((AN: WARNING; EXTREMELY FUCKING BORING ASS PART HERE. JUST GENERAL TALKING HERE. NEXT CHAPTER JACK THE RIPPER ARC WILL COME IN.))

Upon reaching my shop, I had laid her in one of my caskets. My my, how oddly dressed she is~ But I could tell she was no mere human.

Her clothes were darkly colored and she was wearing pants that hugged her form... How unseemly for a woman.

She continued to groan in pain And a bit of blood drizzled down her chin. I merely shook my head and examined her wound, I lifted up her strange coat, seeing the bloody mess. It was quite nasty~, the shards of the bullet seemed to have exploded everywhere up inside her.

Luckily for me I was an Undertaker, my job was to clean up the bodies of dead people. But unfortunately for this woman, she was still alive~

She was starting to squirm a bit when I brought out my utensils. Having no choice I put a bit of rubbing alcohol onto a cloth and put it over her mouth and nose. She struggled with me a bit, seeming to use some of that power she had into her arms. But soon she was out like a candle~

She was quite the mystery girl. Perhaps she wasn't from this world. But perhaps something like mine~ I then slowly grinned. curiosity was getting the better of me. I wanted to see this womans record.

Pulling out a extremely sharp dagger, I lightly cut into her wound. Her record spilled out, revealing her life.

Or at least part of it. I tilted my head. Only a small portion was there.

I watched as she awoke and stared at her hands, before jumping an running across the rooftops. She seemed so happy, yet confused.

I was intrigued, what happened to her other memories? They were locked it seemed. Now she made me more curious. I put the weapon away, putting her record back into her. I pulled out a needle and thread. She would have scars from this no doubt. Don't worry my dear, I'll stitch you up nice and pretty~

Auroras POV:

I hear running water...

I opened my eyes once...Twice...

I then opened my eyes fully, My body felt incredibly heavy and weak. I blinked again, eyes shifting around. I felt a dull ache in my side. And my head was pounding with my heartbeat. I realized I was laying on my side. I could hear running water or possibly rain not too far away. Everything was blurred and hard to make out from far away.

I felt my heart race as I began to worry. Where was I? What happened to me? I kept blinking, my vision slowly returning to me.

I was in a dark room, which pleased me a bit. I had terrible vision in the light and always had to wear shades. I always had chronic headaches from light.

I looked down at my body, seeing I was wearing different clothes from before. I was wearing a laced white shirt. I was still wearing my bra thank god. But who the hell undressed me? Even though it was a good convenience...

I soon wondered about what happened before this. My hand soon found my side. I felt threading in my skin. It aches as I touched it. I remember getting shot...Maybe thats what the pain is...But it feels less painful right now...Someone must have stitched it for me. How kind...what the fuck do I owe this person.

I breathed in slowly, the room smelled a bit musky. Dust was floating in the air. I breathed in again, only to have my nose wrinkle. I was going to sneeze. Fight it...fight it...

AHCHHOOO!

God damn it... I winced as pain filled my side from my body reeling to sneeze. I let out a soft whimper.

"My my, what a funny way to wake up~" Murmured a low male voice. I perked, eyes widening. My body tensed. Was this a friend or foe? Could I use my powers against him? I couldn't see who it was but he was behind me. And I was in too much pain to move. Just stay calm and don't make sudden moves...The stitches could fuck up... "Who are you?" I asked, slowly turning my head. I could vaguely see a silhouette of someone wearing a top hat. Oh that's right. I'm not in modern times anymore...

"Someone who hasn't laughed this hard in years. Heehee~" Cackled an amused voice.

I raised an eyebrow. Why did I get the feeling I've heard this somewhere before?...That voice...

"Are you here to hurt me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. I believed I could use my energy to somehow defend myself. But not for long. It was most likely futile...But I was stubborn and had to try.

"Hurt you? Oh my my. Not very trustworthy of people are we?" He asked, his voice having a strange sweeping tone. Like he was fighting to not laugh with every word.

