Narrator's POV:

"Huhhhh, it's always so quiet here without him around." Caterina sighed to herself.
"Meow." A kitten purred sweetly.

"Agreed Lillian, I do need to find work. Well, time to get dressed then." She went to her closet and brought out her black corset and tightly fitting back dress that was low cut and had small black buttons from her bosoms to the end of her bodice. Her skirt was also black with black trim that ended just below her knees, and she wore black thigh high socks with black four-inch heels, making her 5'10". Her long wavy hair was brushed and pulled back in a tight bun. She placed a simple hat on one side of her head, as she managed to control her other ear and hid it in her hair. Her hat also had some black lace trim in square shapes in which it covered her right eye. Her make up was simple, thick black eyeliner with cattails that were short and thick with bold red lipstick. She wore a little blush and lots of mascara, waterproof.

"There, that should be good, I definitely look like I'm in morning. Now time to go see an old friend." She smiled as she walked out the door.

"Hello? Undertaker?" She walked into a dark room.

"Ahh, yes, a costumer? Oh no, it's you Caterina. So nice to see you again." The Undertaker looked up to see her as he sat atop a coffin.
"Yes, it is." She looked at him with a smile.

"Are you here to collect more information on reapers? You do know I'm retired now." He smiled at her welcomingly.
"Yes, and what a shame that is. We could have made a great team!" She fisted her hand encouragingly.
"Yes I know child, but that time has passed." He jumped down to hold her hand and patted it.
"I miss you." She neared him, giving him a squeeze, causing a smile to appear on his face.
"And I you, but you know it never would have worked love." He pulled away.
"Yes, I know." She pouted as she released her grip and looked up at his shaggy face.

"So, what is it you came for my-dear?" He backed away completely.
"Information on my last client. His funeral is to take place and I am to be present but not accounted for, understand?" She looked at him sternly.
"Yes, quite. So you wish to be present yet invisible. Hmm, that will be quite hard to do with such a lovely face as that, and you're hardly wearing any makeup." He smiled generously.
"I promise I won't bring any attention to myself." She looked at him sternly.
"Yes, but you always seem to be in the middle of a juicy affair." He tapped his fingertips together.
"You can say that again." She rolled her eyes. No one was listening to her, and thus she was safe.

"Sebastian." The Undertaker spoke up.
"How did you know?" She looked up at the Undertaker in shock.

"Hello my good sir." Sebastian stated as he walked in, ignoring what he just heard. Ciel completely incoherent to what she just said.

"Come in come in my good fellow. And I see Lord Phantomhive is also present. What a delightful occurrence. Shall I make some tea?" The Undertaker walked up to the two men.
"That isn't necessary. I came here for information on Caterina Johansson." Ciel stated bluntly.
"Yes? Did someone call me?" She turned to look at Ciel.

"Oh I'm terribly sorry miss, I did not see you there." Ciel accidently bumped into her.

That little brat totally ignored me twice now!Caterina was raging mad.

"Well, why don't you ask her yourself? She's standing right next to you." The Undertaker grinned and walked off.

"Hello Ms. Johansson, always a pleasure to see you." Sebastian bowed as he put his left gloved hand over his chest.
"Oh Sebs, you're quite the gentleman. I wish your little master would take after you more." She batted her eyes at Sebastian, but she practically hissed at Ciel.
"I'm doing all I can my lady." He smirked at her.
"Sebastian, please!" Ciel cried.

"Hmm, what a spoiled child." Caterina rolled her eyes in disgust.
"I beg your pardon! Do you know who I am?!" Ciel was becoming enraged with her.
"Who doesn't, you wind up telling them anyway." She rolled her eyes again as Sebastian grinned.

"Why you! And you! Don't you grin at me like that!" Ciel yelled the latter at Sebastian.

"I beg your forgiveness master." Sebastian bowed, as Ciel turned even redder than his first insult from her.

"Now, are you going to ask me something or not? I'm a very busy woman, and I haven't got all day." She began to tap her foot, and took a few steps back, propping herself up on the Undertaker's desk seductively.

"Yes, I'm terribly sorry. I need to know how you became the cat burglar to her Majesty." Ciel finally 'spit it out.'
"Simple, I asked." She shrugged.

"And that was all?" Ciel was baffled.

"Of course, I had to prove my loyalty no doubt but I simply asked for the job and she gave it to me, it pays rather well." She smiled her sly smile.
"But you have not made a contract with her Majesty?" Ciel looked at her questioningly.

"No, I did not. Her soul is not mine to take, but those I vanquish in her name are. It's stated in our contract. Here, read it." She handed him the scroll that magically appeared before him. Ciel read over it with his eye and made a slight frown.

"What's wrong?" She tilted her head to the side and looked curious.

"Nothing, it's just, this is rather legal." Ciel stated rather concerned.
"Of course, we took it before the court and everything. It's got the stamp of approval, and everyone understands the terms." Caterina shrugged.
"So they know?" Ciel he looked up at her.
"They are kept in the shadows my lord. No one knows that there are demons roaming within her Majesty's kingdom, but she does know the existence of angels, and very well believes that I am a demon. Thus she has verbally agreed to allow me to eat my victim's souls, there bodies are to be taken to the Undertaker . . ." Caterina turned to look at him.

"That's me!" The Undertaker emerged from his coffin and gave a light smile.

". . . and I am given the freedom to do whatever is necessary to stop my victim's as well as rid the evidence. The evidence being the body and . . ."
"The soul." Ciel finished her next thought.

"Yes, but none of those buffoons have figured that out yet, only her Majesty understands what my own personal payment is, aside from the cash. A demon may not want money but it helps to feed my twelve cats." Caterina shrugged.

"I see. And yourself?" Ciel looked at the floor as he turned away.
"I buy clothes now and then, but I'm saving up for something." Caterina looked to the other side of the room.
"And what is that?" Ciel turned to look at her.

"It's a secret." She put her laced gloved hand over her lips.

"I see. Very well then, I have discovered everything I need. I do not guarantee I trust you, but now that I know I am no longer alone in her Majesty's trustworthy group of employers, I may be in need of your services in the near future." Ciel looked up at her hardheartedly.
"Agreed." Caterina smiled.
"All I have to ask is not to make a contract with my fiancé." Ciel had a serious look on his face, as if he was on the defensive.
"Lady Elizabeth? Never, she is far too sweet for my taste. But I may become her new maid. I have an appointment with her father this afternoon." She smirked as she winked at Ciel. He blushed, but she merely laughed.

"I may be easy, but I do not 'mess' with those of high stature to which I greatly respect." Caterina stated quite honestly as she waved her hand, signaling she'd have nothing to do with Lizzy.

"Very well then, until later. Sebastian." Ciel bowed and began to walk out as she jumped off the desk and nodded her head.
"My lady. I pray I will be seeing you soon." Sebastian whispered the latter as he kissed her hand.

"Yes, but only if that brat isn't around." She smiled at him.

"I will see to it." Sebastian stated seductively.