"You can do better than that m'dear!"
Sang the Undertaker behind me. In front of me was a casket that had to weigh at least 300 pounds. He was trying to get me to sit it upright against the wall, which was proving hard to do. It was like Luke Skywalker trying to get his bloody ship out of the swamp. Oh god. Star wars references.
"I'm trying...Do you got a body in there too?" I asked softly, narrowing my eyes. The casket then slid slightly on the floor. But never once had it lifted. I kept trying though. I was too stubborn to stop.
Undertaker then shook his head, before going over and lifting it. "We'll start small again. Honestly my dear, focus harder." He said, propping it against the wall with no trouble at all. Being a reaper and all they were so much stronger then us.
"I would if I could think against the pain in my side." I argued, glancing down at my side. I was so sore today, the stitches are what hurt the most. It hurt to sit down or turn my body and even bending over was a problem.
"That's where you're having the problem my little vampire~ Don't think...Just do..." He said. I opened my mouth to say something but he put a finger to my mouth to silence me, I backed up, pouting. "You know every time you mess with a dead person you get shit and piss on your hands. Don't touch me."
Undertaker grinned and laughed. "You have a interesting way of saying things. Heehee~ Are all woman like this in your realm?" He asked, putting a finger to his chin in thought, as if ignoring my last statement about the shit and piss.
"No, That would be too boring if everyone was the same." I replied in a smartass remark.
"So fiesty~ Are you always like this hmmm?~" He asked, getting in my space once again. I frowned and backed up again, like he was doing some odd dance with me. "No...I'm in pain so I get snappy... I'm usually calmer then this...People say I'm boring actually." I admitted, rubbing my arm in thought.
Undertaker frowned then. "Boring? You've been most entertaining. I wouldn't say that~" He said softly, almost a mumble. I smiled faintly.
"Want me to re-arrange the urns again?" I asked, feeling up to it. Undertaker then nodded. "Put them in order of size now~ And try to focus on two urns This time." He said, standing back to watch.
I stared at the shelf, thinking out how it would go, before having two large urns float off the shelf. A smirk appeared on Undertakers face in the corner of my eye. He was up to something. I could feel his energy shifting.
I then had the two large urns switch with two small ones. But before I could switch the two smalls ones with mediums, Undertaker was up in my face, his glowing yellow-ish green eyes staring me down.
I shrieked and the urns fell to the floor. Undertaker then fell back, laughing hysterically. His body heaving with every breath.
I growled and finally snapped. "What the fuck was that for?! Are you trying to give me a bloody heart attack or anxiety attack?!" I asked, voice swinging to my irish accent again, making Undertaker laugh harder now. He was drooling all over the floor. His hat falling off. He really was crazed in the head. But still, he would remain my favorite character. This was who he was. And would possibly forever remain that way.
I found myself by the broken urns, staring at them before they resealed back together. Undertaker then slowly ceased his laughter before standing up. "You are easily distracted. That is why I gave you a fright. To stop you from the task. You understand riiiight?~" He said, grinning at me.
I just rolled my eyes. "I do actually. You got me good..." I admitted, feeling too tired to be angry with him. I honestly did not know what he was training me for. But it was honestly invigorating to use my powers to the limit, to push me to see how far I can go.
"Take a breather and rest for a bit luv, I'll tidy up." He said, going over and picking up the urns. I nodded, leaving the room to the small bedroom. In these times, Undertakers would LIVE in the mortuary. So it was like a twenty-four hour shop. However Undertaker seemed to only sleep in coffins. He resembled a vampire to me, and with those nasty nails of his, it only furthered it.
I soon found myself curled up in bed, scratching nervously at my wound. It was a bad habit, but it itched so badly.
Undertaker was by the bed in a blink of an eye. "No scratchiiiing~" He said, wiggling his finger in front of me.
I groaned and went under the covers, not wanting to hear his motherly talk.
Undertaker giggled, "Keep scratching and the stitches will breeeak~ Then I'll have to redo the stitches all over again, while you're awaaaake." He warned in a rhyming poem.
I ceased my scratching, eyes wide. I did not want to test that theory he would do it while I was conscious.
"I'll make you some tea to ease your aches." He said, his footsteps fading. I just sighed, listening to the silence.
I seemed to be getting along with Undertaker just fine. But that was my opinion. I really had no idea what Undertaker thought of my presence in his shop.
I could only hope it was good thoughts.
"Sit up m'dear." He said, I groaned and sat up, the blanket falling off me. He handed me a beaker with yellowish tea which I recognised as chamomile. I stared, before snorting a laugh.
