A/N: Welcome to another chapter. I want to thank you guys again for taking interest in this story. I also want to apologize for all the errors in the first chapter. It's been a while since I have published anything on and a lot has changed. I promise to improve so stay with me. Remember to R&R and of course enjoy!
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Chapter 2: 42-42-564
Ciel stepped forward, leading the group into the room. The old, wooden floors crying out in protest beneath his heeled, leather boots. "Undertaker!" he called out into the darkness.
Dante took this moment to take in her surroundings. The room was cold, dimly lit and littered with wooden coffins of all shapes and sizes. She could barely make anything out, if not for the nearly burnt out candles that flickered ever so often casting eerie shadows upon the walls.
"Looks like he's not home. We will just have to come back another time then." She said turning on her heels and making her way towards the exit. A creepy laugh filled the room, just then, stopping her in her tracts.
"Leaving so soon? Why? You've only just arrived." The intangible voice asked of the young child.
Chills ran laps on her spin and the hairs on her head stood on end. "Where's that voice coming from?" She asked to no one in particular.
Ciel placed a gloved hand on his hip. His patience was running thin. "Come out now!" He ordered. "I haven't the time for your games."
"But there is always time for games, dear Earl." The voice defended as a skeletal hand crept out from a coffin nearby and gripped the shoulder of an unsuspecting Dante. "Isn't that right, young sir?"
Dante Jumped, letting out a cry. She was at her butler's side in seconds, gripping the fabric of her coat until her knuckles were pale. Madeline wrapped a comforting arm around the girl to calm her.
Ciel rolled his eyes at the Undertaker's antics but couldn't help but be slightly amused by the Dunam boy's reaction. "Undertaker, I'm sure you know of the murders that has been happening in the area. What can you tell me about them?" He asked cutting to the chase. He hopped to make their visit brief, very brief.
The silver haired man stepped out of the shadows and placed his skeleton prop back in its casket. Dante eyed him wearily as he gathered the hem of his long black robes and sat himself atop one of the closed caskets. "Ah, that." He laughed. "I can tell you what I know, but-" he spread his arms apart with a crooked smile on his face. "Before I tell you. I require…payment."
Ciel sighed heavily and folded his arms across his chest.
Dante coughed and stepped away from the older woman. She brushed imaginary dust from her long coat and moved to Ciel's side. She was slightly embarrassed by her earlier display of cowardice. "Payment?" she asked. "What sort of payment?"
"The ultimate la-" he trailed off taking a good look at the two new comers. He took in the blonde boy's appearance. His hidden eyes widen in realization before he roared with laughter.
Madeline eyed the man as if he were insane. She then looked towards the two dark haired males of the group, just in time to catch Sebastian's brow raise. "Is he mad?" she asked the two.
"Not more then usual." Sebastian replied raising a gloved hand to his chin. "But he doesn't usually start laughing so soon."
Dante frowned and folded her arms in front of her. "And what, may I ask, is so funny?" She was more then just a little annoyed with the strange man for embarrassing her in front of the cute young Earl and his devilishly handsome butler.
Ciel also eyed the man strangely. "Yes, I would like to know as well."
The Undertaker calmed enough to wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth. He pointed a long thin finger hosting an equally long, black fingernail at Dante. "You playing prete-" He started to say but was cut off by the female butler.
"Back to why we're here, if you may." Madeline said glaring at the man.
Ciel paused for a moment, a bit curious about what the Undertaker had to say, but than thought nothing of it and agreed with the woman. "Right, and you've gotten your laugh it seems."
Dante's brows came together in confusion and Madeline gave the girl a look and a shake of the head, silently telling her not to question it further.
The silver haired man straighten out from the doubled over position he had taken while laughing. "You want to know about the murders, yes." He started, catching his breath. "All the victims were young boys no older than you, Earl Phantomhive."
He hopped down from his casket and moved back to his skeletal prop from earlier. He grasped the jaw in his hand and opened it. "Each had their tongues ripped right out of their little mouths." He told them.
Dante cringed at being reminded of the horrors these poor boys faced.
"Yes, yes we all know that. I read the morning paper as well." Ciel said fanning his hand in a dismissive manor.
"Ah! But did you know the boys bodies all show sign of being sexually assaulted?"
Dante's jaw dropped and Ciel's features darkened. He knew first hand of such humiliation.
"Mon dieu!" exclaimed Dante in her native tongue.
"They all have defensive marks along their arms as well, but only three of the boys show actual signs of penetration." He continued not bothering to sensor his analysis for the sake the two children present.
"How horrid…" Dante thought out loud. "One would wish for death to come swiftly after such an ordeal." She stated sincerely.
"Are you all interested in hearing some of the more gruesome details?" The Undertaker asked rubbing his hands together.
"No." Ciel frowned. "We wouldn't, thank you."
"We?" The blonde she-demon asked.
"How about a view of the last victim?" He persisted as he began to make his way to the back of the room.
Dante looked back and forth between her butler and the Undertaker. "Yes we!" she said staring up at the woman in disbelief. "And no thank you." She said turning back to the strange man. "I think I've had enough to fuel my nightmares for one night."
Ciel agreed. "Yes, that is highly unnecessary tonight, Undertaker."
"As you wish, young Earl." He said with a pout. His hand disappeared beneath his robe for a moment to retrieve a piece of parchment. "This here is the address to the house where the last victim was found, it is." He said handing it to the boy. "Thought you might like to investigate it, I did."
"Indeed I shall." The Earl said glancing at the paper in his hand before handing over to Sebastian. "I will be taking my leave now." He said turning and making his way towards the exit. "Well, come on then." He called over his shoulder.
Dante couldn't be happier that they were leaving and followed after the boy, but not before glancing back at the Undertaker, who waved and chuckled at her. 'Creepy.' She thought, making a face at him before leaving to join Ciel outside.
Both demon butlers bowed to the man before following after their respective masters.
A/N: Thanks again for reading. Wonder what's going to happen in the next chapter. Hopefully Marie won't get herself into a whole lot of trouble, but I highly doubt that. See you in a bit!
