Prologue
The rain poured on her face as she looked up to the cloudy sky. Her yellow-golden eyes held no emotion, no hint of life. But she lived, she knew that. Unlike her, the man underneath her was dead. He had a long gash on his throat and a bloody hole in his chest, where his heart should beat.
Blood was spilled everywhere, on his face and clothes. His lifeless empty eyes stared at the ceiling and the girl above him. Although he was dead, the look of pure horror, and maybe surprise was written all over his face.
The girl looked down to him again. She still wondered if she should have pity with him, lying here in an insignificant alleyway, in his own pool of blood, killed by an innocent looking young woman with snow white hair and golden eyes.
She heard church bells ring, as if to tell her she got to go home. Without glancing back at the man, she stepped over his head, through puddles of his red life-liquid. She went out of the alleyway to the main street.
It was midnight and the full moon shined through the rainclouds, fighting them off, till London was shining in the pale moonlight. The air was quite chilly now but this doesn't seem to bother her. She watched the few people who were outside since the rain stopped. The majority were drunken men and prostitutes doing their so called "work".
She watched them a while, but she needed to get home on time. She walked down the street until she reached the home of the Undertaker.
She didn't really wanted go in there, but she needed to report what just had happened.
A shiver ran up her spine as she stood in front of the door which separated herself from the scary inside there, well at least everyone else thought he was scary. What she felt for him was kind of, respect, she admired him, if you wanted to say so. She opened the door slowly, Undertaker never bothered to lock it, since nobody who was alive and wanted to be would dare to enter his house in the middle of the night, not that he would harm is visitors.
She stepped inside and looked around for the coffin he used as a bed when she heard a low chuckle from the coffin beside her.
"My my, what do want so late at night here little one?~" he asked with th eusual amusement in his voice. He opened the coffin lit fully and stepped out of it to face her. She remained still and watched him from the corner of her eye. "I think you might have a new costumer by tomorrow," she answered in a quiet voice, sweet as honey. "They attacked me again, but the mission is completed, I'll arranged everything for tomorrow, they won't interrupt again."
"A new costumer hm? Let me guess, he didn't listen to your warning, maybe the next time they will know that they aren't allowed to stay near you while you're working~" he was still in his giggling-mood. She didn't mind if he was, it was better that way, soon it would be over and he'd turn serious, which wasn't very often, but she knew that he would ask and she would answer him although she had a bad feeling about this.
"So~ now tell me, my little Angel," –golden eyes narrowed slightly, still watching him intently under white bangs- "What happened to the Reapers?~", he dripped his head, a black nail on his chin, looking at her through his bangs, searching for a reaction and still smiling cruelly.
"Here it goes", she thought full bitterness to herself.
A/N: So far so good, I hope you liked it and it would be very nice if you reviewed my story.
I also appreciate criticism, so I can write it better. Please be nice.
I don't own anything of Kuroshitsuji it all belongs to Yana Tobos, the OC is mine :)