Undertaker cocked his head, expressionless. "Something funny m'dear?"
"I have to tell you, it's cute how you use beakers instead of cups. It's honestly really adorable." I admitted, earning a smile from Undertaker. "It adds to the macabre of the shop." He said, pointing around.
I nodded, drinking my tea. I wasn't afraid to drink what he gave me. He wasn't as scary as people made him out to be. He was a sweetheart to me. Just a bit fucked up in the head is all.
"Thank you...Another act of kindness doesn't go unnoticed by me." I said again. Undertaker bowed, "Anything for you, my lady." That made me pout. I hated being refered as a lady. I wasn't a lady. I was a tomboy. I was disgusted with anything girly, frilly, or pink...
"I'll leave you to rest." He said, leaving the room before I could say anything. I wondered about him. He seemed to have two personalities...
I set the beaker on a table next to the bed, as least beds were comfy in this time. Full of feathers and cotton. I could feel the tea start to work on me. I was rather sensitive to herbs. My muscles loosened, my wound felt less achy. My heartbeat was slowing down and relaxing. I closed my eyes, letting sleep take over.
"I Understand Veeeerrryyy Well, what Milord wishes to say. She wasn't a "client" in the "ordinary folk" sense of the word. See, I cleaned her riiiight up nice and pretty."
"...I want to hear about that."
I awoke, groaning softy. I could hear voices in the next room. I wondered how long I was out.
"Then let's have a chat. I'll make some tea or something. Wont you just take a seat somewhere over there?"
My eyes went wide. I knew those lines anywhere. Sebastian and Ciel where here. And so was Madam Red and Grell. Oh...shit.
My heart pounded. I forced myself out of bed, ignoring the dull ache in my wound. I had to see them. I don't know why but I felt I needed to see them.
Undertaker soon went passed the bedroom door but stopped to peek in. "Awake m'dear? You've been asleep for a few days again. Come on out and join me, we have a few visitors~..." He said grinning and drooling a bit, running his hand down the door post creepily.
I nodded, following after him. I came to the kitchen, watching him pull out a tin full of tea bags. Being silly, I made the tea bags float in the air. Undertaker pouted and grabbed them, putting them in the beakers. I snickered softly. He wiggled his finger at me, disapproving of my actions.
Ciel was becoming impatient. And he could have sworn Undertaker had talked to someone in the back. He looked to Sebastian for answers, but he just made the same expression to him.
Soon Undertaker emerged with the tea, handing it off to everyone. I was too shy to follow after. Undertaker turned to look at me, beckoning me with his sleeved hands. "Don't be shy, come here. Say hello to everyone."
All heads turned to where I was. I then emerged, looking incredibly nervous. I was in the spotlight now. Talk about being pressured.
"Undertaker, who is this?" Ciel asked, staring me up and down. I avoided eye contact with either of them. To be honest Sebastian gave me chills. And to now be in the same room with him. I now knew why...
He was giving off an incredible dark aura of energy. I could almost see it fully. It was pulsating and black. It was overpowering. It was basically the same thing I saw in Black Butler 2, when he became angered that Claude had stolen Ciel away. But the energy wasn't exactly his...It confused me...
I could also sense energy coming from Under Ciel's Eyepatch. The contract had energy of its own, which was very interesting.
"This is my assistant Aurora. Shes a biiiiiiiiit shy but once you get to know her she opens up faaaaairly quick~" He said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I never felt so nervous before.
"H-hello..." I said shakily, like a silly schoolgirl, oh how my friends would be laughing at this.
I found Sebastian looking at me with an odd expression. I kept my eyes averted however. No doubt he already sensed I was half vampire. But I could already tell I was no threat really. And he was under contract with Ciel, he couldn't harm me unless given a direct order.
"Hello dear, I am Madam Red and this is my butler Grell. You're hair is stunning." Said Madam red, motioning to my red hair. I nodded. "Thank you."
"Formalities Aside, Tell me what you know Undertaker," Ciel demanded. Undertaker pouted, Ciel had to go and spoil the fun.
He sat down on a chair, patting the casket next to him to tell me to sit by him. I did as he asked, not knowing what to do really since I wasn't needed.
He pulled out his cookies, handing one to me. I sucked on mine, not wanting to annoy anyone with my chewing.
"Now then. You want to hear about Jack the ripper, yessssss? The yard's starting to get their knickers in a bunch about it now, buuuuut..." He then smiled.
