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Disclamer:I do not own black butler, but I own this story idea. I own the characters that I make up in this story as well :)
"Well, just what is my little lady doing?" Undertaker said smiling insanely.
"I'm not little, you crazy idiot!" I shouted as my master brought me back from my dream of the night I came into his care.
Many days had passed since then, and Undertaker has only asked me a few times where I was originally from. I have yet to tell him for many reasons that I have best keep to myself. Nightmares from that night still seem to haunt my dreams, but as the years have passed, they seem less…confusing. Just then hot breath could be felt on my ivory skin, which made me jump back a few inches hitting my back against an empty coffin. There stood in front of me, was my master only inches from my face. He was bending slightly so his eyes were eye-level with my pale gray orbs.
"Crazy doesn't even begin to describe me, my sweet Ann," Undertaker ginning like the mad man he was. "Tis makes this ol' brain of mine wonder. What is it that has the sweet Cassandra so deep in thought?" I felt his index and middle finger slide down my right cheek bone to my jaw line, causing chills to run up and down my spine.
What was wrong with me? This mad man has never had this effect on me before, or at least not this bad. I just stood there staring into his eyes memorized by how close he was.
We stood there like that for a few more minutes before he began to giggle that turned in to a full blown cackle and walked off back to working on the corpse once again. Curse that damn man, he is such a buffoon. My heart was still racing by the time I recovered from the incident that only happened not only a few seconds before. I glared at the back of his head before walking over to the table in the far right of the room to look over the notes about the victim. Nothing out of the ordinary, just another murder victim.
We have been getting lots of these dead bodies all with the same things happening to them. First was the decapination, then was the liver being removed and then finally they get cut on the chest with a L. Undertaker says he knows who is at hand, but he refuses to trust me with the information.
"Master?"
"Hmmm?" He answered.
"Why is it these murders seem to be similar to those of 30 years ago with Jack the Ripper?" I asked curiously.
"Now Ann, what makes you think they are just like those of 30 years ago hmmmm?" Undertaker cackled.
"Well the murders from back then involved the throat being slashed, and then the removal of the female's uterus. Then here on these bodies we have something similar, heads being hacked off, then removal of the liver. The only difference is that the ones of today are being marked with an L." I said connecting the lines as I went along.
He cackled. "Now that my little protégé is a really good connection," His smile was bigger then ever before and even creepier. "The other difference is that the insides of the bodies are painted black and white."
"Wait, what? Since when?" I shouted taken aback. He gestured for me to go to his side with a quick motion of his index finger causing the robe sleeve to fall to his elbow, exposing an oddly toned forearm. I walked over to him, making my buttoned up boot heels to click on the brick floor. My attire was that as my masters just my sleeves only went down to my wrist and was blue. Also instead of pant I wore a skirt that was black and was a few inches above my ankles. I strode easily over to my masters side by the headless corpse.
"Look here my apprentice," He ginned pointing a long black finger nail at the incision was made for the removal of the liver. He then pulled the flap of skin back exposing then innards of the male body. The body was only a day old so it had no smell, but that was not had shocked me. The insides were decorated with black and white, just like that of what my master had said. All the organs where either black or white, as my eyes scanned them I noticed something.
"Ummm, master the organs painted white make two letters," I said confused. "They make….a B and a W?"
The Undertaker then began to cackle and giggle that he fell to the floor laughing. He laughed so hard that I think the funeral house shook.
"Master, what is so funny?"
"Well you see you think this person is trying to mimic crimes as those of 30 years ago when Jack the Ripper was at large which my dear is hardly possible," He said wiping the tears from his eyes. "You see this is a new kind of murder that seems to have it out for males."
Just then the door to the building jingled and there walked in the masters favorite customer.
AN:I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well, be looking forward to chapter 2 :)