Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: We're finally reaching the end of an arc! Don't hate me for what I wrote down! I swear the story is continuing and won't be ending here. Sadly I don't know when I'll have the next chapter out. I actually have to work on a presentation right now that's due tomorrow, so I won't be writing the next chapter till… perhaps next week? Hopefully I'll have more time tomorrow, but I'm still unsure of what will happen. Warning: foul language and violence. I'm not happy to write it as gruesome as I did, but that's how I saw it in my mind. ENJOY!
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Sophie stared at the ground, trying hard to concentrate on her hands. It was late at night, she could tell by a small crack in the wall. She had about fifteen minutes to escape before Dorren would find out. Her, so called, relatives would be asleep or out by now, and this was her last chance to get away. For the next day she will be handed off to Dorren as a bride and never see anyone she cares about again. She bit down on her bottom lip, twisting the wire in her hand till she heard a quiet click. Sophie looked up the stairs, hoping no one heard, but nothing stirred so she let out a relieved sigh. Taking the handcuffs off her hands, she was able to easily take them off of her legs. Then, quickly, she took the one off of her neck, red bands of raw flesh where the cuffs had been because they were tighter then they should be.
Rubbing the sore parts on her hands, she rushed to the door, slowing opening it and hoping it wouldn't squeak. Looking out, she saw that she was in the kitchen of her uncle's house. Sophie smirked, for she knew her way around and all the creeks the wood floor would make. So she rushed, leaving the kitchen and hastily walking out the back door. Once she was outside she didn't have to walk and ran as fast as she could. She knew that it would be 5-6 hour walk to London and she didn't have time to waste! Knowing her captor was a demon, he'll be able to catch up with her in no time. Sophie did know of a town close to the house, so she ran in the direction of the town.
After having to walk over hills and through marshes, she finally made it to the town. It was a quaint little town; with the only people awake those at the local bars. Sneaking through town, she wandered towards a corral and found horses in the stables. She smiled happily, jumping the fence and walking into the stables. She grabbed one by the mane, "Please come…" she grunted, trying to get one of the horses to move, but they refused and watched as she struggled. "Just my luck, stubborn horses," she frowned.
Just then she heard a neigh coming from the outside of the stable and she decided to investigate. Sophie saw a horse, a magnificent black horse, eyes a bright blue that shone in the moonlight, and it spotted her, casually walking over to her. She paused, slowly holding up her hand towards the horse. She was nervous, for she didn't want to have gone this far to be killed by a powerful kick from a horse. Gently rubbing its nose the horse smiled, neighing with content. She heard rustling behind her, cutting off her breathing. She stared up at the horse, hoping it was having the same idea she did. "C-can I ride you?" she asked quietly, enough for the horse to hear. It neighed happily, standing still so Sophie could get on its back. She smiled, noticing that the horse had a rope so she could control which way it was going. "Okay let's go," she whispered, letting the horse lead the way till they quietly left town. "I'm trying to get to London and I can't do so by foot. Can you help me?" The horse neighed happily, soon taking off in the direction of the city of London.
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Sophie gasped, seeing the smog of the city beginning to consume them. She had never been so happy to see black smog in her life. She was amazed that the horse got there in less than an hour. She remembered that it'd take a carriage three hours, but perhaps it was because they were running, but it was still a long route. Letting the horse lead them in, she gripped hold of its mane, trying to stay hidden from anyone who may be about tonight.
Finally coming to her destination, she pulled on the reins and jumped off of the horse. She smiled, rubbing its nose, "T-thank you… I don't know what I could do without your help." The black horse neighed, accepting her thanks. "I don't know why you'd suddenly help a poor soul like myself, but I hope to see you again," she smiled. Though in her head the presence of the horse felt familiar, but she couldn't quite figure it out. Watching the horse run off into the smog, Sophie quickly ran up the steps, knocking violently on the orphanage door for someone to answer the door.
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Robin looks on hesitation as she entered a room, finding Sophie contently sitting on the bed waiting for her. She took the bucket of water and set it on the floor and took the rag from the bucket and began wiping the blood from her face. Frowning, she moved down to her chest and her arms, "W-who did this to you?"
Sophie watched Robin, letting her do as she wished with her body. Right now she didn't care, her rebellious spirit practically broken. "W-well…" she coughed, a small hint of blood coming from her mouth.
