Vampy: Here is the rewritten version of the second chapter. I'm keeping Undertaker's name as Adrian Crevan because while I do have another name I could use, I'm too lazy to change it. I did change the way that Shinigami are made since one of the readers pointed out that they come from people who had committed suicide. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed/followed/favorited Lover's Morgue. I hope that you continue to enjoy this story even if I change a few things. I don't own anything from Black Butler.
"Interesting. Yes, very interesting indeed," Undertaker said to himself.
Raven blinked in an attempt to clear her vision, wondering what exactly was so interesting. She was supposed to be dead! How the hell was she still alive?! She let out a gasp of fear and surprise as she was suddenly scooped up into the strange man's arms. "P-please don't hurt me!"
Undertaker looked at the pale girl in his arms, shocked at her plea. "I'm not going to hurt you, dearie. Seems to me, you've been hurt enough without me adding onto it."
"Why should I trust you?" Raven asked skeptically. She was surprised when a wide grin spread across his face.
"Well now, I suppose that's just something that you'll have to determine for yourself, hm? Heeheehee!"
Too tired and cold to protest anymore, she cuddled into him to steal some of his body heat, which earned her a small chuckle. Raven had never received a kind word or action from anyone until now. It felt...nice.
"What is your name?" She managed to ask despite how exhausted she was after having to go through everything that had happened.
Undertaker glanced down at the girl in his arms. She would definitely be a welcome addition to the reaper society, though he doubted anyone had realized there was a new recruit. For some reason he felt that he could trust her with his true name, which was known by very few. "My name is Adrian Crevan, though I usually go by Undertaker. You may call me whichever. "
Her heavy eyelids closed slowly in sleep. She yawned and mumbled, "Thank you for helping me, Adrian."
Undertaker's eyes widened in surprise. She was thanking him? She was thanking him?! He started to ask her why on earth she would be thanking someone like him; but as he glanced down at her, he realized she was asleep. Carefully opening the door to the back room he usually slept in (when he wasn't sleeping in the coffins, that is), Undertaker placed her gently on the bed.
He stood beside the bed as he debated with himself about whether or not he should bandage her wounds. While he knew she wouldn't die from blood loss now that she was a Shinigami, Undertaker also knew that the wounds would still be painful and he wanted to aid the healing process as quickly as possible.
Undertaker decided to wait until Raven woke up so that she wouldn't think she was being raped again. As the mortician walked out of the room, he wondered when he should contact Dispatch about Raven. Being retired and...well...on the crazy side, it probably wasn't the best idea for her to stay with him. But... There was something about her... He quickly shook his head, pushing the thought away. No. No no no no no. The sooner the Council was contacted the better off she would be. He would simply bandage her wounds and wait for her to heal up a bit before letting them know about her.
After deciding on this course of action, Undertaker silently left the room to let his house guest sleep.
Raven woke up with a small scream when she heard someone enter her room. She threw her arms over her head and trembled, expecting her father to hit her.
Undertaker froze about three steps into the room. He stared at Raven's trembling figure in confusion for a few moments before he realized that she most likely thought he was her father. Fighting back the insane giggle he usually used at such times, Undertaker quietly said, " I won't hurt you."
Raven felt a wave of calm wash over her when she heard Undertaker's voice. This was closely followed by embarrassment. She squinted at him, trying to see his face through the blur. "Good morning, Adrian. You wouldn't happen to have something for eyesight, would you?" She asked as she started to sit up.
Undertaker rushed over and pushed her back down, the movement causing his bangs to move out of his face briefly.
"Don't move, I haven't been able to treat and bandage your wounds yet!" He exclaimed, his eyes showing his concern for the girl.
Raven stared at his eyes as if hypnotized. They were the only thing she could see clearly through the blur. Wow... She thought, not realizing she spoke aloud.
Undertaker blinked as if just realizing that he could see her clearly. He quickly made his bangs cover his eyes once more and let go of her. "In answer to your question, I do. However, they are human made and aren't quite at the prescription level one of our kind would need.
Shaking herself out of her daze, Raven spoke. "Our kind?"
"Will you allow me to treat your injuries while I explain?" Undertaker asked.
Raven blinked, surprised that he had asked for her permission. She licked her lips nervously but nodded since she knew that she wouldn't be able to bandage herself.
He sat down on the bed with everything he would need to clean and bandage the cut before gently removing her shirt, politely keeping his eyes on only her wound. "Well..." As he worked he told her about the Shinigami and what they did, adding an insane giggle here and there. "The only thing that I don't understand is how you became a Shinigami in the first place. Anyone who has not been born a Shinigami can only become one through committing suicide during their mortal life. As you are neither, this is most unusual. After you have healed, I'll contact Dispatch to let them know they have a new recruit," Undertaker finished up both his explanation and the bandaging.
Raven grabbed his hand. "But I don't want to leave!" Both shinigami froze in surprise at the words that left Raven's mouth. Raven blushed a little. "Um, sorry. I don't want to impose or anything, but I really don't want to go to this 'Dispatch' place when I'm still trying to get used to the fact that I am technically not alive anymore. And considering what happened just last night. . . Well, I don't really want to go to some place full of strangers."
"I can't make you do something you don't want to do. You may stay here as long as you wish. " The funeral director stood up after patting her hand comfortingly, heading over to the door. "Now get some more rest. I'll be down in my workshop if you need me."
"Thank you, again."
Undertaker smiled at her from the doorway and nodded politely to her before quietly closing the door behind him.
