I woke up the day of Ciel's funeral in the library with a book in my hand and Lizzy gone from my side. Maybe she woke up early and went to her bed for when Mother and Father came for her. I looked out the window and noticed it was just before sunrise. I closed the book and walked out of the library to the terrace door. I wanted to see the sunrise first hand. Maybe it will send some sort of sign that everything will make sense eventually.

The sun came up but the sunrise wasn't as emaculate as it should have been. It was going to be a sunny morning for Ciel's funeral day. How ironic. Ciel was one of the darkest people I knew. The day reminded me of Madame Red's funeral. She was wearing white like every other woman, but the color never fit her like red did.

I changed into my new black dress and did my hair into a low side-ponytail. The curls cascaded down my right shoulder. I slipped on the shawl and made sure I could keep my demon's mark covered at all times. Since trying to figure out what actually happened to Ciel, I noticed my demon's mark stayed. Was that supposed to happen? I scanned myself in the mirror on my vanity. It was definitely something appropriate for a funeral. Still, it seemed like I wasn't going to Ciel's funeral.

"Selena," Lizzy called from behind my door. I thought it was odd that she wasn't busting through it today. "Selena, are you ready yet?"

I turned to my door and made sure my demon's mark was still covered. When I was positive, I walked to my bedroom door and opened it. Lizzy stood there clad in black. Her shoes were black and her dress still had ruffles and lace but it was still black. At least her eyes weren't red...yet.

"Lizzy," I said as I looked at her. "Are you ready?"

She looked at me. I tried to show some feeling for her even though I felt numb of everything. I knew she was wondering where my emotions went since learning about Ciel's death. The truth is, I forgot about my emotions. I don't know how it happened but it did and I was wondering if, after the funeral, I would remember them and feel again. I know Lizzy would like that a lot.

"Yes," she said solemnly. "I'm ready."

With the way she said that, I felt something again. I almost felt a tear escape. When I heard her defeated voice shaking and almost close to tears. This was it, I thought; this was going to be the last time we would see Ciel forever.

I walked with her to the carriage, ignoring my parents just as they ignore me. They both stared at me like I wasn't a Midford like them. I ignored them as we got into the same carriage. I was surprised they didn't take one and have Lizzy and I take another. But, no, I thought as I thought about it on the way to the funeral, they want the facade that we are a proper family.

The carriage stopped at the same place Madame Red's funeral was. It was the same marble building with the same flowers lining the path to the doors. I got out last-I was sort of forced to by my father-and stared at the place where everyone who was close to Ciel could see him for the last time.

"Come on, Selena," Lizzy said as she took my hand and guided me into the building.

My parents stared at Lizzy and glared at me. I ignored them. Being emotionless has given me time to step away from my life and think. My parents have always put Lizzy before me, their oldest. I might not ever hear the reasoning behind my parents' actions, but, at this point, I don't care.

I slipped out of Lizzy's hand and stopped just before we were fully in the sanctuary. I slowly walked up to where the body was supposed to be. My parents and Lizzy were already up there like they were a family without me. I stood back and watched them. When they stepped away, I slowly walked up, taking in everything and wondering if this is what my funeral would look like. I closed my eyes momentarily, thinking: No, my parents wouldn't have a funeral like this. They would have one just like this for Lizzy though.

I approached the front cautiously. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath before opening them again. Ciel's "body" was laying there in the bed of white rose petals. He loved white roses since before the deaths of his parents. I looked at his bodies. It wasn't him. It most definately wasn't Ciel. Only I knew it. If it were anyone else, they would have thought it was him no problem. It looked almost exactly like him. The dummy wore all black, except for the white shirt under. His eyepatch was still on and he wore the rings Ciel wore since his parents died. The only thing that told me he was a dummy was a faint line where the dummy was sewn at the wrist.

