"GIVE IT BACK!"
"Nope~"
A crash rang through the Undertaker's shop. Undertaker had swiped Aurora's cellphone while she was napping. And found him messing around with it, due to music starting playing on it and waking her.
"GIVE IT BACK! UNDERTAKER!" I shrieked, throwing energy shots at him. That phone meant almost everything to me, how else was I able to talk to my friends online?
"You know the price dear. Give me a laugh. I know you know of some jokes~" He said, holding the phone up. I was getting stir crazy. That phone was my addiction. And My way of remembering what was to come next in this world.
I started shaking, hoping Undertaker wouldn't find the picture files in there. "GIVE IT BACK!" I screamed, the house shaking slightly. Undertaker frowned, blinking under his fringe. This was not what he expected. She was so desperate to get her device back. She looked like she may even cry. She came at him, hoping to tackle him. He pushed her back lightly but firmly with one hand.
"Why do you rely on this strange thing so much~" He asked, curious, moving his fingers across the screen, watching the screen move left to right with his touches.
"J-just give it back. I need it..." I whimpered, sounding almost pleading, reaching for it. No matter how much her powers tugged at the device, Undertaker kept a firm grip on it.
"Don't get upset now~ Just tell me a joke and you can get it back." He promised, holding it above my head. Now he was just screwing with me. If only I was a foot taller...
I shook my head, not wanting to. I didn't like being pressured like that. "Give me back the fucking phone! Please!"
"Auroraaaa~...Calm yourself." He warned, moving the phone up higher.
My mind felt like it was in shambles without my phone. I needed it to survive pratically. Suddenly, Undertaker poked my nose, making me blink and snap from my addiction craving. "Just one joke, is all it takes~ Make me laugh." He said in a gentler tone.
I narrowed my eyes, it was go time.
"A finn, a Swedish and a Russian had a contest about who would have the strongest fart. When the Swedish farted a house collapsed. When the Russian farted ten houses collapsed. When the Finn farted there was no sound but the next day the newspaper said that it was raining shit in china." I crossed my arms, glaring intensely.
Undertaker's jaw was dropping, as if stunned by hearing a vulgar joke such as that. He covered his mouth, trying to keep it together. "N-no...T-try again."
"...Alrrrright. There was once a woman from Qu, who filled her vagina with glue. She said with a grin; If they'll pay to get in..." I grinned. "They'll pay to get out of it too."
Undertaker's jaw dropped. First a wheezing laugh, then a maniacal laugh that shook the building. I squeaked, grabbing onto him to keep myself stable. How did he do that? He really was a strange being. Undertaker suddenly fell over, bringing me with him. I squeaked, before pouting. This was too suggestive of a position. Quickly, Undertaker ceased his laughter, to stare at me.
I rolled my eyes, getting up. I wasn't into that sort of thing. But still, Undertaker continued to stare at me.
I then held my hand out, showing him I got my phone. "I'll cut off your fingers if you do that again. To add more scars to your pinky." I said, going back to the bedroom to relax. Though He knew and I knew I wouldn't hurt him. Ever.
I hopped into bed, getting back to resting. Fiddling with my phone, I made it start playing "May It Be." By Enya since it was most relaxing to me. I couldn't sleep without a constant noise in the background.
I set it on the end table, before curling up in bed. I closed my eyes, thinking about the dead whores that needed a proper burial. And what had happened to Madam Red?
My eyes snapped opened when I felt the bed move. I turned my head, finding Undertaker's grin in my face...
He was in bed with me.
In bed...with ME.
I squeaked and jumped out of bed. "Whooo oh ho ho ho! Hell no. Nope. Nope. GOD! Undertaker what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Undertaker burst into a fit of giggles, covering his mouth. I shook my head and grabbed my phone, exiting the room. I would not let him get to me like that.
And things like that made me very uncomfortable. Which I guessed is why he did it.
I stepped outside, trying to think. I wonder if there was a way to get a newspaper from somewhere.
I put my phone away in my bra, making sure it was on silent. I kept wondering if we would ever hear of Madam Red at all. Perhaps she was in an institution...Or quite possibly in a cell awaiting trials. But I knew she wouldn't die. Else I would have to go and rescue her again.
A meaty smell came to my nose and I blinked, it was coming from inside the shop. My stomach gave a growl. When was the last time I ate? I peaked inside, seeing Undertaker stirring a pot of soup, humming to himself. "Tonoshiii tonosshiiiiii~" He was so quick at making soup. But oddly, I never saw him eat it. He only ate his cookies. I began to wonder, just what was in that soup?