Robin frowned, grabbing a fresh glass of water from a table next to her and handing it to her. "Don't speak. If you strain your vocal cords then you won't be able to talk normally again. Just rest and I'll take care of the rest." Sophie nodded her eyes still on Robin as she continued cleaning her. She knew she could count on Miss Robin if she was in trouble, but this trouble was bigger than her. Knowing that the sun will be up soon, the demon wouldn't try taking her during the day. So she could only sit and wait, hopefully being able to return to the safety of the morgue and the Undertaker. Though the more she thought, the more she couldn't figure it her questions. Sophie didn't think of what she was going to do once she escaped, but only stay away from Dorren and get him off of her trail. He threatened the Undertaker and everyone she cared about, but she would only stay at the orphanage for a few hours, after that leaving London and perhaps the island of Britain all together. Maybe smuggle aboard a ship and sail south to Spain or west to the Americas. Either way she had to leave. She couldn't stay around and let the demon hurt her friends; it was too much of risk to stay in town. "Please turn around Sophia dear," Robin smiled, dipping her rag in the water.
"R-robin?" she coughed, gulping down some water and tasting her blood washes down her throat.
"Yes Sophia dear?" she said, softly rubbing her back. She noticed the fresh cuts on Sophie's back, causing Sophie to cringe when she touched her. How someone could do that to a good kid broke her heart.
"W-where's the Undertaker?" Sophie asked, gripping the bed sheets in pain.
"I…" she paused, collecting herself as the scent of blood went up her nose. "We don't know. He disappeared around the time you did. We thought the two of you went off somewhere together and would be back soon, but that was almost a month ago."
Sophie frowned, "A month… T-thank you Robin."
She nodded, putting the rag away in the red/brown colored bucket and rubbed her back. "It's okay Sophia. I told you I would be there for you and I plan on staying." She stood up and grabbed a nightgown, throwing it over to her. "Put that on. I want you to sleep today okay?" Sophie nodded, putting the gown over her tired body. "Now get some rest," she said, helping Sophie tuck herself in, "and when you wake up you can tell me what happened, okay?"
Sophie nodded, rolling over and closing her eyes, "Okay Miss Robin… but Miss Robin."
She turned around, about the walk out the door. "Yes?"
"C-can you close the blinds?"
Robin smiled, walking over to the window and shut the window, closing the blinds in the process. "Better?"
Sophie nodded with a meek smile on her face. "Yes thank you."
"No problem," she smiled back, feeling Sophie's cold face before walking out the door and shutting it behind her.
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Quickly stuffing a slice of bread in her mouth, she gave Robin a hug. Sophie smiled her body still sore from the other night. "It's about time I get going."
"D-do you have to?" Robin asked, letting go of Sophie.
She nodded, letting out a sigh, "If this guy finds me again, he'll surely come after you. I… I can't live with myself if I see you guys die." Sophie cracked a smile, "Just stay safe, okay? And if you find the Undertaker tell him what I told you. Please… stay safe."
She nodded, giving Sophie a peck on the cheek, "I will, now go. The ship will be leaving in a few more minutes."
Sophie smiled, waving to Robin before disappearing into the smog. Robin let out a sigh, walking back into the orphanage, but she hadn't noticed the pair of eyes staring at her from afar, a yellow haze disappearing into the smog.
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Sophie stood in line, waiting to get aboard the ship. Thanks to the money Robin gave her, she was able to buy a ticket instead of smuggling aboard. As she stood in line, she saw a familiar figure coming in closer to her. Sophie glared, standing her ground and waiting for the figure to stop next to her. The figure was snarling at her, and she smirked back. "You little whore," Dorren hissed under his breath so only Sophie could hear him, "What do you think you're doing, leaving me at the altar?"
He grabbed for her arm and she swiped him away, anger in her eyes. "You actually thought I would allow you to marry me like that? I'm not sleazy enough to go through with it without a fight. There's no reason for you to marry me, and I plainly hate you. So leave me alone," she glared, stepping slightly away from him. Dorren grabbed for Sophie, and this time she slapped him across the face, causing a bright red bruise on his face. "We are in a crowded area. If you try to grab me again I'll scream, and I don't think you want the police on your case, now do you?" She smirked, advancing in the line and getting close to finally leaving Dorren for good.
He chuckled, and then laughed hysterically, surprising Sophie. "You have a great little plan, if I was a brainless human like yourself, but I'm not going to let you leave me that easily. Besides," he said, leaning into her ear, "I know where you found refuge." He smirked as she gasped for air. "If you trust that those little children will be okay then leave, see if I care, but if you don't want the building to be burnt to the ground and a few measly children die, then you'll better hurry." He chuckled, leaving Sophie where she stood.