I walked to the back of the room, walking right passed my own family. I sat down and bowed my head as the ceremony began. Soft tears dripped from people. There was a lot of people hear. Some of them were from Scotland Yard. Ciel was important to people. I vaguely wondered why Queen Victoria herself wasn't here.

"What a shame to lose such a valued nobleman," a voice said beside me.

I wasn't even startled. I looked beside me. "It's not really him, Undertaker," I said as I looked back to the front.

Undertaker smiled, I could see it out of the corner of my eye. "You saw those seams on him. Yes, you did. So, you know he is alive somewhere."

"Yes, I do. You are the only undertaker Ciel would want to go to if he were to pass on; even his servants knew that," I said dispassionately.

Undertaker sat back, taking in what I said. "You knew him just as well as his butler, perhaps."

I'd like to think of it that way.

"So you knew he was conctracted to a demon," Undertaker said.

I wasn't expecting the Undertaker to say that. I thought no one knew except for maybe a grim reaper and maybe one other person. I straightened a little. Undertaker saw me.

"Ah, so you did know," he said.

"It wasn't only that," I said. I hoped he would keep it there. I looked at him. "How did you know?"

"I was a legendary grim reaper a long time ago," he said with pride in his voice. "I could even make someone like you willingly go with me. The you before this surprising tragedy happened."

That would explain his odd love for death, I thought.

"So you could sense demons?"

"You could say that," he said. He smiled and turned to me. He leaned in close so no one else could hear him. "Let's say it was a demonic angel who got in the way and had grim reapers help a certain demon when they were in trouble." I looked at him. "Besides, no one can make a face like that and call themselves human."

I forced back a smile. I wanted to know the story, but I didn't want to further embarrass my family by laughing during the middle of a funeral ceremony. I knew I would ask later. I knew he would tell me if I made him laugh. A person dealing with death? I would want to laugh too.

I silently got up from the seat when I noticed Undertaker disappeared from beside me. I snuck out of the building and into the sunlight. I wasn't heading home. I was heading to a specific place. I walked to the lot for nobilities. I went through row after row. When I passed a red rose bush, I carefully plucked a rose out. I carefully took off the thorns from the stem and looked at all the headstones. When I made it to the one I was looking for, I stopped and knelt down to my knees, paying no mind to the dirt I'd have to take off of my dress.

I brushed the dirt away from the stone and smiled. "I thought I would see you as well, Madame Red." I closed my eyes as the breeze brushed by me. "I will see Rachel and Vincent next."

I gently placed the rose at her crease where the two stones met. I put a small rock near it so it wouldn't blow away. I stood up and brushed the dirt off the skirt of my dress. I walked a few stones down from Madame Red's to the Phantomhive's. I smiled when I saw the one headstone for both of them. They were in love when they met until the day they died. It showed in everything they did.

"I wanted to tell you two that Ciel, your son, isn't dead regardless of what people say."

I walked away after I said it. I felt like I had to tell them the truth. What a fool I was in thinking they were listening. Now all that was on my mind was who was going to police the Underworld like Ciel had done and his father before him. I knew the Queen wouldn't just pick someone out of the blue.

I walked home. I walked right by the place the funeral was held and by the family carriage. I doubted the people I've been told to call parents would even notice. They only care about Lizzy. One of these days, I vowed; one of these days, I will find out the exact reason why they hate to claim me as their daughter.

I walked into the edge of London. I could tell I was there because more people crowded around me. I bumped into a boy. He was about my age and about Ciel's height.

"Oh, sorry," I said as I quickly turned to the boy with an apology.

"No harm done," he said with a small smile.

We turned from each other. I looked back at the boy. He had jet black hair. He strongly resembled Ciel. I stared at him a moment before turning around. He sounded like Ciel too. I shook my head as I walked. No, I told myself, Ciel wouldn't stay around here if he was alive. Besides, that boy couldn't be Ciel. The boy's eyes were a pink color; Ciel's were a sapphire color. For an instant, I felt the boy's eyes on me. Maybe I was imagining things, but I had a feeling it was Ciel.