Next chapter ^^ Maybe time to make it a little bit interesting :p
Introducing a new character, my own version of the Undertaker. I hope you like him :)

I also want to note that next chapter is probably not gonna be posted next Sunday. I have surgery on Tuesday and are therefor gonna take my rest (so not much writing time) to hopefully be somewhat active to go to a convention on Sunday (yeah for cosplay :p) So next chapter is gonna take a little bit longer ^^; I am sorry for the wait.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Kuroshitsuji. Those belong to Yana Toboso. Only my own characters are mine.

Have fun :D

Two months had passed and the summer was slowly fading away and nature was preparing itself for the autumn. Leaves were starting to fall and the wind got colder. Jayla was sitting as relaxed as possible in her chair, behind her the fire was softly burning, expelling the cold from the room. She could finally relaxed, do her research away from the closed door, as she had to do in her elder's house. It had bugged her, that her father never looked further for those that were responsible for her and her sister kidnapping … and her death. Jayla's heart skipped a beat when she saw the face of her sister before her. Jayli had always been more brighter, sweeter, … a perfect girl. Jayla on the other hand was more rough. Her interest for horseracing was the result of it. Her sister had loved horses, but she never wanted to come too close to those racehorses. Jayla had always mocked her for it … And Jayli had always laughed with her sweet smile about it.

Jayla was looking at a newspaper article when she suddenly heard a rustling sound beside her. She saw the black clothing of her butler and looked up sideways.
"You are frowning too much when you read." he said with a smile while placing down a cup of tea. When she turned her head a bit, she could smell his scent. Soft, sweet, attractive. Again her heart made a jump, but it was not of sadness this time.
"Your opinion was not asked." She said on a somewhat harsh tone before she took the cup and took a sip. She could feel how the hot liquid went down her throat.
Sebastian chuckled and straightened his back.
"You don't want to get rimples, do you, My Lady?"
The girl looked sideways, only to see that smile of him and huffed.
For a few seconds, she looked back at the newspaper.
"Again a disappearing?" He asked when looking slightly over her shoulder, even when he didn't had to. He had already read it in the second before he placed the tea on the table.
"Yes, twin boys of barely nine years old … Again they come from the Royal ranks."
She couldn't hold a shiver. In the last two years, she had often read about twins disappearing. The public hadn't really made a 'big' problem out of it. It was strange of course and many were certainly it was the same person behind their disappearances, but for Jayla it was different. As she knew perfectly why those twins were kidnapped. And the sad part, they only became younger …
"I thought you had killed them all…" The girl dropped the newspaper on her desk before leaning back in her chair, looking from under her eyelashes to Sebastian.
"Only those in the room, My Lady, as asked."
Jayla grunted shortly before standing up and walking to the window. She saw how the wind was playing with the just fallen leaves, dancing with them like two lovers would.
"They must be hiding somewhere?" She whispered, rethinking about everything she had learned in the past months. The fact that the twins were always coming from the higher ranks was a sign. Yet … there had been twins disappearing from lower ranks, but when you looked further, you always saw that one connection coming back. Either they were far family or servants from higher families. She couldn't believe that the inspecteurs didn't saw this red line between the missings. Or they didn't wanted to see.

"I want to meet him." She suddenly said.
Her reflection in the window suddenly became darker when a person stood behind her. She hadn't heard him move, yet he was there. She could feel his light touch on her back, his breath in her neck. She knew he was just trying to drive her crazy. Cheater …
"Are you certain?" Sebastian asked, with his silky voice, soft and sweet like silk, but if it would have a color, it would be bloody red.
"Yes, I am certain. I want to check something."
She could see him grin in the window's reflection. He lifted up his hand, she could see his white glove in the corner of her eye. He picked up a strand of hair, before he carefully placed it behind her ear.
"Don't you dare!" Jayla suddenly yelped, knocking his hand away with hers. For only one second that had been a blink of surprise on his face, but it was fastly replaced by that sweet smile.
"Now, prepare to visit him."
The man in black bowed, his hand placed where his heart should be.
"Yes, Milady."