Sophie glared at him as he disappeared from sight, leaving her where she stood. "Oh god…" she whispered quietly to herself, noticing the smoke rising high above the city from the other side of town.
"Ma'am," she heard someone say, causing her attention to be drawn towards the ticket holder, "your ticket please."
She looked up, still in thought, then walked over to him and gave him your ticket. "Sorry, but I have a previous engagement to attend," she winked at him, taking off towards the city in a brutal race against time.
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Sophie ran as fast as she could, pushing past the early walkers beginning to emerge on the streets. Having to run across the city to get back to the orphanage, she coughed as the smoke beginning to go up her nose. She stopped at the door, pounding harshly at the burning door. "Is someone in there?"
She heard coughing coming from the other side of the door, "Help!" Her face went flushed. She could hear children screaming for help. "Sophie is that you?" she heard someone say from inside.
"Y-yes! How can I get you out?" she pounded on the door, not wanting to put her hand on the melting handle.
"We're trapped inside! All the doors are locked from the outside!" Robin coughed. "Ricardo and Maria are looking for a way out!"
Sophie paused, 'Even Ricardo and Maria…' She closed her eyes and clutched her hands into a fist, frustrated that she couldn't help them.
"Help us!" the children cried out, causing Sophie to open her eyes in panic.
Her eyes were glowing yellow, the green in her eyes taking over her eyes and turning them a sapphire/emerald color. Out of nowhere a long scythe appeared in her hand, the silver blade glistening in the fire's glow. Gripping the wooden handle tightly she cried out, her actions uncontrolled. The blade came down, slashing at the building and extinguishing the fire. The door ripped open and pieces of the door came flying everywhere, freeing everyone who was trapped inside. "S-Sophia?" she heard Robin say from inside. Sophie gasped in horror, her senses quickly coming back to her. She paused before throwing the scythe to the ground and rushing inside, helping everyone out of the building.
Once everyone had left the building and everything calmed down, Sophie let out a violent cough, blood spewing out of her mouth and into her hands. "Oh god!" Maria cried out, rushing over to her and rubbing her back as she coughed. Sophie looked at Maria, a worried look displayed on her features. Maria's eyes widened in fear, watching the yellow color in her eyes swirl wildly around the pupil of her sapphire/emerald eyes. "W-what happened to you?..."
Sophie coughed again, gripping her chest in pain. "I-I don't know… Wha-t's going on with me?" she frowned, coughing up blood again.
Then she heard a child cry out, looking up to see Dorren grabbing Robin by the hair and holding a knife to her neck. "You think I'm done with you?" he laughed hysterically, the knife cutting like a knife to butter in Robin's skin.
"Dorren stop!" Sophie cried out.
Dorren smiled as he stopped cutting into Robin's neck, still holding the knife to her neck as she whimpered in fear. "Come with me now and no one will get hurt," he hissed, his eyes glowing red through his amethyst/yellow eyes.
Her eyes widened, the suddenly dread of having to return to Dorren hitting her like a ton of bricks. She coughed as she got up and walked back over to him obediently. "Sophia don't!" Robin cried out, as she was thrown to the ground roughly.
Dorren grabbed Sophie's arm roughly, twisting it and smirking as she whimpered in pain. "I won't have anyone else but you," he whispered in her ear, pulling on her hair and dragging her with him. Then he took off with Sophie beginning to scream in protest, and he disappeared down the streets as the plea of Sophie's scream echoing down the streets of London, causing everyone who heard to freeze up with dread.
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Tears fell down Sophie's face as she was dragged out of town and through the woods by Dorren's hand. What worried her is where the Undertaker went. Did Dorren kill him? Is he looking of her? She closed her eyes, not wanting to believe that this was really happening to her. Suddenly Dorren threw Sophie to the ground, her face coming into contact with a tree stump. Before she could realize what was going on he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her up so they were seeing eye to eye. "What was that?" he hissed.
"Wha –"
He pulled harder on her neck, cutting off the oxygen she was trying to breathe. "You know what I mean. That power. Where did it come from?"
Sophie whimpered, "I-I don't know…" He glared at her, noticing the yellow glowing in her eyes. He hissed, before throwing her roughly to the ground, her head coming into contact with a tree.