"H-hey...Uni?" I started, earning a glowing eye staring at me.
"Uniiiii? Such a odd choice of nickname~" He snickered.
"Well I was going to call you Undy. But I don't think you'd like that." I replied.
He chuckled, tapping the spoon on the pot, before handing it to me. "Taste this." He said.
I did, licking it. My eyes lit up. "Thats good. What is that?" I asked, curious.
Undertaker slowly smirked, and I knew there was something gross in it. "First, let me explain something. All vampires, originated from one single type of species. What that is, is unknown. But all of them have one thing in common..." He took the spoon from me and continued to stir the pot. I watched, confused. "Whats that?"
He snickered, knowing I wasn't going to like the answer.
"...They all craved meeeeat...A bit of raw meat." He smirked, earning a shocked, wide eyed look from me. "...You...You...Oh my god...Thats disgusting..."
"But yet, it tastes wonderful to you. And this is what you have been eating since you've been here. All vampires crave meat. Mainly on the raw side. But I've cooked it partially because you are only haaaalf." He said, trying to calm me. I wrinkled my nose. "But...Ew..." I shivered in disgust.
"But m'dear. How does it taste to you?" He asked, curious. I blinked, looking at the pot. "...Um...Sweet...thick...Juicy...Like, you put herbs into it..." I trailed off.
"Thats the thing. I didn't really put much into it, only vegetables and meat~" He said, pointing to it. I looked inside. He was right. "So...Why does it taste so damn good?" I asked, curious.
"It's your taste buds. They are heightened to enjoy the taste of meat. And even Blood." He sang, giving me the spoon. "...Thats why you wouldn't eat it." I realised, blinking.
"Yes, I'm quuuuite content with my biscuits." He snickered, pulling one out of his sleeve and munching on it. I rolled my eyes, stirring the pot and sipping it. It wasn't as gross now that he explained it.
My eyes shifted as I heard a jingle. Undertaker was delicately jingling his lockets with his fingers, his face seeming lost in thought.
I was curious, but I wouldn't ask him just yet about the lockets. Since that was delicate personal information.
RIIIING
I blinked and looked up towards the sitting room. Two figures walked in, one much more taller then the other. I put the pot down, cleaning my face. Undertaker snapped out of his trance and scurried to the main room, putting on his creepy persona again. I poked my head in, eyes wide.
It was Ciel and Sebastian. Sebastian glanced to me, eyes glowing fuchsia red. I pulled my head back into the kitchen with a soft squeak.
He knew. And those eyes told so much.
"Undertaker, I require a gravestone for the final victim of Jack The Ripper." Ciel's voice said in the background. I continued to eat my soup, not paying much attention.
"Ooooh~ And what would the tiny Earl want with a dead whooore I wondeeer?" He bellowed out a cackle.
"Thats none of your concern." He snapped.
I continued to eat the soup, not realizing I was stuffing my face and the pot was almost empty...
"V-very well." He snorted, "You shall have her buried soon~" He sang, looking like he was going to double over in laughter.
"See you soon..." Said Ciel as he left, Sebastian following after.
Undertaker soon came back into the kitchen, peeking into the pot. He looked at me, before looking into the pot. And again, looked at me before looking inside the pot.. I became sheepish. "I was hungry..."
"Your eating is sporadic...Thats interesting..." He then brushed past me, disappearing into the bedroom. I wondered what he meant.
A thump on the table made me jump. Undertaker had set a book on the table. "Read this, it might be enlightening." He said, before scurrying off again. I stared at the title. "...Vampires... Of History?..." The book look incredibly old, and heavily detailed with art on the cover. I carefully opened the book, shifting dust. I sneezed softly.
"Oh wow..." I mumbled, my eyes looking over some detailed information. "Pffft...Dracula..." I laughed then, knowing Dracula wasn't real.
"Bloody...Mary..." I mumbled, reading about her. She was real. And she bathed in the blood of young virgins women's blood.
"Disgusting..." It talked about other things, such as using crystals to gather energy. It showed a beautiful woman wearing a crystal pendent. I marveled at it's beauty. Well, that explains why I love crystals so much...That looks like rose quartz...
"...Vampires tend to feed only once a week...And elders...Twice a year? Thats fucked up..."
"Vampires of blood cannot mate...But Energy vampires have been known to reproduce...The gene typically comes from..." My eyes widened. "The father?" I sat back in the chair, blinking and rubbing my chin.