"Show yourself...Please..." I added, not seeing a point in being demanding when I was the one wounded and weak. My neck began to hurt so I turned my head back.

"Well, since you've paid me a copious amount of times over...Very well." I could hear him walking. It sounded like heavy boots with a bit of thick heels to them. I paid him whaaa? What the fuck is this guy talking about? He sounds like a psychopath...Wait...What is that? Is that a skull? A human skull?!

I squinted my eyes. I began to realize I was in a funeral home. I could now see the urns and odd trinkets adorning a mantle in the corner. Along with a human skull. Also caskets propped up against the wall. My mind began to race with impossibilities. Wait...He can't be real though. This is fucking reality...Wait...what IS reality anymore?!

I began to put the voice and the room together. My heart felt like it was going to explode. Things like this never happened. And yet, it was happening to me! No way!

Thats when the figure stood in my line of vision. I slowly looked up, seeing a dark robed man standing in front of me. I looked up higher, seeing a beaded necklace. A scar, silver hair...A tail tipped top hat...

And a scarred face which was now grinning at me.

I flinched, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I recoiled and squeaked. "W-what the fuck?!"

"Oooh~ Quite the language you got there." He snickered, jagged teeth showing. "I am the Undertaker~" He said with a mock bow.

It's him...

I suddenly found myself going quiet. I mean, what the hell do you do when your favorite character from a anime or story was alive and standing right in front of you? I was not one to tackle or glomp said person. I was more likely to hide or become Scarlett in the face.

He continued to stare at me, seeming a bit intrigued. "You were asleep for sooo long I had wondered if you had ceased to beee~" He sang, turning around and going to a table.

My face became pale. I didn't know how to talk at the moment. So not only I was in the 1880s. I was in the Kuroshitsuji Universe in the 1880s...If only I could faint but I'm laying down.

I winced as hot searing pain entered my side. I only just realized he was applying something onto my wound. Since I was non-responsive to him.

I didn't see him approach me. He was quick. I yelped and whimpered, biting down on my lip. I was too nervous to ask what he was doing.

It was cold yet incredibly painful. It must had been something close to hydrogen peroxide.

"I know it hurts...But pain lets you know your alive~" He sang again, taking the bottle he had used and setting it on the small table.

I shut my eyes then, too nervous to even look at him. I was so afraid of looking incredibly stupid in front of him.

I soon decided I would not talk unless he asked me something.

My eyes shot open when I felt something cold and soft applied to my wound. I grunted, seeing his hand rubbing a white lotion into my skin. It felt intensely good. It took away the ache and burn from the previous liquid.

"There we gooo~ It'll keep the skin nice and moist~" He grinned, putting his hands in a bowl full of water, before drying off with a towel. This was the only way to wash your hands I guess.

"...W-why are you helping me?" I asked, tensing and biting my lip once again. Was that a stupid question? God I hope not.

"I witnessed your powers. It intrigues me~..." He said, putting a finger to his chin in thought. God damn he had long nails. You need a reaper scythe to cut those suckers!

I didn't answer him, going quiet again. My side was beginning to ache. I slowly turned my body to lay on my back, breathing hard. At least I didn't feel much pain.

I was incredibly uncomfortable. I already realized I was lying in a coffin. But thats not what disturbed me. It was the fact a reaper was standing right next to me. A deadly one.

He turned on the click of his heels and strode off. He had a skip to his walk. I began to wonder why I was placed here. Was I to re-wright time?

My eyes shifted to an urn sitting on the mantle. I narrowed my eyes slightly.

Slowly, the urn began to lift off the mantle. I felt relieved. My powers were still with me. I felt naked without them. Exposed and weak...

Undertaker walked back in, startling me and causing the urn to fall off the mantle and shatter on the floor. I covered my mouth, thinking I was going to get my ass kicked. I fucked up now.

He paused, glancing at the urn. "It's been a while since I've found someone with your powers~" I blinked in surprise. He wasn't angry it seemed.