Then he pulled out a knife, suddenly appearing in front of Sophie and holding it to her neck. "Then I'll just have to let it out myself," he smirked, licking the knife playfully. Her eyes widened in fear as he stabbed the knife into her chest, aiming for her heart. She cried out, the pain too unbearable to let go. He took the blade and slit it across her chest, before he took the blade out and lapped up her blood. He laughed, "Your blood tastes so enchanting. I can't wait to drink the rest of it from your sweet little body," he smirked, lifting up her head so she was staring into his eyes.
Her eyes looked glossed over, her eye color back to its normal blue/green color. Sophie didn't know how she was still breathing, but the loss of blood made her feel faint. "U-undertaker…" she gasped, blood trickling down her face.
He growled, pushing the knife deeper into her body. "Don't you dare say that name in my presence again, you hear me?" He frowned at her blank expression, shoving her dreary body back against the tree. Dorren stood up over her body, licking up the rest of the blood from his knife. Then his eyes narrowed, turning around to find a shadowed figure standing a few feet from him. "Aah, it's good to see you're still playing my little game," he chuckled, swinging the knife around before gripping it in his hands, "I thought you'd given up."
The figure glared, its green eyes glowing in the shadow of the trees. "I did not take your darling away from you, rather you took her from me," he growled, acid in his spit.
"Oh really?" he chuckled, grabbing Sophie's head and holding the knife to her throat, "Either way I'm here to make sure you're never happy again, ever." Dorren smirked, noticing his advance towards them. "Now I know you don't want your precious white swan to fall victim to my blade, as your other darling little girl did," he smirked, leaning the blade into Sophie's neck so it caused a slight cut, enough to cause her neck to bleed.
"Let go of her," he growled, taking out a scythe hidden behind his back. The scythe looked as if it was made of silver, gleaming brightly from the light shining down from the thick trees. The whole scythe looks as if it was made from the bones of a dead body, or perhaps it was the dead body that was made from the silver in the scythe. Either way, he held up the scythe at Dorren, swinging it down fast enough to stun Dorren and causing him to slam into the tree.
Then he grabbed the collar of his shirt, holding the scythe at his neck. "Oh no~ooo. The little grim reaper is threatening me."
"She is mine, you hear me. Mine," he growled at Dorren, before throwing him to the ground, still aiming the blade of the scythe at his neck. "Besides," he said as he kicked Dorren in the back; the pressure of the kick slamming his face into the dirt, "She was never yours in the first place."
Dorren laughed, wiping the dirt off of his clothes, "Is that so?~ Well I think she thought differently, but how would you know? She's dead," he laughed, disappearing into the shadows of the tree.
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Sophie looked up, the events that were unfolding around her not registering in her mind. Only the pain in her neck was the only thing that went through her head, as the pain in her chest became a dull numbness. She looked up from where she laid, petrified with fear. If she could she would have moved away from the demented looking figure gleaming over her. She noticed the scythe it was holding, her body not registering the thoughts running through her head.
The reaper moved down, lifting her face up so it could see into her eyes. Her eyes had turned back to a solid blue, the same shade of blue her mother had. The green had diminished from her eyes, but even her eyes became dull from the blood that had been flowing from her stomach. The reaper brushed her tangled hair from her face, a soft smile registering on its features. Her eyes widened slightly, causing its smile to grow even more. 'That… looks like Undertaker's smile,' she thought, and then she noticed the green gleam from under the silver bangs hiding his eyes.
"Come on little maiden," she heard it say, "It's time to go home." Then the figure picked her up, careful to not damage her brittle body.
Sophie slowly closed her eyes, a smile showing up on her face. "U-undertaker…" she was able to say, causing him to smile in content.
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Sophie slowly woke up, noticing that she was surrounded with only darkness. Then she sprang up, frightened that she was still back with Dorren and was trapped in the basement. Having to lie back down, because she rose up too quickly, her eyes slowly adjusted to her surrounds. She beamed, seeing dust on everything but the bed she was laying on. 'I'm home…' she smiled happily, slowly sitting up to inspect to wounds the demon gave her.
First she noticed her stomach, for it was sewn up and already beginning to heal. She ran her fingers over the stitches, knowing that if she lasted then that would become a permanent scar on her body. She reached for her neck, noticing the cut Dorren gave her had already healed. She let out a sigh, laying back down on the bed and pulling the covers over her body. How she was able to heal faster than most people she knew was still a mystery to her. Most of the scars and bruises Dorren dealt had healed up already, except for the wound on her chest.
