((Response to Reviews:

The reason that Seras Victoria didn't sleep with Pip on their wedding night was because she had Father Anderson as the priest and Alucard was Pip's best man, they got through the wedding, but the reception was, let's just say a pain in the neck for Seras. She got hurt, a lot, and that's why Pip and Seras never got to enjoy a wedding night. Like I said this story is based on my Seras Victoria RP page on facebook, and well there may be something that need explaining, I might make more stories about those events! And as for slight mistakes in grammar/spelling, I apologize, I look over each chapter quite a bit before publishing it, and feel horrible that some slip by!))

Chapter Three-

Schrodinger and Seras were watching as the attendants were leaving the main tent.

"So what are you looking for Seras?" Schrodinger was enjoying some of the circus' treats as Seras was looking for that man from earlier. Something about him made her feel uneasy. She continued to watch and listen closely from afar, her senses allowing her to do so without attracting attention.

"My apologies, my lord." Seras heard this voice, and her eyes became wide. She knew that this was the voice that belonged to the man she wanted to investigate. "I've lived many years but cats are such whimsical creatures, I still can't quite read their moods."

"What was the point of attracting unnecessary attention!" The boy's voice was loud but he left the dark haired man as the ringleader approached him. Taking him away to go to the doctors tent.

Schrodinger was still eating as Seras looked at him, "That man, something about him is off. He was bitten by that tiger, but there was no blood." Schrodinger bit down on his food as Seras looked around at the other circus attendants.

"What does that mean Seras?" Schrodinger finished off his food in one gulp as he looked at her with curious eyes. "You think he might be the cause of the children's disappearance?"

"He's not human, that's all I know. Now come on, we are going to have a long day tomorrow. Sir Integra has given us a place to stay at a morgue."

"A morgue?" Schrodinger looked scared. "Like with dead bodies."

"Sir Integra called in a favor from him to let me stay there, seeing how he can accommodate my sleeping needs. His name is Undertaker." Seras spoke as they began to walk back into London. "Sir Integra looked exhausted when she told me this, so she must of had to do something she didn't like."

"So what type of person is this Undertaker? I can't wait to meet him!" Schrodinger's face was so happy as they left the circus grounds.

-A Few Hours Later-

"Seras! Get him away from me! He's just like Doc!" Schrodinger was running around the morgue while Seras was sitting on one of the coffins. He was being chased about by a strange man, he wore a black robe and his hair came way past his face. "Seras!"

Seras sighed as she looked at Undertaker. "Could you please not chase Schrodinger around just because he has cat ears."

"Oh I would love to just dissect him and see how he works!" The Undertaker laughed as he began to pour three cups of tea. "But my apologies Miss Victoria."

"Please just call me Seras." Seras then took the cup of tea and began to stare into it's reflection. "I'm not going to find a severed finger or something in this am I?"

The Undertaker's response to her question was a fit of laughter. "Oh no dear Seras! I take good care of all my guests!"

Schrodinger then began to laugh, "I bet the only guests you get are the stiff ones."

"I love all my guests, the dead ones I get to play with, and the live ones I get humor from. Sir Integra payed for you staying here quite well, I never took her for the type who could make me laugh."

"Integra, laughing." Schrodinger looked shocked. "I didn't even know she had a sense of humor!" Seras glared at Schrodinger as he stopped laughing. "Sorry Fraulein, it's just I never see Sir Integra even smile."

"Laughter is the best form of payment for someone like me." The Undertaker smirked. "Now Seras, I don't do morning very well, I'll be sleeping in. So if you do have the desire to go out in the morning, please be quiet about it."

"I'll be sure to keep all noises at a minimum then Sir."

"There is also the issue of sleeping space, Sir Integra said you wouldn't mind sleeping in one of the coffins."

Seras sighed, knowing why Sir Integra arranged for her to stay here out of all places in London. "It's no problem how I sleep, I'm just grateful that you are allowing us to stay here."

"It's not that often I get live guests, I normally get police officers and detectives here asking for my services. And the occasional visit from that boy and his butler."

"A boy and his butler? Why would they come to visit you, Undertaker?" Seras continued to look at her tea, not taking a sip from it. "It sounds upsetting that a young child would have to come to a morgue." Schrodinger was busy playing around with one of the skeletons around the room to notice what Seras had said.

"That information comes at a cost young lady. And laughter is the only currency that I accept." The Undertaker gestured with his covered arm at her.

Schrodinger popped his head out from a coffin as he looked at Seras. "Seras, being funny, this I have to see."

Seras sighed, and lowered her head before speaking "Well this one I heard from some of my friends back at the police force..."

-An Unknown Amount of Time Later-

A fit of laughter came from The Undertaker's place as both him and Schrodinger were laughing themselves to death.

"Seras, I didn't know you could go that far!" The Undertaker was laughing so hard. "I think that's enough payment for my information."

"That better bloody hell have been worth it, Mister Undertaker." Seras was flushed and exhausted.

"The boy I was referencing is Earl Ciel Phantomhive, and his devilish butler is one Sebastian Michaelis, they came here earlier asking for information about some missing children."

"So they are looking at the circus too to see if they have anything to do with the kidnappings." Seras deduced this as she sat down on the coffin. "Why would an Earl and his butler want to look into something like that?"

The Undertaker began to play with a skull on the coffin he was sitting on. "It's on orders from the Queen herself, not that I can approve of her using her pawns like this."

"So this Earl Phantomhive is working under orders from the Queen as well." Seras began to adjust herself to make her legs more comfortable, the dress she was wearing started to annoy her. "I'll have to find a way to contact them both without blowing either of our covers. Schrodinger, I think I might need your help for this one."

"Why is that Fraulein?" Schrodinger's head popped out of a coffin in the room.

"This Sebastian said that he likes cats."