My father was a loner, and he only appeared on my birthdays. Yet I felt like I knew him inside out. But still, I never called him dad. Only by his first name.
Perhaps this would explain why he was never really there, because he knew what he had done. And he never showed up to my mums funeral. Because...That was when I started to develope this powers. I haven't seen him for three years or so. Only a few months before my mum passed. Like he knew...
I suddenly felt a little tired. The food was finally hitting my stomach. I wanted to rest a while longer again. I shut the book carefully. My mind was trying to wrap around the situation.
I then yawned, only to have a cookie shoved in my mouth.
I squeaked, opening my eyes to see Undertaker snickering. I bit into the bone shaped cookie, pouting.
"You're reactions are entertaining." He said, going back into the waiting room. I shook my head, getting up and going into the bedroom.
I hopped into bed with a grunt, landing my head on a pillow. I sighed, breathing in the smell of the pillow. I was tired and full of food. I shut my eyes, thinking.
How many more lives can I save? There are some...Which I don't think can be saved...Such as...the children...The ones that burn in a fire...How...There's no way of saving them...Because I would have to be seen saving them...Wait...being seen shouldn't matter...These are children's lives are on the line...Fuck...I can't figure this out...
I groaned and turned in the bed, sighing. This was troublesome. I pulled out my phone, sighing. I began researching the manga where Ciel burned the children. "….How the fuck….I can't….Shit…." I scratched my head. "Urrrrrrgh….This shit is impossible…" I sighed, putting my phone away.
"I'll think about it in the morning…." I mumbled, shutting my eyes.
.../\/\/\...
"M'dear, you need to hurryyyy. This woman is due tomorrow." Fussed Undertaker, who was fixing up a coffin in the back.
"Alright….Jeez…" I mumbled, staring at the dead woman. In my hands was a book about anatomy. I was becoming slightly curious. If my powers could seal pots or other broken things, why not human skin?
I looked behind me, making sure Undertaker wasn't watching. I focused on her gaping wound, watching the skin stretch. My eyes squinted as I focused on the fibers of the human skin re-attaching.
Soon, her skin was re-sealing and the hole disappeared before my eyes.
"Well I'll beeeee~." Cooed Undertaker from behind me. I jumped and squeaked. "Uh….Ehehe?" I laughed nervously.
"Why didn't you tell me you could seal up wounds?" He asked, his head tilting.
"I just found out now!" I exclaimed, blinking.
"Well now, you find something new everyday. Do the same to her throat now." He suggested, watching.
I nodded, staring at her throat for the longest time. I began putting her skin back together.
Slowly, Undertaker smirked. Something was stirring in the back of his mind. But it soon disappeared. "You could be a doctor..."He suggested. I shook my head. "I can't handle seeing people hurt. And it would also make people think I could cure diseases. Some things cannot be cured by one person..." I explained, looking honestly saddened by it.
"Some things are not meant to be fixed~" He sang, shooing me away from the body to apply make up to her face.
"Not always. I was fixed...Somewhat." I snickered, earning a look from Undertaker, Which only made me laugh harder. I rarely laughed. Mainly because my laugh was awkward for a woman. Also my sense of humor was different.
Undertaker shook his head, shooing me away again. "Go play." He said.
"What am I? A child?" I pouted, crossing my arms, staying put.
"Compared to someone as old as me you are nothing but a child~" He said, patting white make up on the dead womans face.
I stared, that statement hurt a bit. But I knew he didn't mean it like that. "You're not old. You look thirtyish."
"We age differently~" He replied, his back was now to me.
"Does it really matter? You're not old, Undertaker." I said gently.
Undertaker did not answer, which surprised me. That wasn't like him. His aura had changed slightly. Dark Red pulsating lights was coming from his chest area. Was he in pain?
I felt I needed to stay away from him for a while. I left without a word.
.../\/\/\...
"Keep up darling." Cooed Undertaker, shovel in hand.
"Thats nice, considering I'm the one dragging the fucking Casket when YOU should be. And I, holding the bloody shovel." I grunted, the casket over my shoulder. We were making our way onto the graveyard.
"Enough fussing, this is part of your training afteraaaall~" He said, waving his arms around enthusiastically.
"Alright alright..." I said, not wanting to pick a fight with him.
My wound had finally healed up, only a tiny bit of broken skin remained. After discovering I could heal wounds, I found out, that I could not heal myself. I had tried several times. And even Undertaker was dumbfounded by it. It was just another mystery about me...