Closing her eyes and cuddling up with her pillow, she was glad that she was able to escape him. Now Sophie had realized who was the Undertaker? Of course she knew he was a weirdo, but she never though he wasn't human. She figured he couldn't have been human, for the fact that Dorren practically ran away from him. Why would a demon need to cause trouble with her dad? She rubbed her forehead; the thoughts running through her head were giving her a headache. Just then she heard the door open and she remained still, the only thing moving was her stomach breathing in and out. The person who walked into the room and sat down on the bed next to Sophie, and she felt his long black nails running through her matted and dirty auburn hair. "Are you ever going to wake up?" he sighed, Sophie frowning as she noticed how depressed his voice sounded. "I can't lose you… not again," he said, taking off his top hat and laid down on the bed. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him, causing Sophie's face to burn up like a red hot tomato. "I shouldn't have become so attached to you, but you reminded me of my own little maiden," he chuckled, talking out loud in his own little world. "Her long and wavy burgundy hair and bright sea green eyes, with her eyes the beautiful combination of her mother's ominous blue eyes and my green eyes. How you would have loved to have met her. You acted just like her, having a tough exterior and loving to be alone, but always kind and helping others if they needed help. Even liking solitude she had many friends… which is why I liked you the first time I met you, Sophia. You're just like my little maiden…" he smiled, kissing Sophie on the head and continuing to run a hand through her hair. "But I couldn't save her," he frowned, "and I failed at saving you… I'm a failure at being a father."
"No you're not," Sophie said, surprising the Undertaker. "No you're not," she repeated herself, rolling over so she could see his face clearly, "I could never ask for a better father then you," she smiled happily, grabbing his hand and putting it under her head. "You brought me into your home when I was orphaned, took care of me when I was sick, and was protective of anyone I met. You would read me stories like mommy used to and sat with me underneath the tree at the top of the cemetery like she did. You didn't hate me, saying my eyes were scary or daunting. In fact, you said you like how my eyes can change from blue to green to blue depending on my vibes." She looked up at him, noticing the smile growing on his face, "I don't know what you are in this world, but as a father you were one of the greatest. If I didn't have you… well I probably wouldn't have gotten adopted," she shrugged. "I just wish you weren't so hard on yourself. You smile plenty, but you don't smile authentically enough. That's why Haden was hesitant with you," she chuckled to herself, remembering being with Haden before he passes away, "Just whatever you're hiding and sad about, I hope you feel better about it now."
He stared at her, and then let out a laugh, rubbing the top of her head, "Oh Sophia," he laughed. Then he stopped laughing, looking at her with a light smile on his face, "You like to speak your mind a lot, don't you?"
Sophie thought for a second, before nodding, "Of course!" She chuckled happily, "Why not? You can't be heard if you don't speak." She smiled, before letting out a cough and coughing up blood into her hand. Sophie looked at her hand confused as the Undertaker grabbed a piece of cloth and cleaned her hand. "Why?..." she frowned.
"Are you okay little maiden?" he asked, kissing her on the forehead.
"Y-yeah… well I don't know," she frowned, looking up at him with worry, "am I going to die?"
He looked at her blankly, "I don't know." Then he got up, ready to leave, "Well I'll leave you to rest. You've been passed out for at least a week and I don't want the wound on your chest to rip open again."
"Undertaker?" she called to him, causing him to turn around and look at her. "W-will I ever see your eyes?"
He chuckled, "Perhaps. Now go to sleep little maiden." Sophie nodded, curling up in a little ball and falling asleep, coughing up some blood before she closed her eyes.
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Sophie let out another cough, blood quickly coming out of her mouth. Robin laid next to her head and put a cold cloth on her forehead. After another month and no improvements, the Undertaker decided to call up Miss Robin for help. The news she gave him caused his normal Cheshire smile to fade. The major problems of blood loss, the long nights sitting in the cold in her own pool of blood, and using up her energy saving her friends from a burning building, Sophie wasn't in a state to be improving anytime soon. In fact, she was taking a turn for the worse. The wound in her chest had healed, but the major organ that was punctured, the heart, wasn't healing as quickly as her other wounds would. How Sophie stayed alive for so long stunned Robin, but she let it off as another paranormal activity that seemed to happen to Sophie a lot.
