Hey everyone! It's chapter two! I'd like to thank TOLAZYTOLOGIN and Gus Kinney The Prodigal Son for being my first two reviewers ever. I would also like to thank all of those who followed or favorite my story. You guys are awesome!
Just a heads up, this chapter is nowhere near the level of the first. It just did not want to write itself. Some of the characters are a little occ too. Sorry about that.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Kuroshitsuji or D Gray Man. All rights belong to the authors.
Soul Ties
Chapter 2
Vincent felt Tanaka pull the carriage to a stop and looked outside the window. They were parked in front of a small, hole in the wall shop, the outside was littered with coffins and grave stones. Above the door was a sign labeled "Undertaker" with a skull posted above.
As Vincent stepped out of the carriage, a shiver ran down his spine. If he didn't have to, he wouldn't have come here. The Undertaker was a very mysterious and…. unusual man. The fact that nobody knew anything about him, made him an unpredictable ally.
Pushing the door open, Vincent took a hesitant step inside the store. "Hello?" his voice echoed into the silence. When no response came, he traveled a little farther. "Undertaker, are you here?" Nothing. He was about to turn around and head back to a carriage when one of the coffins began to shake.
Vincent's heart began to beat against his chest. "Surely there's not a body in there," he thought, "A rat or something must have gotten itself trapped inside." The coffin shook again.
Vincent began taking slow and cautious steps towards the still shaking coffin, his heart pounding faster each time. Reaching the coffin, he looked down. "Should I open it?" he a trembling hand, Vincent slowly grabbed the edge of the coffin and started to lift.
BAM!
The coffin lid flew open, barely missing Vincent's nose, and slammed against the ground. Vincent fell to the ground with a girlish scream (He would later insist to Tanaka he was not a girly screamer. He just had something in his throat) and covered his face with his arms for protection.
Hysterical eerie laughter boomed through the tiny store from the coffin. Inside was a man, who was without a doubt the Undertaker. His long gray hair covered the top half of his face, revealing only a multitude of scars. His black coat stretched all the way to his black boots, the ensemble topped off with a black top hat and grey sash.
Still laying in the coffin, Undertaker peered over the edge, his creepy trademark smile pulling at his lips. "To what pleasure do I owe this visit today, Earl?"
That smile had always given Vincent the creeps. Ignoring the shivers dancing down his spine, Vincent hoped that he could get his information and leave as fast as he could. "I have come to ask about the mysterious series of murders that are plaguing the alleys of London."
"Ah yes. Those murders." the Undertaker took on an air of disappointment, "The perpetrator left no beautiful bodies behind for me to bury."
"So you know something about them?" Vincent asked hopefully.
The Undertaker took on a contemplating look, "I suppose since you have given me a delicious laugh with that girlish squeal of yours ("It was not girlish!" Vincent protested.) , I can provide you with what I know. These murders were not done by a human."
"What do you mean?" Vincent asked confused,"Were done by some sort of animal then?"
"Not quite," said the Undertaker with a knowing smirk, "I do not have any more information than that."
Vincent was suspicious, "Is that really all you know?"
"All of what I know, yes." the Undertaker said with a smirk, "I have received information that some mysterious travelers have been hitting up all the bars and gambling houses across London. They call themselves exorcist. I believe they might have the information you seek."
"Exorcist?" Vincent thought, "Does this mean the murders were done by some type of ghost or demon?". Ready to get away from the Undertaker and search for these mysterious travelers, Vincent tried to bid a speedy goodbye.
"Earl," the Undertaker stopped him in the doorway, "Take care. These exorcist might bring more than help."
Puzzled by his words, Vincent quickly left the shop with a thanks and stepped into the carriage. "To the nearest bar." he told Tanaka.
Allen watched his master guzzle down his tenth shot of liquor. At the rate he was going, the money they had won gambling wouldn't last long. Allen turned to Cross, "Master, I'm going to go back to the gambling house to win more money."
"Allen! I'm not your father. I don't care where you go. Just make sure to buy some beer on the way back." General Marion Cross barked.
Allen turned away and ran out the door before Cross could request any more alcohol. How the man was still alive was a mystery to him. Not looking where he was going, he ran into somebody, getting knocked down in the process.
"I'm so sorry!" Allen gushed as he tried to stand back up. The man he ran into offered him a hand. His hair was a midnight blue, with dark brown eyes. The expensive looking clothing marking him as a nobleman.
"No problem! Accidents happen all the time." the nobleman said with a gentle smile.
Allen bowed to the stranger before walking in the direction of the gambling house.
Vincent watched the polite white haired boy walk in the direction of the gambling house with a foreboding feeling stirring in his stomach. "I have a strange feeling about that boy." Vincent thought to himself, his eyebrows scrunching.
Turning back to the bar, he opened the doors and stepped in. The acrid scent of alcohol assaulted him, its unfamiliar twang burning his nose. He, himself was more of a man for fine wine.
After the effects had passed, he took a moment to scan his surroundings, looking for anyone suspicious or foreign. As he was scanning the crowd, one in particular stood out, his long red hair and decorative coat making him a target. Vincent scuttled closer to try and hear what he was saying.
"Come on, young lady. Surely you can't resist spending the night with me," he slurred to an uncomfortable looking barmaid, "I'll have you know I am a very important person." He leaned over to whisper in her ears. Vincent tried to inconspicuously lean in as well. "I'm an exorcist."
Vincent's eyes widened in surprise. After 5 different bars he finally found the exorcist. He watched as the maid began to speak timidly, "An exorcist? Like the kind who get rid of ghosts?"
The red haired man seemed to sober up a little, a contemplative look in his eyes, "Something like that."
Vincent had heard all he needed. He weaved himself through the rest of the bar and came to a stop behind the man.
Well hopefully you'll continue reading it. I really hope Undertaker and Cross weren't to occ. They just did not want to be written.
Hopefully Allen and Ciel will meet next chapter.