Soon, she was 6 feet under. And we were shoveling dirt into her grave. "You know, it's really pretty out here. The sun is hitting the tombstones just about right. It's a nice breeze..." I trailed off, seeing Undertaker was staring.
"I have to agree there, nicer place to be when one wants to think or relax~" He said, before shoveling in more dirt. "I thought I was the only one. But I suppoooose great minds think alike~" He sang, kicking in dirt with his boots.
I chuckled softly. "Thats a nice thing to say." I said, helping by using my powers to dump the dirt in.
Once finished, Undertaker sat his rump on the tombstone he made.
I laughed softly, smiling wide. "The little things you do makes me laugh." I said, pulling out my phone from my blouse. I quickly snapped a picture of him. The shutter sound audible.
Undertaker perked, his eyes glowing at me. "What was that soooound?~" He asked curiously.
"A camera sound. I just took a picture of you with this device." I replied, putting the phone away quickly.
He frowned. "I'm not photogenic m'dear." He said, seeming a bit nervous about it.
"Yes you are, and I want something to remember you by and giggle about."
Suddenly we heard a familiar voice. "Undertaker, is it done?"
We both perked and looked over, seeing Ciel and Sebastian heading over.
Undertaker slid off the tombstone, adjusting his top hat. "Of course. I cleaned her up and buried her." He motioned to the tombstone. "See? All nice and prettyyy~ My last client from the Jack The Ripper incident." Sebastian looked surprised. I pouted. "I helped too..." I said softly, though it went unheard by Ciel.
"It seems she was an immigrant from overseas. We could not find a soul to claim her body." Ciel explained.
Undertaker leaned against his back, running his bony hands over his shoulders. "And so the kind earl built a gravestone for the nameless whooore!" He poked his cheek with a long nailed finger. Ciel pouted. "I am not kind."
Ciel grit his teeth and clenched his hands into fists. "I...knew..."
There was an unsettling silence between all of us. Only the wind was heard, threatening to blow off Undertaker's hat.
"I knew that I would not...Be able to save this woman...If I had only...Thought of her life first...There were any number of ways to rescue her that night." He adjusted his hair as the wind was blowing it into his face.
"But I did not attempt any of them. I knew she could have been rescued...But my first priority was to capture Jack The Ripper..."
My eyes shifted slowly over to Sebastian, who looked less then amused. His aura had changed slightly, though, it still felt like the aura did not belong to him...Yet it was. It was confusing me. I wanted to asked him so much what it was, but knew it would blow my cover. Even though he knew it was me that saved Madam Red that night.
"I knew... That I would not...save her life...I knew...and I let her die..." He said with actual sorrow deep inside his eyes.
"Do you regret it?" Asked Undertaker, who cocked his head to the side and bit on his finger nail.
"No...Jack The Ripper is no more. No more the a memory...The pall cast on Queen victoria has been lifted." Sebastian gave him a look.
"Queen Victoria hmmmm? Can't say I like her onnnnnne bit!~ She only looks on from afar...And makes the earl handle all the dirty work. Doesn't seem fair to me." He said, tapping his chin. I eyed him, wondering myself about the queen.
"That is the fate of our family. It has been handed down for generations together with this ring." He said, lightly kissing the blue ring on his finger.
Undertaker was once again invading his space, putting his elongated fingers around his shoulders. "That ring is practically a collar, Hmm? It binds you to the queen through the chains of fate."
Ciel turned around quickly, giving Undertaker a deadly look. "The one who decided to put that collar around my neck...Was I."
To my surprise, Undertaker had grabbed the earls tie and yanked him closer to him, putting his finger under his chin. It had happened so fast I couldn't catch it. "I pray you do not hang yourself with it someday." His face leered into his, a huge grin on his face. "Because that's boring, and I would find that gravely disappointing."
I stared in disbelief as Undertaker's aura gave a large burst of dark grey energy from his back. It sent chills down my back. This was a dark energy. And it made me a bit uncomfortable.
He let go of his tie. "Feel free to visit me..." Then, his aura changed back to a Light yellow color. I kept staring at him, wanting to say; What the fuck?
Ciel adjusted his tie and coughed, looking surprised. I was just as surprised.
"Milord and master butler are welcome anytime." He waved and "heehee'd", patting my shoulder with a sleeved hand and skipping away.
I followed after him, curious, not looking back at the two. I felt done here.
"So...You don't like the queen either?" I asked, trying to think of a topic.
"She repels me." He replied, going down a trail, where older tombstones lay. I glanced around, marveling at a statue of an angel, carved so delicately over a grave.