Sophie sat in bed, tired. Her body was barely responding to her commands again and she had trouble moving around. She wasn't even able to step out of the room without getting dizzy, let alone walk up the road to the top of the hill to watch the sun rise and fall. She gripped the Undertaker's hand tightly as he sat next to her on the bed. She looked over at him, wanting to say something, but was too tired to let anything escape her lips. "Would you like to spend a few minutes alone Undertaker?" Robin asked, rubbing her eyes from the sleep she deprived herself from.
"Yes, that will be fine," he smiled, watching as Robin walked out of the room. He looked over Sophie, who was shivering from the cold in the room. She was having hot and cold flashes, causing her body to shiver and heat up almost simultaneously. He took the cloth off of her forehead and kissed her, noticing how hot her forehead was.
"Hey Undertaker," Sophie said quietly, a sigh escaping her lips as she noticed him.
"Yeah?" he smiled, moving her hair away from her face.
"When you die, where do you go?" she asked, her bright blue eyes staring up at his face.
"Well…" he thought, still holding onto her hand, "I guess it depends on if you're good or if you're evil. If you're good you end up in a place of white, but if you're evil you end up in a place of black. In your case, I know you'll end up in the place of white." He smiled, kissing her cheek.
"Will… will I get to see Death?" she asked, confusion in her eyes.
He looked down at her confused, "See death? What do you mean?"
"Well," she thought, trying to think up the right words to say, "I know there are beings that come to the dead to take their soul, but they're always a different being. I was just wondering, is there an actual Death? Like… his name is Death and appeared at the beginning of the world, like Miss Robin said." Then she let out a chuckle, "Oh you must think I'm crazy now," she sighed. "Oh well… I just remember hearing it a while back, that's all."
Then she looked at the Undertaker stunned, who was holding onto his side and laughing hysterically, "Even when you're dying you're making me laugh." He smiled, looking into her eyes, "You're adorable, you know that?"
She smiled, "Well of course," she chuckled, a slight blush forming on her cheeks. "So," she coughed, blood coming out of her mouth, "is there a Death?"
He smirked, "Yes."
Sophie giggled, "I knew it," happy with his answer. "So if that's so, what does that make you?"
He stared at her blankly, "Make me?... Why would you –"
"Because you chased Dorren away. A demon wouldn't run away from a human," she smirked. "Besides, I've lived with you for years. The biographies, the paperwork, something is up. You should tell me, you know, because I'm dying," she smiled happily.
He let out a sigh of defeat, "Alright you got me. Ummm… well let's just say I used to take human souls, not like a demon though."
"So a grim reaper?" she asked.
He smirked, "Wow you're good."
"Well I've had a good teacher," she giggled. Then she closed her eyes, trying to lean into him, "How my mom had said, 'this type of behavior is forbidden, but because I love you so I'll do it anyways.'"
The Undertaker blinked in confusion, "When did you hear her say that?"
Sophie smiled, looking back up at him sweetly, "When she died, as I saw a flashback of her life, she was talking to a man… I think he was my papa but I couldn't tell. I just wish I could find out who he was," she sighed, "but I'm happy that I have you as a father Undertaker."
Then she closed her eyes, "Sophie," she looked up tired. He brushed his bangs away from his face, showing off his eyes. Her eyes went wide. He had jade colored eyes with a yellow haze twinkling at the bottom of his eyes. What she found fascinating was the double-iris eyes he had; only seeing those types of eyes on those grim reapers. She smiled, putting a hand on his face and tracing a scar on his face with her thumb.
"They're beautiful," she giggled. "They remind me of eyes I've seen before… but they're different," she smiled, putting her hand down and closing her eyes.
He closed his eyes, gripping her hand tightly, "They're here."
Sophie smiled, "I know." She let out a sigh, "Just tell them to make it quick. I want to see Haden as soon as possible."
He chuckled, brushing his bangs over his eyes and looking over at the reaper that had showed up, "You heard the little maiden. She has a prior engagement to get to."
The reaper looked at them confused, before giving him a timid nod. The reaper walked over to Sophie and slashed her chest, revealing her memories to the two in the room. "U-undertaker…" Sophie whimpered, gripping his hand tightly.
He looked at her confused, before smiling and leaning into her face. "It's okay little maiden," he gave her a kiss on the lips as her memories came to a close, "I won't ever forget you." Then her record stopped, the memories flying into a book.
