Greetings wonderful readers! And now I present to you chapter two:)
Disclaimer:
For this chapter I call upon the most awesome character in Black Butler...the Undertaker!
Undertaker: (Looks around) Ah so THIS is what Violet meant when she said she was summoned right out of the shop...
Yup! I have called you here to do the disclaimer!
Undertaker: Very well. Queen-of-Ice101 doesn't own Black Butler or any of the characters. She does however won Viol-
Come on, finish the disclaimer.
Undertaker: (pulls out death scyth and readies to reap Queen-of-Ice101)
(Runs around the room being chased by Undertaker) WAAAA! What did I ever do to you?!
Undertaker: If you own Violet then you must be one of the people that imprisoned her and as her friend and mentor it is now my job to kill you.
What?! NO! I'm the writer! All I do is write the story, I just own her because I created her. I'm not going to do anything to her. I LIKE Violet!
Undertaker: So everything that's happened to her is because you wrote it to be?
Yup!
Undertaker: (pulls our scyth again and lunges)
Holy Crap! (Starts running again) what now?!
Undertaker: If you are the cause of all her suffering then I must eliminate you, then everything will be fine for her.
Oh you have to be kidding me! Go ahead and read the story! I'll be sure to bring someone a little bit lest angry to do the disclaimer next chapter!
A Place to Stay
Violet gaped at the man in shock. His eyes were a mix of yellow and green and they almost glowed. They were definitely reaper eyes but they were prettier that any other reaper eyes she had ever seen before. They had a iridescence to them that made them easily the most captivating eyes a person could have.
"Your a Shinigami."
"Last time I checked."
"You-you want to train me?!" Violet gasped.
"Hmm well, that was the plan..." The undertaker singsonged.
"But that's to much to ask of you! How could I possibly pay for the training and for staying here!" Violet protested, standing and making for the door.
"Become a apprentice mortician. Having another pair or hands around here would be useful. I'd never hired someone because I like to pin my bangs out of my face and doing so reveals my inhuman eyes. So having a human helper around to train to take over my duties when I have to run errands and such was out of the question."
His words halted her beginning retreat as she stopped and turned to face the strange man.
"Really? But won't that add even more to your workload?"
"Not at all m'dear. Having someone who isn't squeamish around death makes work so much easier for me. You could in the beginning move around things like coffins and just do general maintenance all the while watching as I work. Once you have a general understanding of working with the bodies you will slowly but surely learn how to work along side me and then eventually in my place." The undertaker informed her as he sipped his tea.
Violet thought about it for a moment.
"Yes, I suppose your right. I can't believe that I'm agreeing to live in a strange single mans house and work for him but this is a unbeatable deal. I'll do it."
"Wonderful! Allow me to give you the tour and then I shall take you to town to pick up some feminine necessaries and order some more clothes. Then tomorrow you shall start work and become known as the Undertakers apprentice."
Violet got into the carriage that the Undertaker helped her into, following behind her and saluting the driver. The drive into town was quiet since Violet spent the entire time with her face pressed up against the window as she looked at the city in awe.
Once they arrived in the city Violet stepped out of the carriage and accepted the offered arm as they began their shopping trip.
After about a half hour into the trip Violet was practically dragging behind the undertaker.
"I have enough stuff now. Can we go home?" Violet begged.
The undertaker blinked and stopped walking.
"My apologies. I forgot that you were just recovering. We have everything you need and the dresses will be delivered tomorrow." He said and summoned a carriage to take them home.
Once she had unpacked her things the undertaker presented her with a sheer black veil that covered her eyes and cascaded down her back to the tips of her indigo hair. It his her eyes from those who might take note of their unusual colour and it also gave her a air of mystery and untouchability.
She wore it around the shop whenever it was open, only taking it off when the morticians shop was closed to visitors. It only took a couple of days before she was able to watch him work with the bodies. By the end of the week he was already training her to work with the bodies. She was enjoying the work of a mortician quite a lot.
Now all she was waiting for was her first lesson as a Shinigami.
That morning Violet dressed and brushed her hair out before putting on her veil. Slipping a dagger into each boot she headed downstairs for breakfast.
On the table were two plates with eggs and toast.
"Good morning Undertaker!" Violet chirped cheerfully as she grabbed napkins and utensils and set the table.
"Good morning Violet. I assume by your cheerful tone that you slept well last night." The Undertaker said calmly as he set two cups of tea down and gestured for her to sit.
She did and they both dug in as she nodded.
"I'll probably be getting a guest today with the murders that have been taking place."
Violet nodded. Undertakers shop had been getting the bodies of prostitutes with the heir wombs cut out delivered to them for a while.
