Readers POV

Everyone ran out of the shop immedeatly, but I just stood there and stared at this … man, I think.

He doesn't seem to notice me anymore, well with those bangs before his eyes I suppose he hardly notices anything which doesn't give a sound.

He grinned widely and went in the other part of the room where a big bookcase was. Humming a little melody he seemed to search for something.

I went over to the bookcase silent as thieves are and took a look on the titles. "John Wilson" , "Mary Rosewell" , "Gina Lampresi" , were a few of them. Quite strange, even for this individuum. Then two of them caught my eye: The first one was as the others, brown and not very big. It only stood out to me because the name sounded familiar "Mary Jane Kelly". I've met a few people who told me about her two months ago I think. She's supposed to be a prostitute in Whitechapel, where those murders were. What is this book? His notes about meetings with this woman or maybe the notes about her autopsy. This thought made me shiver and my gaze flew over to the second book next to it. It wasn't like the others for it was red and slimmer than the other books. The title was "Ciel Phantomhive".

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a hand clenching in my shoulder so strong that I let out a small yelp and a voice suddenly deep an full of ice "What the hell do you think you're doing over here ?"

Undertakers POV

I'm getting older I know, but this fast?

I just missed that a human merely stood in front of the bookcase as if to read them. Sure the words were harsh but some of this population have to be stopped before it's got worse. She yelped at my grip, this made me sorry, but her face expression was so funny again. There she stood in front of me in pure agony. As if I was yet to kill her. Maybe later, I thought, but what a pity for the world. The thought surprised me as well. Oh Undertaker you're getting old, surprised by your own thoughts, maybe you should bury yourself in one of the coffins instead of sleeping in them.

Suddenly I felt sad.

A sadness that had overcome me very few times in my life. I felt the weight of immortality, the loss of all the loved ones, my family, they are so long gone, I couldn't even remember the names of my parents or siblings neither their looks, just the feelings I had around them are present, and I felt shame for that. Not only for that I felt the shame for I never managed to start a family. Sure, I had many lovers but not to marry, only to love for a few months, not to have children with them, they were wrong for this issue.

And there was this young woman, almost a girl. Standing in front of me with wide eyes, full of life, so young but so full of fear that I caused.

I sighed, let go of her shoulder and suddenly everything went black.

Authors Note: The story had just taken her own way. I don't know if that is good or bad we'll have to wait and see. I never thought of a sad Undertaker before I wrote this chapter.

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