I sat on the cart Undertaker used to deliver the dead to their final resting place. The reaper was with the child earl and his butler in front of the grave of the last victim of Jack the Ripper. I watched them for a moment before I turned to look around the cemetery grounds.

The mortician seemed a little off today, but then I wasn't feeling like myself either. When he finally relaxed in my arms last night, the mental block he had built had dissolved. The sudden rush of heartache, anger, fear, and sadness had overwhelmed me to the point of almost passing out, but I managed to stay awake.

Something horrible must have happened to him in his past. Those scars ran very deep in the man's heart. It took me a long time to sooth him to sleep, and I had stayed up most of the night to make sure he got the peaceful rest he needed. I couldn't sleep until I had processed everything feeling that I could pick up from the reaper.

I yawned as I looked over my shoulder at the three on the hill. Undertaker had begun to walk this way with a slight smile on his face. I waved to the man with a smile of my own. Thinking about the alarming amount of suffering I felt from him…I made a promise to help heal those terrible wounds in his heart.

I checked Lord Phantomhive and Sebastian on the hill one last time before a chill went up my spine. I spun my head around to see what I sensed. Scanning my eyes over the grounds, I saw nothing out of the ordinary. I looked back to see Undertaker put the shovel in the back of the wagon.

"Everything alright, kitten?" The silver haired man asked. I gave him a smile as he climbed on the driver's seat. "Just a cold chill, Undertaker. Sometimes I get them confused with my ability." I gave the man a sheepish grin.

A soft chuckle answered me as an arm wrapped around my waist to pull me closer to the reaper. We set off back to the shop as the sun was setting. The air was starting to get colder now that fall was almost here. While we traveled, I couldn't help feel that something was following us. I would glance over my shoulder, but I could see nothing. Narrowing my eyes, I swept my gaze around us one more time. Letting out another yawn, I faced forward and leaned against the mortician.

We got back to the morgue and I walked inside after Undertaker helped me off the wagon. I sat at his desk waiting for him to come inside after he put everything away. I rested my head on his coffin desk trying to stay awake, but my eyes closed and I dozed off.

Dream

I was in an endless field of white roses. The sky was bright blue with a few clouds scattered throughout and the sun made it pleasantly warm. Every which way I turned, all I could see were the flowers. I rubbed at my arms as I tried to figure out which direction to go.

"My, you have grown since the last time I saw you." A male voice rang out in the peaceful setting. I spun around to look behind me, but there wasn't anyone there. Had I imagined that? A chuckle sounded in another direction, and I turned towards the sound. Again there was nothing there. I felt a sense of irritation building up.

Before I allowed the feeling to influence my actions, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I knew there was something here with me. Relaxing, I felt around with my empathy. Opening my eyes I turned my gaze up to meet a pair of amused amber eyes.

"Good job! Last time it took three times as long for you to find me! You have been training…" A tall man with copper colored hair and a mischievous smile softly landed in front of me. He was sharply dressed in a gray three piece suit. He looked like he was in his early thirties, but I got the feeling he was much older.

It was almost like looking in a mirror, but what really started me were the large burgundy wings on his back. The man put his hands in his pockets as he watched me in amusement.

"Who are you?" I asked him once I found my voice. I watched his smile fall as he walked towards me. I quickly backed up trying to keep the distance between us. He stopped after a few steps.

"You don't remember me?" He looked a bit sad at the fact. He crossed his arms over his chest. "How long has it been? I guess I shouldn't be surprised…you were such a liiiittle girl. You only came up to my knee!" I blinked at him as he smiled great big and rushed over to me.

I tried to backup, but the winged man had his arms around my shoulders. I tried to squirm away from him.

"It's sooooo wonderful to see my granddaughter again! She's gotten so beautiful!" He said as he nuzzled the side of my face.

What…? Granddaughter!? I pushed away from the smiling man, but as I touched his chest over his heart, a memory flash in my mind.

I saw a fuzzy imagine of the man in front of me playing in my room with me. He was making my toys float around the air with me and making animals out of flames. I can remember laughing in his arms before he left.

I looked up at his face as I slowly lifted a hand to his face. Looking really hard at the familiar features and an excited smile lit up on both of our faces.

"Grandpa Zion?" I whispered as his eyes sparkled in joy. I was pulled back into his chest as I threw my arms around his neck. I was spun in circles as the copper haired man laughed.

"I knew you would remember me! We use to have so much fun when you were a child!" He pulled back to get a good look at me. Taking in all of my features, a proud look came on his face. Cupping my face with both hands, he gazed in my eyes.

"You take so much after me…more so then your father. It warms this old man's heart to see you again." Grandpa stroked my cheeks with his thumbs. A soft look came over his face as he leaned to touch my forehead with his.

"From what I've seen in your memories, you've been in quite the predicament, little flame. Tell me what's been going on."