So tomorrow is the final chapter. But, when do I start writing the next book?

Who knows!


Undertaker's POV, 1866

Waking up from where I was laying, I run my fingers through my long, messy silver hair. Where am I? It seems to be on the tip of my tongue...

Ah, a cemetery in Germany. I was actively seeking a joy for my immortal life, something to leave it worth...

Standing up, I was thinking about returning to Reaper HQ-but remember I deserted. Oops! It's not my fault that we didn't have the same...ideals.

Suddenly, a wave of tingles strips over my head, and I place a hand to my head. I feel like I should be remembering something...

Putting my other hand to my face, I feel as if something is on it...a scar, possibly? Tracing upwards, I feel it crossing over my left eye, and downwards it goes around my throat...

How peculiar.

A wave of memories suddenly flashes over me.

"You're lucky I won't push you out again..." A woman who's face is blurred says, causing him to chuckle. "What is your name, reaper?"

"That's a secret," I reply, "You that body awfully pretty lookin' while you're doing your work, don't you?" looking away from the blurred-face woman to a beautiful woman lying on the bed, with blue hair in ringlets, face tinged pink as she breathes heavily.

"You sound like some undertaker, why does that interest you?" The faceless woman asks, and I look up at her, a smirk on face.

"Hello, Countess..." I say to the faceless woman, who's now donned in fancy, party-like clothes. "I can't believe I get to be hanging out with a REAL~~ Countess! Until you die!"

The blue-haired woman must be the faceless woman in my visions...

"I heard you're...the Watchdog...Isn't that simply exciting?" I ask the faceless woman, and she scoffs.

"Murderer was already caught, of course, but I may have accidentally killed him, so now I'm shifting the blame." The faceless woman says, and I turn to face her, yet she's still blurry...

"To who?" I ask, intrigued. "I thought you folks who served the Queen are loyal dogs~"

"Oh screw off, will ya," she says, and I chuckle. "Woof woof."

"Oh shut it will you," she grumble, putting the cloth back over the victim.

"Back to the question, how will you chose a murderer?" I ask, and I can practically see the smirk form. "Watchdog Connections... This could be a good chance to take out a Supernatural being, but it would be too messy for a case such as this...too impossible to weave a lie."

"It would be useful if I could help," I reply, causing the woman to chuckle. "Alright weirdo, I bet you're going to make a funeral parlor and probe the dead bodies there. See who brings 'em in and trade this information for baking skills. And while you're at this, you're gonna raise the dead." I finish with a laugh, as the Undertaker chuckles.

The feeling of something pressed against his lips causes me to bump back into reality, and I open my eyes...

"London? How'd I end up here?" I wonder aloud, as I look around the empty street, eyes falling upon a store.

Undertaker... I bet you're going to make a funeral parlor and probe the dead bodies there. See who brings 'em in and trade this information

The painted sign read 'Undertaker,' how interesting...

Walking into the shop, a neat, little old lady sat there. "How may I-"

"Is this your shop?" I ask, looking around at the beautiful coffins displayed proudly around me.

"Why, I was planning on selling it as I can no longer run it," she says, "I'm going to Florida like the geese, but permanently."

"I'll take it," I exclaim, picking the old lady up and tossing her out of the shop, locking it from the inside.

Who knows what happened to her?

Looking around the shop, I decided I'll work here.


"Hello, Undertaker," a male voice says April 6th, and I look up to see a young adult with black hair, a small black mole placed on his face.

"Hello, how can I help you?" I ask, "I am ready to fit a person for any kind of coffin, one to make them look best on their most important event of their life."

"My mother has recently passed, and I was wondering if you can make a coffin for her." He says, and I nod, standing up, a wild smile placing upon my face. Ah, this business gave me such a thrill!

The man led me to the carriage, and he opened it up. Looking inside, I look at a make-shift bed in there with a delicate, upper-thirties looking woman in there with long, blue hair and pale skin. Eyes widening, I recognize her from somewhere...

The Marriage of Cloudia Phantomhive...the Watchdog of the Queen.

The pale blue hair of this woman on a bed, as a faceless, blurred woman seemed to doctor the woman.

"She's...dead?" I ask, looking at her body. This woman, Cloudia Phantomhive, seems to be my only way to figure out who this faceless woman is, but now she's gone.

"Yes, she was only 36. Curse of the Phantomhives, I tell you," the man-with-mole says, and I look at him, a smile growing on my face.

"Ah, the Watchdog curse?" I ask, and he looks at me. "How did you-?"

"Know? I used to work with your mother," I say, lies spewing from my teeth. I remember I was involved with the faceless woman somehow...but I cannot seem to place my finger on it...

"So, you are going to remain an alley of the Evil Noblemen than?" The man asks, and I nod, smile widening.

Every little thing is a step closer to remembering that woman.

"Of course, call me Undertaker." I say, and he smirks. "Call me Vincent."


April 2nd, 1888

"Sebastian, where is Ivy? Knowing her, she'd probably have already barged into here, singing some odd American song." Ciel asks, as he looks outside the window at the ocean lazily rolling upon the shore. Sebastian begins to button up his white silk shirt, long and slim fingers agily moving upwards.

"I do not know, young master. Perhaps she is still sleeping?" Sebastian replies smoothly, as he finishes buttoning the shirt, moving from Ciel to get his navy blue coat for the day. Ciel stands up.

"She wakes up too early for that," Ciel mutters in thought, and Sebastian smirks, as he places the coat on Ciel. "Yes, she's quite the odd bird."

Grabbing his tie for the day, Sebastian begins lacing it around Ciel's neck. "But...something feels off." Ciel remarks, and Sebastian raises a brow. "How so?"

"Well, since it's 7 am, the tides should be higher, but they seem to be quite low, which is highly unusual," Ciel utters, as Sebastian turns to the window, a crease forming between his brows.

"It is quite odd..." Sebastian says, as he picks up Ciel's eyepatch. "I guess you should be glad we didn't skip those marine lessons now, young master." Sebastian loops the eyepatch around Ciel's eye, tying it with a bow. Ciel scoffs, as he looks at the grandfather clock in their room that read 7:06.

"I don't have a good feeling about this...let us go." Ciel says, as he stands up, shoeless if I may add. Ciel runs to the door, and quickly turns the knob, slamming the door open. A loud POP! echoed through the room, sounding as if a bubble has broken. The grandfather clock's pendulum starts swinging back and forth quickly, as the small hands move around to face 1:24 in the afternoon. Sebastian was the only one to have noticed this, as Ciel was already running down the hallway to Ivy's room.

Bursting into Ivy's room, he sees her body lying in the bed, and Sebastian walks into the room. "There...there she is..." Ciel says, breathing heavily.

"Something is off..." Sebastian says, as he walks over to the large lump in the bed, covered by blankets so only hair pops out. Taking off the blanket in a flourish, he sees a large bundle of pillows, some of Ivy's hair cut off in place. Sebastian smirked, she certainly was clever.

Turning to Ciel, he holds up Ivy's chunk of hair. "I am afraid she is not here, young master."

Ciel's brows crease, as he makes his way over to where Sebastian was standing, looking at the note scribbled on the pillow.

"'Go about as you usually do, I have important things to do. I'll pop up, eventually.'" Ciel reads aloud, face palming. His cousin had invited him, Ivy and all their servants to go on a ship called 'The Campania' soon, Ivy might pop up there if that's what the note implies...

"Sebastian, find her," Ciel orders, and Sebastian's eyes flash. "It may take a while, knowing Ivy."