Vampy: I didn't change much about this chapter except for a few spelling errors. Thank you to everyone who has followed/favorited/ reviewed on Lover's Morgue! I don't own anything from Black Butler.
Undertaker took a step back so he could admire his handiwork. He had finally finished making his guest look all nice and pretty for her funeral and though it had taken him a few days to get her all stitched back together, Undertaker couldn't help but feel a fierce sense of pride. Now he could start fixing up his next guest.
He started working once more, glad that he had removed his hat and coat. While he loved these two items immensely, it was rather difficult to work with them on seeing as his sleeves kept getting in the way. Plus Undertaker despised trying to get the blood out of his clothes whenever he happened to get an especially bloody guest. Bringing his focus back to the task at hand, Undertaker carefully threaded a needle and used it to sew the body back together where ever needed.
Being as good of an undertaker as he was, he had gotten so immersed in his work that he didn't notice Raven watching him. She stood at the bottom of the stairs that led to Undertaker's workshop and watched him with interest. After a while she finally asked, "What are you working on, Adrian?"
Twisting around in surprise, Undertaker let loose a giggle. He hid his bloodied hands from her sight as he answered. "Hello, M'dear. I'm just preparing one of my guests for her funeral." He tilted his head with a grin before turning back to the body.
Raven started to move towards him, but Undertaker's voice stopped her. "I suggest not coming to look, dearie. This guest is quite a mess.
From what she could see, Raven agreed wholeheartedly with her new friend's words. "That's disgusting. How can you stand working with bodies all the time?" She asked as she pushed her glasses back up. She was grateful for them, but they didn't help much with her eye sight.
"Unfortunately, this is something that Shinigami come across quite often during our lifetimes. And when you've worked as a reaper as long as I had, you build up a tolerance for even the most gruesome of deaths." Undertaker said with a small chuckle as he glanced at her.
Unable to hold back her curiosity, Raven found herself blurting out, "You aren't a necrophiliac, are you?" She slapped a hand over her mouth and blushed.
Undertaker stared at her for a moment before laughing hysterically. He forgot about the blood on his hands as wrapped his arms around his stomach and bent double from the force of his laughter. "Hahaha! Me, disgrace the dead in such a way?! Heeeheehee! Oh my dear, no! Hahaha!"
Raven sighed in relief, glad that he hadn't been offended by her question. "That's good to hear." She looked over at the guest Undertaker had already finished. "Adrian, how did they die?"
The mortician hummed as he straightened up and looked at her with more seriousness than she'd seen him have since he had saved her a week ago. He glanced over at the guest who was still in need of his expertise, mulling over the strangeness of her death. She had been killed the same way as the guest he'd just finished; a large cut in her throat from ear to ear and another cut in her abdomen. Undertaker was sure that when it was time for him to inspect the abdominal wound, he would find a lack of her womb. Just like the other two before her.
"Adrian?"
Raven's voice brought his attention back to her. "Hmmm? Oh yes, how did they die. Well M'dear, it would seem we have a serial killer on our hands."
Ciel Phantomhive sighed as he once again read over the letter that had been sent to him by Her Majesty the Queen. She had 'requested' that he put a stop to the killings in White Chapel using any means necessary and to once more bring the peace (what little amount there was) back to the country. Now, in accordance to the Queen's wishes, Ciel and his butler were on their way to the city. This was something for which the young earl could not help but feel great distaste.
The carriage hit a bump, causing Ciel to hit his head against the window. He glared at the offending object before sighing again and grumbling, "I hate the city. There's always someone causing a fuss. . . Usually my aunt and her butler, along with that idiot Lau"
Sebastian smirked at him. "And yet the loyal dog of the queen will do whatever it takes to make sure her will is done. Even if it means going someplace he despises."
"As if you have room to talk. You, a demon who has put on a collar and handed the leash to a young boy. That must hurt your pride." Ciel smirked back at his butler as Sebastian gave his famous close-eyed smile to hide the anger within.
They rode the rest of the way to Ciel's city home in silence, each to his own thoughts. Sebastian got out of the carriage as soon as it came to a stop and helped Ciel down.
"Shall I make tea, Young Master?"
Ciel walked into the house with out looking at Sebastian. "Yes. Make a pie to go with it, I don't care what kind."
Sebastian resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he bowed. "Yes, my lord." Straightening up he added, " At least it shall be quiet with out those three idiotic serv-"
A loud crash and a familiar voice interrupted him. "Good heavens, where do they keep the tea?!"
"You were saying?" Ciel muttered as he raised an eyebrow and smirked at Sebastian before entering the room from which all the noise was coming. "Madame Red, Lau. What are you doing here?"
"Oh! My darling nephew has arrived! I heard you were coming, so I just had to rush over to see my darling Ciel!" Madame Red exclaimed as she hugged the life out of her nephew.
"My dear Madame, I do believe you are suffocating the poor child." Came the relaxed voice of Lau as he walked over to the two.
Madame Red let go of Ciel (who would never take air for granted ever again) just as Sebastian came in with tea and pie. After they had all been seated, Ciel started to explain why he had come to London in the first place while his guests sipped on their tea.
"So, where are you going to start?" Madame Red asked. Sebastian noticed that she seemed somewhat anxious and kept glancing over at her butler when she thought no one was looking, almost as if to make sure he was still in the room.
Interesting.
Ciel sipped his tea thoughtfully. "I can't go to the scene of the crime, there will be too many on-lookers. And if I want information. . . Well, it would seem there is only one place to go."
"My lord, you don't mean. . . ?!" Lau asked in shock.
Ciel leaned back in his chair and placed the fingertips of his hands together. "Yes. We are going to see him.
