of an opened casket, "but unfortunately for you today is not the day I need one."

"Why is that, a coffin can be of use anytime!" He told me smiling and gesturing to the coffins leaning on the wall, "they could even be used for sleep!"

"Yes they can, can't they?" I answered back smiling and staring down at the coffin while my fingertips brushed over the silk padding of it. I heard soft footsteps making their way toward they finally stop I looked down to see black shoes. I then felt a finger curve under my chin and tilt it up so that I was looking up at where his eyes were supposed to be.

"Yes very…" Was all he said. I've gotten my self into something…

So that's the first chapter I know it's not that good but it will get better! Hope you guys continue reading!

Ja ne!