"...This isn't the first time I've had a client like that." He finished, breaking the cookie in his mouth dramatically and munching on it.
Madam Red perked up, appearing concerned. But I knew she wasn't.
"Not the first time? What do you mean?" She asked, even looking sweaty to appear more concerned.
Undertaker eyed her carefully for a moment, as if pondering something. "In the past, there've been a number amount of case, involving dead murdered whores."
He held out his urn of cookies to Ciel, asking quietly if he wanted some. Ciel shook his head. "But their intensity and cruelty continues to escalate..." He handed me another one. I chuckled silently.
The woman I saw was dismembered and her internal organs were wrapped around her neck. As some sick way of strangling her. The red marks on her neck proved that. I almost found it hard to believe that Madam Red was capable of this murder. But then Grell was in the background always assisting. It made more sense when adding him in.
I found myself staring at him. Grell raised a brow at me. I sheepishly looked away. Grell thought nothing of it however fortunately.
"The yard failed to notice because the murders weren't terribly bloody at the outset. But aaaaall the prostitutes in Whitechapel had a little something in common~"
Ciel and Sebastian looked intrigued obviously. I just sat there, watching. "Something in common, you say?" Asked Ciel.
Undertaker leered at them, closing the lid to the urn. "Weeeell, what could it be? Whatever could it beeee?~...Wouldn't you like to knooow?" I smiled softly.
Ciel looked annoyed at his strange behavior.
Lau then perked...somewhat. "I see. Thats how it is. Being an Undertaker is only a façade for normal society." He then focused his attention on Undertaker. "How much do you want for the information?"
Undertaker perked in the most cutest way possible. I tensed. Here it comes...
"How much?" He asked, now in Lau's face. Lau looked incredibly tweaked out. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. "I do not desire a single one of the queens coins! There's only one thing I want from you!" Lau was sweating now, making me laugh a little louder. He then slowly turned his head to Ciel, his eyes glowing. "Now, Milord." He then rushed over, grabbing Ciels head in his hands. "Please m'lord! Give it to meeee~"
He then giggled like a madman and began to drool, shaking with expectancy. "Bestow upon me a first rate laugh! Then I shall tell you everything!"
He then toppled over a casket, drooling and body heaving with laughs. I heard Ciel mumble "lunatic." Sebastian was inclined to agree. I giggled more.
Just then, Lau stepped forward. "Lord Earl. Please allow me to handle this." Undertaker perked up, wondering what chinese fellow knew of jokes. I stared off into space, knowing their jokes were not going to be very amusing.
"People have called me the sleeping tiger of new year's parties in Shanghai. And now, I shall demonstrate that in full!"
There was a long dramatic pause before he spoke. "A fool on the futon."
Sebastian, Ciel, Madam Red, and Grell sweatdropped in silence. Undertaker remained silent, clearly not impressed.
"I think the sleeping tiger needs to sleep a few more years, before telling such a crappy joke as that." I interrupted, earning a few stares.
Lau looked annoyed at that comment.
Undertaker grinned and laughed hysterically at that note.
Madam red then came forward. "You'll never do Lau. Very well." She then threw up her arms dramatically. "Madam red, star of social circles, shall share with you her best tale!"
She then began to tell a story about how a wife gave her husband a blowjob. My eyes widened in such disbelief. Sebastian was covering Ciels ears, since he was obviously too young to hear it.
A few minutes later, Undertaker had shut their mouths with tape. I was still staring off into space, wishing I hadn't heard that disgusting story. "Gross..." I shook my head.
"That only leaves you, Milord." Undertaker said to Ciel, folding his fingers together. "The last time, I was a bit generous if I do say so myself. But no specials this time." He said, earning a pout from Ciel. "Damn it..." He said quietly. Sebastian then brushed past Ciel, tugging on his white gloves. "It appears there is nothing for it."
"Sebastian?!" Ciel exclaimed.
Sebastian was closer to me, and now I was getting a bit intimidated. His aura of energy was overthrowing almost everyone's energy in the room. It was distracting. He glanced at me, I blinked in reply.
Undertaker said my eyes would be bloody red...Just like Sebastian's. I can't imagine having eyes like his...I don't want to intimidate people.
Undertaker swayed and tilted his head. "Ohhh?~ Masters butler is having a go, now is he?"
Sebastian then shut his eyes and sighed. "Everyone, please step outside if you would. You as well, Miss Aurora." He said to me. I perked, my mouth making an "o" formation. I then nodded, slowly standing up to leave. Ciel looked shaken, as if unsure of his butlers actions.