"The guests are...interesting people. When I ask you to make tea I would like you to use my clean beakers in that cannot over by the basement door." He ordered.
"The beakers? Uh, why?" Violet asked, taken aback.
"Why? Because if I act like a crazy man people won't delve any deeper into my past. They won't poke their noses where they shouldn't and my identity as a Reaper isn't endangered." He explained to her as they began to clean up their breakfast dishes.
"Oh. That makes sense. What do you want me to do while you wait for your guests?"
"Go downstairs and just finish our routine sterilization of the tools. All the bodies are put in freezers. When the bell rings please join us." He said as he headed out into the main room.
Violet nodded and headed downstairs. She coudn't wait to meet this guest.
Violet forgot all about the mysterious guests as she worked, getting lost in the soothing routine of wash and dry. Then the bell rang and her head shot up to the door.
Washing her hands and removing her apron she smoothed her dress and headed up to meet these people.
She opened the door and made her way soundlessly to the door of the main room. She heard the Undertaker speak and his voice was shill and creepy. As she heard him ask someone called the lordship if he had come to try out his coffin.
Violet pressed a hand over her mouth to smother her giggles. He sounded like a crazy person with that voice. Composing herself she stepped into the room and everyone turned to face her.
"Violet! Perfect timing as always m'dear. Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my apprentice Violet." The undertaker said in that strange voice he had adopted.
Violet smiled an gave a small curtsy.
"Hello! I am Madam Red! And this is my butler and the rather stupid looking one over there is a friend of mine." The women dressed in red announced flamboyantly.
"Auntie, he's not stupid looking. Only stupid acting." A teen boy several years younger that her said with a hint of amusement.
Her attention was pulled when a handsome man dressed in all black approached her and she felt a strange cloying aura wash over her. He took a hand and lifted it to his lips before brushing a light but lingering kiss over her knuckles, holding eye contact with his inhuman red eyes holding hers in a smouldering gaze.
"I am Sebastian and the young man is my master, Earl Phantomhive. It is a honour and a pleasure to meet you." He said, his voice having a seductive and oily quality to it that made her skin crawl.
Ignoring the fact that her actions would be considered insulting she snatched her hand away and took several steps back from him, putting distance between the two of them. Her fists curled into fists. Everything about him was just wrong and it scared the crap out of him. Her words escaped her mouth before she could stop him.
"What-what are you?!" She whispered, fear and distrust filling her voice.
No one other than the man before her, his master and Undertaker heard her. In one moment Sebastions eyes blazed blood red before he smiled and bowed. But she knew what she had seen.
Suddenly a arm slipped around her shoulder. Violet tested and then relaxed when Undertaker's scent of mint and something cold filled her nose.
"If you would be so kind as to prepare tea for us it would be greatly appreciated." He suggested.
Violet nodded and turned and walked away. Closing the kitchen door behind her she braced herself on the counter. That Sebastion...he was a demon. Not just a demon but at least half lust demon. She would bet money on it.
As she made the tea she forced herself to relax. She had already given away that she was immune to his seduction powers which could complicate her life greatly. As she was just about to pour the tea the Undertaker let out a shriek of laughter that shook the building.
"Undertaker!" Violet cried and bolted out of the kitchen and into the main room, terrified that she was going to find him hurt or worse at the hands of that demon.
But she was instead met with the sight of the Undertaker flopped over a coffin laughing like a crazy person as Sebastian stood on with a self satisfied smirk adorning his face. Violet froze in the doorway with her jaw open.
"How did you do that? I've heard him laugh at a joke before but like this? Never..." Violet stared at her mentor.
"How did I do that? Well, I am simply one hell of a butler." Sebastian said smugly.
Violet waited until everyone had come back in before returning to her tea and pouring it into the beakers for everyone. She carried out a tray and offered a cup to everyone. Once the tray was empty she retreated back into the kitchen to watch from a distance. They spoke about the victims before leaving.
Once they were gone she cleaned up the beakers and she was washing Undertaker approached her.
"What happened with the butler?"
Violet took a breath.
"He tried to use his seduction abilities on me. I don't know if you realize it but Sebastian isn't human, he's demon." Violet said softly.
"I'm aware of that. I didn't however know he had abilities until I felt the room fill with this weight. I wasn't aware that those were seduction abilities." The undertaker admitted quietly.
Violet smiled and moved into the main room to tidy. As she heartened the coffins she came across a scarlet red glove.
"Oh! Undertaker! Madam Red left behind a glove. Shall I go deliver it to her?"
"Yes. I shall call a carriage for you. Will you be ok going to her mansion alone? I have some work to do." Undertaker called.
"Yes." Violet stepped outside holding the glove tightly in her hand.
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