"Name: Sophia Maurus Ioreta Serbus; daughter of Centurion Maurus and Baroness Ellen Serbus. Cause of death: heart failure. Date of death: April 23, 1870. Further notes: a half-breed. Judgment completed," the reaper said, stamping the book. Then the reaper looked over at the Undertaker, looking at him in awe.
He glared at him, "Get going you runt. If you're done then go back to your work…" Looking at the Undertaker frightened, he bowed before disappearing out of the room. The Undertaker frowned, feeling Sophie's cold face, "Such a disappointment that you didn't get to meet your dear old papa," he sighed, before calling Miss Robin back into the room.
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Everyone from the orphanage wanted to pull their money together to give Sophie a grand funeral, which the Undertaker refused. He paid all the costs himself, sending her off in his own handmade coffin with bouquet of flowers surrounding her body. Everyone paid their respects at the church, even Andrés and his group came to pay their condolences. The Undertaker was astonished with the turnout, the whole church filled with people morning for Sophie. He cracked a smile, but it was a small one. After all, he knew the girl for almost ten years of her life. He left her a bouquet of forget-me-not flowers, the same type flowers he found her with when he first found her in the pouring rain, talking to her mother's grave as if she was still alive. It humored him, which was why he let her stay at the morgue for the night. He kissed the flowers, setting them down in the casket with her. Then he took a black rose clip from his pocket, clipping it to the right side of her hair. He smiled, the black rose clip she would constantly wear contrasting with the whiteness of her dress. "Good night, little maiden. Say hi to your family for me," he smiled, kissing her on the cheek before moving on, waiting outside of the church till the mourners were done.
No one wanted the Undertaker to dig her grave, even though he put up a fight to do so, a few of the men convinced him that they would dig her grave. So he leaned against the casket, waiting for them to be done. Then Miss Robin pulled the Undertaker to the side, as the church emptied and everyone went outside. "I know this must be difficult for you…"
He smiled, "Of course it is, but you probably feel as horrible about Sophie's death as I do. Besides," he chuckled, brushing the scar the demon left on Robin's neck, "Death comes to everyone, even Sophie knew that. She was waiting to go and wanted to join everyone who had already died. It's just something you have to accept."
She chuckled, "Well okay I understand. I just hope I can see you from time to time… even without Sophia being around."
He nodded, tipping his hat to her, "Of course."
"Undertaker," Ricardo came up, his hands dirty from digging in the dirt. "We're ready."
He nodded, walking back into the room where the casket layed, closed and ready for burial. They grabbed the casket, with the help of the men who dug the grave, and brought it out, setting the casket into the ground. Then they buried the casket, soon leaving as it got dark. The Undertaker stood there, looking at her gravestone:
Sophia Serbus
November 25, 1852 – April 23, 1870
Daughter to the Undertaker and Beloved by all
"I won't ever forget you, little maiden." Anonymous
He smiled, looking out at the top of the hill towards the fields beyond. How many new memories he created in his old heart made him smile. He looked to the gravestone Sophie's was next to, his finger brushing over the writing. "You had a wonderful little girl, Mrs. Ellen Serbus. I'm happy to have met her. I bet you're happy now, being a family. Tell me how she's doing, will you?" he chuckled, before leaving the top of the hill and walking down, disappearing into the darkened morgue.
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A hand peered from the casket, the lid lifting up to reveal the body in it. The body of a young maiden, by the age of seventeen, walked out of the casket. It looked around, noticing no one in the room of the church. Its eyes were hazed over, double-iris eyes forming in her blue eyes. Then she walked away in a perplexed state, disappearing from sight as the people came back in to bury the grave into the cold earth.
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A/N: Oh no it's a zombie! That's what my friend thought when I said Sophie would walk out of the casket. XD Well that's the end of chapter 8! I'm happy that I'm done writing about her evil relatives. I really hate their characters 3X Just throwing a bunch of information at you and then some new stuff. How do you like them apples?~ X3 Now to move on to something else… but what? You'll just have to wait for the next chapter (but now I'm going to have to make up more names… whoopee XO) Comment if you like it or don't. If you have ideas on what may happen next, go ahead and respond! I don't mind getting your intake on the story. Sometimes it gives me an idea on how the story will go (but I already have to story's ending thought up. Don't worry! This isn't going into a dead end X3) So… yeah! See you next time!
Centurion – professional officer in the Roman army
Maurus – Latin – dark-skinned; moor
Sergio – Latin – servant
Erebus – Latin form of Greek Erebos – darkness