Hello lovelies! Today on June 5th, I turn 15. Personally I do not feel 15, rather I feel like a 21 year old. So in celebration of my not so glorious birthday, I will grace you with another chapter of Undertaker Apprentice.

"Under!" Layla screamed in disgust. "You can not keep bodies that are rotting with maggots! It is unsanitary!"

Undertaker poked his head out of one of the coffins he was laying in and grinned, stretching the scar across his face. "But it is such a lovely decoration to the parlor, dear."

"A horrid smelly decoration," Layla commented, scrunching her nose up at the rotting corpse in the coffin in front of her. "Get rid of it. It will scare away the customers."

Under slithered his long body out of his coffin and stood. "The only customers I get are dead bodies,"

That day was Layla's second day of working for the Undertaker and he finally added something to his dingy robe: a top hat that had seen better days. However that was two days ago. And he still wore the same bloody thing since the first day she met him.

Layla shook her head, blonde curls whipping across her cheeks. "It will be-," the sound of the bell above the parlor door caught her attention and she quickly whipped her head to meet a pair of cold sapphires eyes that belong to a little boy. However before she could open her mouth to ask what he had come for, Under was in front of her, blocking her small frame from sight.

"Ciel Phantomhive," Under mused. If Layla had to bet, he had his creepy grin stretched across his lips. "What brings your short self here, my lord?"

My lord?

"I have come to hear information on the case of Dracula," the little boy answer who Layla assumed was Ciel. "Do you have anything on him, Undertaker?"

A deeper voice answer to the lord's question. It was too deep to be Ciel's but also too smooth to be Under's. "Or does your little miss have the answers to my lord's curiosity?"

Layla felt her body stiffen with that voice and instinctively burrowed her body into Under's back. Under vibrated with tension but he seemed to keep it at bay since his voice held his amused tone. "Do not mind her, my lord. She is just my apprentice."

"Oh contraire," the voice drawled. "She is much more."

Ciel clicked his tongue. "Nevermind that, Sebastian. We are here on official business on behalf of the queen of England."

"Of course," Under snipped. "Apparently from every examination of the bodies, the blood was drained to the very last drop. No cuts or gashes except for the singular teeth mark."

Shivered went down Layla's spine. What monster drank blood from humans? It was absolutely revolting.

"Every body was female, however," Under continued. "All under the age of 25."

Ciel hummed with thought before turning. "Very well then. I will return in three days for more information."

Layla peeked her head out from behind Under to catch the so called Sebastian, a tall dark fellow, hold the door open for his master and bowed towards Under and flashed a small wink in Layla's direction.

After the duo was gone, Layla looked up at Under and asked, "Who were they?"

"The queen's guard dog, Ciel Phantomhive," Under kept his eyes on the door while he answered. "Earl of the Phantomhive estate and Funton Toy Company. The butler was Sebastian Michaelis, the lord's faithful knight." He turned down to look at her. "Do me a favor, girly and stay away from them. When they visit, go in the back and wait for me to come get you when they are gone. They are not the crowd you would like to get mixed into."

"But how about you, Under?"

"What about me?"

"You are mixed up with them and I am mixed up with you,"

The Undertaker took a step forward and looked at her from under the curtain of hair. "That is so, Layla. That is so."