Sorry for the wait, year 12 is a b*tch.

I woke up from piercing light entering from the gap in the curtains. I looked around at my surroundings. A realisation hit me, when the events of the previous day returned. What do I do now?

I get out of my old bed. I walk into my parent's room. Under the bed there was a secret compartment. In side enough money to last me a year. I look into my mother's wardrobe. A blue summers dress hung inside, with an off the shoulder look. I remove my stunning dress I wore for the Queen. I put on my mother's dress. It feels right to be wearing it. I fix my hair and put on some of her jewellery. Looking into the mirror I see two people. But they are not me. They are my sister and my mother. I touch my reflection longingly. I leave the old house for the shops.

When I return from shopping for what I needed, I automatically placed them in the right place. Yes. This is where I belong. When I finish putting everything, I remove my jewellery and put on an apron. This house was frightfully spotless; nevertheless I still pulled out the broom. I scrubbed the house, knowing that when I finished I would have to work out what I would do next.

When I completed the useless cleaning I flopped into my bed. What now…I sigh out loud. Do I go back to the mansion? Do I apologies or demand one? Do I stay here and hope something appears? I flung myself out of bed with a realisation. I don't have to be alone. I put my shoes back on and leave the house. I run down to the familiar street, 30 minutes away.

'Undertaker,' I ask into the seamlessly empty shop.

'Kekekeke…' I sigh in response to the creepy laughter. Undertaker emerges from a coffin behind me.

'Hello dearie!'

'Hello gramps.' He looked around the dark room.

'Where's the earl and her funny butler?'

'I am not sure,' I answer bitterly. He pauses.

'Hehehe…has the relationship gone sour?' He pulls up a set and wanders to his kettle to make some tea.

'That's one way to put it.' I tell him of the recent happenings and he for once, listened carefully.

'Well I know he did something horrible, but, what do you expect?'

'What!?' The shock of his statement is evident on my face.

'He is a demon, trust me en I say he has done much worse. Not to mention he wasn't the one to capture you. He knew you were there, he recommended the cat. The experiments would have occurred anyway. When he knew you were at a decent state, he rescued you. I am not happy with how he has planned this out, but he did you a favour."

I sipped my tea for a while and thought about what the Undertaker had said.

"What should I do?"

"Nothing." I looked at him with a confused expression. In that instance, I heard the door open. In walked Sebastian. I never noticed how his shiny black hair framed his strong face. I felt my stomach twist. I stood up and walked next to Undertaker.

'Sebastian…what are you doing here? Already got a new case?' I said this knowing the real reason he was here.

'No, I came to apologise,' he said softly, walking closer. I shuffled back. He kneeled right in front of me, with his gloved hand on his chest. 'I am sorry. I am truly sorry for using you as a puppet. For allowing the torture to prolong for my own benefit…you must understand I am not a kind man.'

'No you are not, just simply one hell of a butler.' He looked up at me and smiled a little when he saw I was smiling.

'Please, come home with us. It's too dangerous for you to be out alone.' I paused and contemplated this idea.

'I don't know…' I looked at Undertaker. Sebastian was right, it was too dangerous. But I was still mad. 'Give me one more night, then you can pick me up from my home. Okay?'

'Yes, thank you.' He got up from his knee and bowed. Once again he disappeared from my site. This time, I was sad to see him go.

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