Sebastian then turned to face them. "You must not, under any condition, peek inside." And with that, we were outside.
Madam Red turned to me. "How did you come by such an odd fellow?" She asked me. I paused, before lifting up my shirt, revealing the stitches. "I was shot...And I found myself here...He fixed up my wound. I owe him..." I explained.
Madam Red's eyes widened at the sight of it. "Who would shoot a dear like you?"
"I don't know. A man just came up and shot me..." I lied easily, shrugging.
Before she could speak Undertaker's shop shook violently. His deep laugh was heard inside. I smiled, loving how he laughed. It was much more fun to hear him in person. From the commotion inside, it seemed Undertaker was knocking things over. I wondered what Sebastian had done exactly. "NO! STOP! EHEHEHEHE! AHAHAHA!"
The sign suddenly fell off the shop, clattering to the ground in front of us. I sighed, knowing I was going to have to use my powers to lift it up when everyone was gone. God damn it Undertaker...
Soon the laughter ceased. And the door creaked open. Sebastian stood in the doorway. "Do please come in. He has agreed to speak to us." I saw Undertaker keeled over on the table, his hat having fallen off and his the top of his head visible now. He was drooling And twitching. "I s-saw paridise...Eheehee!" He then put his hat back on. "Well...To get back to the matter at hand... Guh Fu..! I'l tell you anything you wish to know...Geh- heh heh!"
I was soon having more tea, sitting down on a casket next to Undertaker. He was by a shelf full of books and urns, running his slender fingers over a few of them. "..For a while now...I've occansionally had clients who are...How shall I say... lacking, you see~ Guh-fu!"
Sebastian blinked. "...Lacking?"
Undertaker had his back to us, seeming to find something interesting by the bookcase, I soon saw it was the mannequin body part dummy. "Yes, quite lacking." He then turned to us with the mannequin. "Their innards... that is." He said, cradling the dummy.
Everyone but me in the room looked a bit disgusted and/or horrified. Gore didn't affect me...However...
The image of that dead woman I saw would forever be scarred into my mind...
"Before my clients can rest easy on their beds, I must get them nice and clean yes?" He used his sleeve to brush dust off the dummy. "And examining them As I do my duty is a little hobby of mine, you see?"
I made a face, knowing he meant playing with them instead of examining them. Everyone who had a beaker looked grossed out, thinking those beakers were used on the bodies. Lau wiped his mouth in disgust. "So they were all lacking a kidney or somesuch?" He asked, thinking out loud. "In that case, the killer is a loan shark or the like." Undertaker just smirked. "Chinese celler rats think of the most disturbing things! That's not what I meant. It is something only a girl would possess." He said, cradling the dummy and mumbling something about "This one doesn't have it though".
He was about to say what it was when I chimed in. "A Uterus?" I asked.
Everyone in the room perked up. They stared at me. Sebastian looked at me in suspicion.
I rolled my eyes. "He said something only a woman would have. A womb."
Undertaker nodded, smiling that I had gotten it. "Correct. Lately, I've been seeing a rise in such "clientele" all of a sudden...And thier crimson "rouge" is becoming gaudier by the day. It's all keeping me veeery busy~."
"Even with few passers-by, committing murder on the street...moreover, in the dead of night...Would it not be difficult for an amateur to cut out the womb with the necessary precision?" Sebastian said, eyes on Undertaker now.
"Quite the bright candle, aren't we, master butler? I have considered that myself." He said, motioning to a flickering candle at his side.
He then got up, boots clacking on the floor. And to my surprise. He came to a stop at my side. I felt my stomach do a flip. What? Is he... "Well, lets see...First, I'd take something sharp..."
I went still as he put his right hand lightly on my throat. Really? What the fuck Undertaker? I pouted visibly. "And slash the throat..."
He then put his other hand over my abdomen. "...Then I'd cut right here..." He ran his nail across my stomach, making me flinched slightly. Oh, I swear to god I'm going to kick your ass... "And steal away the little precious."
He then put his arms around my waist, pressing his cheek to mine with a huge grin. I pouted more, not sure what to make of his behavoir. He makes us look like a damn couple. Oh joy.
"The "skill" involved...and... "the lack of hesitation" points to a professional. And most likely, someone of the "underworld," at that." He said, running a nail down my cheek. I grabbed his hand, warning him to stop. Undertaker only smirked wider, liking the reaction he was getting from me. My powers trickled into my grip, tightening the hold. Undertaker chuckled, knowing I was bluffing. But still, he had to give me credit for trying.
