A.N. Thanks to everyone who reviewed,favourited or followed my story it's been a great help and I would also like to apologize for this taking so long.

CHAPTER 2

In a small obscure shop in Victorian London, an old and slightly insane Grim Reaper works, preparing bodies for the biggest day of their lives, their funeral. The mortician looks up sensing a disturbance as a small child with green eyes and messy ebony hair appears in a flash of jade child whimpers in fear then clamps his hands over his mouth, as if afraid of retribution for such a small noise. The Shinigami smiles a little less trying not to scare the child anymore than necessary, he then kneels to make himself closer to the child's height. "What is your name child?" he asks in a soft voice.

The child replies "freak."

"You're not a freak, and if you do not have a name I shall call you Stephen James Undertaker. My name is Aelius but you may call me Undertaker because people are not allowed to know my name."

"But sir, I am a freak. I do freakish things and my uncles right it is all my fault."

"No it is not, now come with me and you can have a nap and some milk."

"I've never had milk, sir" the child replies quietly, not intending for Undertaker to hear.

"Well you shall be having some twice a day then. Now how old are you?"

The child is taken aback at the long, grey-haired man hearing him. "I'm four years old sir. And my aunt Petunia says that she shouldn't have taken me in that November morning when I was one."

"Well, Stephen if they didn't give you milk then they don't deserve you and your aunt shouldn't have said that to you. now, follow me"

Undertaker leads Stephen to a coffin that is standing up.

Stephen trips over a loose panel, setting off the mechanism to open the coffin lid. The coffin opens to reveal a hallway that leads to stairs. Undertaker catches Stephen before Stephen lands on the floor,

"Well done, Stephen you found the doorknob"

Undertaker carries Stephen up the stairs to a beautiful kitchen with appliances from the 2000's not the 1800's, the kitchen is themed with cobalt blue.

The Undertaker sets Stephen on the marble counter and gets him a glass of milk from the fridge and some cookies from the biscuit tin. "Eat and drink Stephen then you are taking a nap. You will have to share the bed with me but it will be fine."

Stephen eats ravenously, then gulps down his milk. Undertaker pulls a napkin out of one of the many drawers and wipes Stephen face clean gently. Undertaker then picks Stephen up, placing Stephen on his hip and carries Stephen into the master bedroom. The master bedroom has a emerald painted feature wall with the other walls being in an ivory tone. The bedspread is emerald to match the wall and all the furniture is made of spruce wood. Undertaker pulls back the sheets and slips Stephen into the bed then lays down beside him. "Sleep Stephen, I wont go anywhere."

Hearing the comforting words from Undertakers now soft voice, Stephen falls asleep immediately. Undertaker smiles and slips into the land of dreams himself.

That was the first night in Stephen's short life that he didn't have a nightmare since the night his parents died.