I looked at the urn. Slowly the pieces floated up and spun around, before re-sealing itself back together. Undertaker grinned and clapped. "Marvelous!~ You're so young yet you seem to understand the basics of your powers." He sang.

"You've met someone like me? With Psychokinesis?" I asked suddenly.

Undertaker then frowned. "Psychokinesis isn't what you are my dear. No no~ You're a Psychic Vampire~ It's a completely different thing you're doin'..." He said, sitting on a casket on the floor.

I was downright confused. I wasn't a psychic vampire. Vampires drew energy from people. I wasn't getting it from people because I was always alone.

"Confused my dear? You shouldn't be. Theres several different types of Vampires. Blood takers being one of them~" He explained, grabbing an urn behind him and pulling out a biscuit. He put it halfway in his mouth. (( AN: Let me explain something to you guys. It's not a dog biscuit. It's actually a regular cookie. I don't know where you idiots actually got the idea it's a doggie treat. Yana even explained it a cookie. So please do your god damn research.))

"And what am I categorized as?" I asked, looking at him now. It was quite easy to look at him. Since I didn't have to make eye contact. I only had to stare at his bangs.

"Well, From what I've seen so far. You are classified as a elemental vampire, drawin' energy from the earth, air, water, fire...Not many of them left I'm afraid. And not as strong as you are~" He snickered, seeming to find something amusing about it. "But, you're only half."

"How can you tell?" I asked, rolling my eyes and turning my head to stare at the ceiling. There I go. My stubbornness and attitude is back.

"You're eyes are not showing it. All vampires have a ring around their iris. And depending on maturity, their eyes are red~..." He said, eating yet another cookie. He motioned to me if I wanted one. I shook my head. Even though I was starving.

"You're skin and bones luv, eat one." He said, holding one out to me. I made a face, using my powers to pull it out of his hand.

It floated over to me. I took it from the air and bit into it. It tasted like vanilla which a hint of cinnamon. Undertaker smiled, as if it was a wonderful gift I had. "Ooooh~ You seem to have such grace with your powers~" He sang.

"I've had too much time on my hands...I've only just discovered this power after my mum died..." I looked down at my hands, thinking about how she died. It was painful to watch her go.

"Was she blessed with this gift as well?~" He asked, rather interested now.

"No...Mum didn't have it...I never saw anything like that...Dad...I don't know...It's a curse, not a gift. I could kill someone with these powers."

"And yet you haven't, only injured." He snickered, earning a glare from me. But soon my eyes softened. I wasn't like that. I wasn't a hurtful person...Whatever happened to the real me?

A loud knock was heard. Undertaker slowly stood up, putting his urn of cookies away. "That'll be guests. We'll talk later luv." He said, brushing past me.

I watched him leave, thinking about what we just talked about. So I was wrong this whole time. I was a vampire...Was my father a vampire? Did I come into contact with a vampire somehow? Was there any bad sides to this?

I could hear Undertaker talking to some people. A weeping woman was heard. I shut my eyes, wondering what was going to happen now. The dull ache in my side was beginning to annoy me. Why wasn't I able to heal if I was a vampire? Was it because I was only half?

Just then I heard intense laughter. The whole room seemed to shake. I winced as searing pain went up my side.

Yup, He's... definitely the Undertaker... Something must have shook his funny bone. I grunted and sat up slowly. I was getting annoyed with laying down. I understood I needed to rest. But that was so boring.

I then slid my legs over the casket, slowly standing up.I flinched as the stitches stretched. I lifted up my shirt, wanting to get a look at it. I was downright shocked at what I saw. There was so many stitches Going down and to the left of my side. The bullet must have exploded inside of me. Apparently it had missed my kidney or I would have felt worse by now.

I was pleased the stitches were neatly done. I most likely would have a scar, but barely visible.

I slowly slid off the casket, my feet touching the rug. I made my way to the mantle, Grunting in pain a bit. I then poked at the urn I shattered earlier. No a single crack was found. I grinned softly.

"You have quite a talent my little vampire~" A low voice said behind me. I jumped, yelping in pain as my skin stretched under the stitches. "God! D-don't do that please!" I whimpered, putting a hand over my wound.