Sebastian watched with interest, sensing the pulsing energy.
"And that is why I knew you would come here Milord." He said, pulling his hand out of my grip with ease. But he kept his other arm around me. That, I did not mind. I didn't like things in my face, or things prodding me. Also his fingers concerned me. I had no idea about his personal hygiene. I'd rather not have his nails touch my face.
"If there were a possibility that the killer belonged to the "underworld"...I expected you would be summoned here without fail." He said, seeing Ciel have an unknown expression on his face.
"Heed my words...Another will die. And so will the murders continue...Until someone stops them." He then grinned and giggled, his chest heaving against my back.
"Can you stop the killer..."Aristocrat Of Evil," Earl Phantomhive?" He asked, putting a finger to his chin.
Ciel stood up and turned away, Sebastian responded by putting his coat on him. "The underworld has its own rules. it's residents do not kill those on the other side without reason...And they do not invade polite society using the powers of the underworld." He explained, eyes turning serious. "By our family coat of arms...I vow to eliminate, without exception, all who defile the gardens of the queen."
If I could laugh without getting my ass kicked, I would have. Ciel was such a little liar. Sebastian was the one doing all the work. He was his "knight" as Ciel called him. His pawn in the great game. Though in reality...Ciel was prey to this demon. Sebastian was in control at the moment...
He then turned to us. "Excuse our intrusion, Undertaker, Miss Aurora." He said, before walking out the door. Sebastian and the others soon followed. I shook my head when they were gone. I then noticed Undertaker still was against me. I pouted. "You going to let go yet?"
"Perhaps, I'll get back to you on it." He said, smirking. I glared in response. I couldn't really get out of his grip. If I moved too fast my stitches could snap. I then eyed his top hat. I snapped my fingers, making his hat go over his nose.
He squeaked and reached up to pull it up, I saw my chance as his Hands let go of me and got away. A smug look on my face.
"You're gooood~" He sang, fixing his top hat. "Veeeery gooood~"
"Are you aware that Sebastian is a demon?" I asked, switching the subject around.
"Of course I am luv, It fascinates me why a demon would play master butleeeeer~." He said, swinging his body around. "He seemed to be quite interested in you m'dear. I think he knoooows what you aaare~" He said, making me look a bit nervous. I didn't want his attention centered around me. I needed to be more careful with my powers.
"Oh my dear, could you go fix the sign for me?" He asked, making me pout and hang my head. "Yes sir..." I said sarcastically, heading outside.
"God he can't fucking fix it himself. But I suppose this is my way of paying rent." I mumbled, eyes looking around for any passers-by. The sign then lifted from the ground, before fixing it itself back over the door.
I noticed the outside looked like crap. Cobwebs were everywhere. I sucked in a breath, before forcing out a huge gust of air and energy, blowing off the dust, cobwebs, and unfortunately the sign. It clattered to the ground again. "No, no! GOD DAMN IT!" I whined.
Undertaker snickered from the doorway. I stuck my tongue out at him. "NYEH! Not funny!"
"You need to learn to control your powers m'dear. You're either too strong or too weak." He said, coming over and grabbing the sign. I pouted and watched him put it back over the doorway. He was tall enough to do so anyways.
"I'm sorry..." I said, my anger fading away. I couldn't stay mad at him...
Undertaker chuckled. "Don't apologize, you're still learning." He said, going inside.
I looked down at the ground. How much longer until I would return back to my world? I honestly didn't want to return. I was content being here...This world suited me wonderfully. Instead of going to hell, I was in heaven. That angel was wrong...So very wrong.
"Auroraaaa? Are you going to come iiiiin? I'm going to make you soup agaaaain!~" Sang Undertaker from inside, noticing I was staring off into space again. I blinked, looking up. "Y-yeah..." That was the first time he said my name I believed.
It felt right to me. Being needed, Being wanted by someone. I would never abuse this chance at a second life ever again. I wondered how deep in the story I was going to get. It didn't matter however. I was content where I was. I had to enjoy it while it lasted...
But the feeling of "what if" crept into my mind. What If I threw everything completely off? I wouldn't be able to change anything if I didn't know what would happen next.
I shook my head, knowing I couldn't dwell on it right now. Right now I was hungry.
I slowly walked inside, eyes glancing outside one last time before shutting the door.
I was happy again.
((AN: Tell me your thoughts on this. Also have a huge question. Should Aurora prevent Madam Red's death from Happening? If so then how? Also did you like Undertaker's little flurting there? It seems Undertaker likes to push Aurora's buttons.))