"You're right about her, you know." I said, wanting to be honest with him.
Undertaker sat on a stone chair, pulling out a biscuit from his sleeve. "Am I now?" He questioned, curious. I nodded, looking down and thinking.
Should I tell him now?...No...Keep your mouth shut Aurora...Just shut up...You will fuck everything up...I know you're eager...But stay quiet.
"Dear?~" Undertaker said, a bit loud. I blinked and looked up, startled, I hadn't heard him the first time. "I'm s-sorry...I spaced out..."
"Come sit down with me, relax for a biiiit~ You did well today." He said, patting the stone cold seat. I obeyed, plopping my rear on it. I kicked my legs back and forth.
"It's pretty out here..." I mumbled, watching the sun go down. The trees were swaying beautifully. Reality was creeping back into my bones. I felt like I was back in my old world. I could almost forget...
"Thats why I brought you here, to enjoy the show after helping me out~" He snickered, seeming to state the obvious.
I was surprised. "...Thats sweet of you...You didn't have to...I'm just the extra person..." I shrugged, my eyes shifting downwards.
Undertaker frowned, not expecting that. "I wouldn't say that, my dear. You've been most helpful. Don't trouble yourself as a burden." He said, patting my shoulder.
I wasn't sure what to say. I wasn't used to such high praise from someone of importance. I always felt like I didn't deserve it. That I don't have any rights to have it...
"Thank you..." I said softly, eyes going back to watching the sunset. And soon the moon was visible. It was a beautiful scene. The moon was casting a glow of it's own, eliminating the tombstones and casting a shadow of them. It took my breath away.
"Most people wouldn't think a graveyard is beautiful...I do...It's a quiet place to think...And a graveyard never gives me a feeling of sadness. But a feeling of letting go." I said, moving my legs back and forth.
"Beautifully said..." Praised Undertaker. I got a good look at him, the moon was making his hair stand out, giving off an almost inhuman glow. As if he was reacting to the moonlight. I smiled softly, thinking of how handsome he looked. His pale skin seemed to stick out as well, making it look porcelain.
"...I have a question I've been dying to ask..." I said, no pun intended, making Undertaker snicker. "And what that might beee?~"
"...Why do you hide your eyes?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. What I really wanted to ask, was "Could I see your eyes?"
"Keeping a reapers identity hidden is crucial." He munched on more biscuits.
"...But yet, you keep them hidden from me and I know what you are." I said, my eyes staring intently at him now.
"Force of habit." He grinned from ear to ear.
I pouted but soon smiled, my eyes traveling up to stare at the moon. It was closer than what I saw back in my world. It was beautiful.
"You want to see them? My eyes?" He asked, though it sounded like more of a statement.
I paused, having to think about it. "As much as I want to. It's your choice alone. You show them when you want to show them." I said, digging my toes into the ground. I didn't see much of a point in seeing them. I already saw them in the mangas...though...it would be nice to see them for real.
Undertaker smirked and bit down on a cookie, an audible crunch heard. "Well, we best be off~ I'm sure you're tired." He said, getting out of the chair and stretched, before walking towards a headstone that had a grim reaper carved into it. It was eerily ironic. I was about to get up but he spoke.
"But before we doooo~..." His voice trailed off. He lifted his hand, taking off his hat and tossing it to me. I caught it, blinking. I slowly looked up, only to have my eyes widen.
He had pulled part of his fringe aside, revealing one of his eyes, which was looking right at me. I found myself frozen in my seat. I'd never seen eyes like those. He had a second iris. A Chartreuse Phosphorescence. As Grell stated in the manga. It was like he was wearing high quality contacts. But no, they were real. And it was glowing.
Thing was, these eyes were completely different from Grelle Sutcliffs, William's and Ronolds. These eyes were more brighter, and more...advanced. Those eyes were looking into my very soul...
He was no ordinary reaper. He was something more. He could see me... It sent chills down my spine.
What makes you different from the others, Undertaker?
Grinning, his cocked his head, letting his bangs slide back over his eye. He then turned around, skipping away. "Come along, m'dear."
But I couldn't move. Those eyes told so much. I saw more then just those eyes. His aura of light had changed completely, so much so, that I did not know it anymore. Who was this being now? Who are you, Undertaker?
Those eyes, show they have seen things for a very long time. Those eyes, show they have seen horrible tragedies. Those eyes, show the true emotion of the soul.
Those eyes, show the true madness within.
((AN: Credit to Jesse, OverTheLoveOfYou.))