"Pardon, old habits die so terribly hard~..." He said, going past me and grabbing the urn, inspecting it before tossing it up and down into the air. "I could use someone with your talents m'dear. What is your name?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Aurora." I said quickly, walking back to the casket.

"Is that all? No other name to add to that?" He asked, snickering.

"...Niamh Genevieve..." I answered, slowly climbing back into the casket.

Suddenly Undertaker began to snicker. I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Something funny?"

"What is your middle name again?~" He asked, drooling a bit.

"...Niamh?" I repeated, confused.

Undertaker burst into hysterical laughter. I raised my eyebrows more. "What the hell is so funny?" Was my middle name really that weird?

"The way you s-say it! Ooooh my my~" He said, falling over with a thump and laughing louder now.

I flushed Scarlett. usually when saying my name, I slurred into my irish accent without realizing it. "It's not that funny! It's irish!"

Undertaker then sat up, his body heaving with each breath. "You're hysterical! I knew there was something special about you~" He sang, standing up slowly. A huge grin plastered all over his face.

If I could sweatdrop, I would. Undertaker was truly an odd being. He was exactly as he was from the manga and Anime. But which world was I in? The Anime? Or Manga? I seriously hoped the Manga.

Suddenly, I was pulled out of my thoughts when a vibrating noise was heard going off somewhere. Undertaker paused, if one could see his face, you would see a crooked brow.

I began to realize It was a cellphone noise, coming from my pant pocket. My eyes widened, my cellphone worked here!?

I felt around and pulled out my phone, completely shocked. My best friend was calling. Kourtney...

I had a choice, take the call? Or dismiss it? I clicked answer. A voice chimed over the phone. It was on speakerphone. "...Hello?" I struggled to speak. I didn't know how to tell my best friend I was stuck in another world. How do you tell someone that?

Undertaker remained quiet, observing me and the object in my hand. His demeanor seemed to change.

"Hello?...Aurora?" The voice said again. I responded then. "Kourtney?"

"Where are you? I got a call you ran off from the group home. Whats going on?!" She asked, worry evident in her voice. I bit my lip. I couldn't explain it. She wouldn't believe me.

"Kourtney...I cannot tell you right now. And you won't ever find me. I'm off the map. You will be unable to ping my phone." I explained.

Undertaker blinked. So it is a telephone, but more advanced. How interesting~

"Aurora, tell me where you are. I'm putting in your number now..." The typing of keys could be heard. A long pause was heard. "...What...the fuck? Type in correct number?! I AM!" Her friend yelled.

"I told you. I'm off the map. I will tell you later. Don't call me for a few days." I said, pushing the button to end call.

"NO WAIT!"

Click.

I stared at my phone, before looking up at Undertaker. A glowing yellow eye was looking at me. It was the creepiest stare I'd ever seen.

"Where... are you from exactly..." He asked, a serious tone coming over his usually swooping voice. I felt a bit nervous now.

"...The twenty first century. Over a hundred years in the future." I explained, biting my lip.

Undertaker seemed to have a poker face going because I could not tell if he was shocked, stunned, or curious. He still had a glowing eye staring at me, as if he had eyeshine. I also had to remember that all reapers were near sighted.

However...

Undertaker was a more advanced reaper. He seemed to see perfectly fine. Judging by how well he could fight in the manga. Maybe those scars were the reason he could see so well...He most likely experimented on himself.

"How did you manage such a trip to the past?" He asked suddenly, curious.

"...To be honest...It's a long story..." I started, only to hear a chuckle from him.

"Time is of no matter to me~ Tell me your story." He said, crossing his legs, his strapped boots visible now.

I then began to relay every bit of information to him, including my suicide attempt. undertaker didn't seem to respond to that part however. But the angel...

"An angel? How interesting...My dear...do you believe in any of this? God, Angels, demons?" He asked, a grin slowly but surely spreading over his face.

"...Of course I do. Since I was tiny, I've seen things I cannot explain. Heard things I cannot explain."

