Hello lovelies! Sorry I haven't been up and running but sadly I'm the type of person that starts something but doesn't know the beginning to it. I know the middle and ending but everything else that's supposed to come before is a no go for me. I'll try my best, I promise!

Also I feel like I have stressed this enough but I DO NOT OWN BLACK BUTLER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. I only own my own character. Also another thing, is that I do not know the original story line of Black Butler. I'm just making it up as I go and may add some scenes from the Book of the Atlantic.

Anyways, just wanted to point that out again for anyone in the back.

Onward lovelies!

The following week, Layla was walking from her to the Undertaker's Parlor for her shift at the shop. She had just picked up a bag of muffins when a small paper boy stopped her in the streets to see if she would like to buy a paper.

"I believe I will, young sir," Layla held out the right amount of money to the boy and took the papers he held out to her. "Have a good day," Layla went on her way.

Arriving at the shop, Layla did not stop when she shoved the bag of muffins into Under's arms and quickly brushed behind the counters. "Open for business!"

Under shook his head and scratched the top of his hat. "Layla, dear, I believe that the word of closed. My business is for dead people."

Layla turned a hateful eye towards Undertaker. "It's your fault that this place is so dark! Black here, black there! Do you have no happiness in your heart to at least give this place life?"

"Again, dead people,"

"Rubbish excuse,"

Layla leaned her torso against the counter and leaned closer to the Undertaker. "Have you heard of the Dracula, Under? It's the talk of London apparently."

Under nodded his head, grinning a wide smile full of sharp white teeth. "With all the ladies and children and men, victims of a tragic murder who have had their blood taken from their bodies leaving an empty shell behind for the police men to arrive."

The blonde wrinkled her nose. "No need to have such excitement over it, Under. It's the talk of victims and murderers."

Undertaker frowned and waved an arm over to the coffins currently resting on the floor and walks all around the room. "Dead folk," He deadpanned. "My parlor is a morgue, of course I take great pleasure," he grinned as if he was... aroused. "In murders."

Yet again, Layla wrinkled her nose. "Forshame, Under. You have no shame in those bones of yours."

"None whatsoever, my dear Layla,"

Okay, lovelies.. this wasn't my best chapter since I just wanted to put something out. Sorry that it's short but I just wanted to put something for you guys so.. I hope it's okay. Comment for tips and critiques are welcomed. *whispers* please be nice though, I'm still only a teenager who's vocabulary isn't that well developed as much as I try.

Until next time, lovelies!