Caleb Blackmore. At least, that was the name he gave to other when they asked about it. Yet Jayla knew him under the name 'Mortician'. You could say what you want, his 'shop' was certainly clean. Fine white walls and some decoration, but nothing to festive. He was an undertaker after all.
When they had entered the shop, jayla had looked around a few times. She still hated this place. It brought back to many bad memories. The last time and only time she had been here was to arrange the funeral of her sister. She had insisted she she had been allowed to pick the coffin. her father hadn't dared to say anything else. It was then that she had meet The Mortician. On the outside a fine looking man, but behind that mask … When she had left, he had given her his card and told her that whenever she needed, she could come back. The hint in his eyes back then he said enough. or it could have been that thin smile.
"My, my …" A voice suddenly said when a young looking man came from behind a black curtain.
"If that isn't the young lady seymour. Such a pleasure to see you again."
And the man took a deep bow.
Jayla looked at him. He hadn't changed … His hair was still as white as snow, pale skin like it would break on the moment you would touch it. And his eyes were … pink.
The albino rose again to show a soft smile when his eyes flicked from the girl to the butler behind her, to then rest on the girl again.
"You are not here to pick the coffin for your father, I assume?"
Jayla huffed.
"No, indeed I am not. You said I could always come by when I needed information, well, I do now."
The grin on his face gave her goosebumps, yet he didn't dropped the face he was showing.
"Please …" he said, showing the way to the black curtain he had just came from.
"For this business, we better go to the … backroom."
Without hesitation, Jayla walked up, Sebastian holding away the curtain so that she could pass.

The backroom was totally different then his shop. While that had been light, this was dark, sinister. A few light were giving some light in the room, but when jayla looked around, she thought it was more than enough as she didn't wanted to see the rest of it. She could swear she had just seen the man putting away a hand?
The white haired male took a seat and dropped his shoes on the dissecting table that was in the middle of the room. He crossed his fingers and that smile was still on his face. It was a soft expression yet it gave the shivers to Jayla.
So she quickly took her seat as well. Sebastian decided to stand.
"Your business?" The Mortician asked.
"The recent abductions of twins." Jayla simply said without showing any emotion.
"Aahhh …" The man said and the girl could swear that his face suddenly turned 10 shades darker.
"Did you had some of them under your … customers."
Caleb grinned. "Ahh, yes, yes, I had a few. Poor souls. Cut open like they were pigs. You would say that …" He stopped.
"You would say that …?" Jayla raised an eyebrow.
"... that they were used as sacrifice, a slaughter …"
Jayla took a deep breath when she saw his grin. She hated undertakers and now she perfectly knew why. God damn creeps.
"Nothing new …" She whispered.
"Ow? Is that so?"
How could he have heard that?
"Nevermind." Jayla said before she stood up. She knew that sebastian followed her movements with his eyes.
"I just wanted to know, if those bodies had the same mark on at this."
Jayla quickly opened her coat and grabbed the collar of her blouse.
She suddenly fell a hand on her shoulder and she looked aside, to see a somewhat worried face of her butler.
"Milady …" he softly said.
"What? I am no longer a child." She said, quickly shaking of his hand. She dragged her blouse down on the left side. Just above her breast, there was a burn mark, a symbol showing two batlike wings, separated from each other. between them, a set of horns.
The albino stood up, suddenly leaning over the table so that he was barely a few centimeters away from her body. Jayla took a short step back, to only hear a soft laughter.
"I see, I see …" the man said before he took his seat again.
"Yes, they all had that burn mark on their body. And so was ... your sister.
"What?" Jayla suddenly said. She could hear sebastian hum.
Caleb only chuckled.
"On the hunt I see, are we?" The manes stood up, held his arm behind his back and walked away from the table.
"Sacrificed like lambs for their god … demon, call it what you like." he said, turning his head to quickly look over to sebastian. He only got a stern face back.
"Ripped away from the streets, and cut open to have their hearts ripped out. Those poor children …"
"Where were they found?" Jayla asked. As that was one part that was never mentioned in the papers. Always that they were found … but never where.
"A forest …" He replied. "Not so far from here. I am not gonna bother you with a name … yet …" He turned around and looked right at her. His pink eyes burning into hers.
"They way that in the medieval ages, that forest as associated with demons, devils, … These poor souls were placed their, hand in hand … like they wanted to show somebody that they were dead. You can not say they were hidden very well."
Jayla nodded. Placed on display … Marked like a salve, property. Killed in a sacrifice, displayed as proof.
The young girl let the information swirl around in her head before she stood up.
"I must thank you for your information." She quickly closed her coat again.
"What do you require as payment?"
"Payment?" The manes said. "Did I said anything of payment, my dear." he grinned again. Jayla looked at him with a curious face. She didn't understand.
"I had invited you, remember?"
He smiled before he passed them, dragging away the black curtain so that they could pass.
Jayla couldn't be out soon enough.
"Thank you for your cooperation." Sebastian said with a deep bow before they left.
"My pleasure." The Mortician said before the door was opened.
"And Miss Seymour…"
Jayla turned her head. he looked so different when he was standing in bright light.
"Be careful to whom you sell your soul to."
The girl frowned her eyebrows yet quickly turned around and left.
"Does he know?" She quickly asked when they were walking to the car.
"I have no idea, Milady."
She huffed. he couldn't lie … so it must been true.