"...What do you know about Grim Reapers?" He asked, the grin still there.

"..." I looked to the floor and sighed. That question was going to come up sooner or later.

"...That I'm standing right by one."

Undertaker paused, before laughing once again. "I've not been recognized as one for over a century. You are quite the bright woman. How did you know?" He asked, curious.

"..." I swallowed. Should I tell him what I know? I can't tell if he's gonna beat the living shit out of me for knowing what he is.

"...You're in a story book in my world...Everyone who reads these books knows of you." I hinted, watching him straighten up.

"Storybook hmmmmm?~ And prey tell, what is said about me?" He asked, his expression unknown.

"..." I looked at him carefully. "Can I rest for a spell before going deeper into this?" I asked, honestly too nervous to continue.

Undertaker frowned, not answering. Apparently he did not like that idea.

"U-uh...You passed judgment on Robin Hood and Marie Antoinette ...Or something." I fussed inwardly, but visibly gripping at my pants. "You're the spitting image of him. So I just assume you are him."

Once again he grinned. "Interesting. I'm amused someone would write stories about little old me~ Heehee~"

"...You gonna kill me for knowing you?" I asked, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I'd rather not die twice.

"Kill you? Now why ever would I do that?" He asked, zooming in front of me, getting close to my face. I leaned back, uncomfortable as fuck.

"...I don't know..." I said softly.

He then smiled. "I could use someone like you. Perhaps you would help me around my shop? It's been needin' a few chaaaaanges~." He said, twirling around.

I stared. Well that was an odd twist. Work for him? "Um...Sure..." I said. It was a great place to start. At least I wasn't in the mansion of the Phantomhive. Meeting Sebastian would have made me uncomfortable.

His eyes gave the hint of blood lust. There was no real human emotion in those eyes. He was a demon. The only emotion he knew of was fondness for his master.

"Oh goodie! You'll start when you're healed up my dear. You're going to hurt worse tommoroooow~." He said, scurrying out of the room.

I blinked and shook my head, laying back into the casket, I pulled the blanket over me. My stomach hurt worse then my wound. I was hungry. And that biscuit didn't seem to fill my belly. Soon my stomach growled. I pouted, shifting under the blanket.

"Oooh~ Someones hungry. Don't worry I'll fix you up somethin'." Called Undertaker from the other room. I felt a little shocked. He could hear from that far away. Well, reapers were a bit different from humans. Even though they looked like us... But the eyes is what was so different. And their strength And weapons...

I laid there for the longest time, before a aroma of meat came to my nose. I sniffed, mouth salivating. It smelled like soup...I forgot that he knew how to cook in the manga.

"Here m'dear. Sit up though." He said behind me. I perked and slowly sat up. He handed me a bowl of soup. I blinked a few times, staring down at it. My expression looking slightly confused.

"Not to your likin'?~" He asked, tilting his head.

I looked up at him, shaking my head frantically. "No no! T-Thats not it...It's just...been a while since someones done an act of kindness for me..." I said, sipping at my soup. It had a bit of chicken and vegetables in it. It was comfort food.

"Enjoy it while it lasts~..." He said, leaving once again. I wondered what he was doing back there. I was glad I didn't tell him what he was going to do in the future. That part I wouldn't mess with. I would only make small tweaks. I took another sip of my soup. I suddenly gasped in pain, my side was throbbing. I dropped the bowl of soup, only to catch it in time with my powers. I grit my teeth, bringing it back onto my lap.

I hated being weak. I didn't want to be weak...I was somewhat angered Undertaker saw my weakness. But what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.

I began to realize, I was needed. I would no longer feel unwanted. I wouldn't have to die again. For now, I would help Undertaker with his "Guest.". And possibly, his bizarre dolls. I was possibly going to enjoy this immensely.

((AN: Sorry that was so painful to do. I want to get to the part were Ciel and Sebastian come in. Jack The Ripper Arc is about to happen. I had to get formalities. Sorry that it's so boring. Next chapter the real shit starts.))