I present chapter three!

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WARNING: This chapter contains a slightly graphic description of violence, my character will be witnessing the murder of of one of the Jack the Ripper victims. If violence bothers you I suggest you steer clear of this chapter.

Demon and Shinigami

Violet sat in the carriage seat watching the scenery go by. She had asked to be taken to where Madam Red was currently and the carriage driver had raised an eyebrow but had taken her anyway.

They stopped outside the manor and the driver helped her out. Smoothing her black skirts she held the glove and made her way up to the large entrance. Taking a breath she rang the bell and waited.

The door opened to reveal a pretty maid with large glasses.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes. Madam Red was visiting my mentor's shop and forgot her glove there. I simply came to return it."

"How did you know to come here?" The girl asked in a suspicious tone.

"I didn't. The carriage driver did. This is the home of Madam Red is it not?"

"No. This is the home of her nephew Ceil Phantomhive."

"Phantomhive! How on earth did my driver get that wrong?!"

"What did you ask him?"

"To take me to where Madam Red could be found. I'm deeply sorry for disturbing you. I will take my leave." Violet apologized.

"Actually she's here right now. I can call someone to bring her to you."

"Uh.."

"MISTER SEBASTIAN!" The girl hollared.

Moments later said man appeared on her doorstep with Madam Red and her butler behind him.

"Ah, it's Violet. Can I help you?"

"No. I simply came to return Madam Red's glove. I asked the carriage driver to take me to Madam Red and he took me here. I'm terribly sorry for disturbing you. Here's your glove Madam Red." Violet dipped her head and placed the glove in the ladies hand.

"Oh not a worries sweetie! Sebastian was seeing us to the door anyway. Why don't you get a ride home with my butler and I. I would live to get to know you better!" Madam Red cooed.

Violet nodded and allowed the overly exuberant woman to drag her to the waiting carriage and she felt the butler lift her in. She sat down next to the women and tuned out her constant chatter for a while until the women addressed her directly.

"So tell me, how did you end up living with a single man as is apprentice? Being a mortician isn't exactly a acceptable profession for a young lady such as yourself."

"My parents abandoned me with my uncle when I was a baby and I grew up with my uncle, a mortician my whole life. I was trained from the beginning to one day inherited my uncles shop. However he was involved with some loan sharks and when he missed a few to many payments they came and killed him and then burned his shop to the ground. They went after me to take me as a pay,net instead but I escaped and since the work of a mortician is the only one I've ever known I looked for a shop that I could do apprentice work for and maybe take over one day." Violet put together the sob story on the spot.

"Oh you poor dear! But doesn't the Undertaker require, uh, special payment to live with him?" Madam Red asked.

"No. He doesn't have any family to pass his parlour down to and since I'm so interested and adept at the work he was more than happy to give me a place to live. Besides, I think he's lonely. Every one treats him like a psychotic creep and he's not. Besides, he doesn't expect me to pay him with my body nor has he put moves on me so I feel safe. And he allows me to lock my bedroom door when I go to sleep." Violet said.

It was true in a sense. He had never expected anything like that out of her and to be honest she didn't think he would ever expect that kind of payment from her.

Madam Red nodded and started babbling about parties and dresses again while Violet looked out the window. The butler Grell bothered her. There was something strange about him, a suppressed aura that she couldn't put her finger on.

She was dropped on at home and as soon as the carriage left Violet went straight down to the basement.

"Undertaker! Where are you!" She called into the gloom.

"Right behind you m'dear." His voice sounding next to her ear.

"Bloody mary! She swore, spinning on the stair and nearly taking a backwards header.

Instantly the Undertaker's arms shot out and he grabbed her arms to prevent a nasty fall.

"Careful there. Wouldn't want to break that pretty face of yours." He teased.

"Undertaker what kind of immortal beings are there? I know that there is Reapers and Demons but is there anything else?" Violet asked.

Undertaker blinked in surprise at her question.

"Yes. There are angels here as well. But unlike Demons and Reapers they don't interfere with Humans the same way we do. They gently guide people as they make day to day choices to help them live life to the fullest. They do not integrate themselves among humans they was Demons do and they do not work hands on with the souls they help the way reapers do. Angels have no quarrel with either of the other immortal kinds, they dislike Demons but they don't get into fights. So the only types of immortals you will find here that could pose a threat to you are Shinigami and Demons."

Violet nodded. "I figured. The reason I asked is because I got a ride home with Madam Red and her butler Grell and I don't think he's human. There's something strange about his aura."

Undertaker hummed quietly.

"A Shinigami perhaps?" He mused.

"I think so. He was acting strange. I'm going to tail him tonight and see what's going on." Violet said.

She went to move and the Undertaker's grip on her arms tightened.

"No. I forbid you to go. We haven't even done any training for your reaper side. This Grell fellow could be potentially very dangerous and if he sees you trailing him he could very well kill you. I believe that he is a reaper from the way he behaved and I don't wish to lose my apprentice so soon." His voice had no laughter in it.

"Ok. The other thing I wanted to mention is I sensed a Neko demon in the Phantomhive manor when I went to deliver the glove. It was in it's cat form but it was definitally a Neko demon. I grantee it." Violet added.

"Dear lord, more immortals?" Undertaker muttered.

"Undertaker?"

"Listen to me Violet. Tomorrow we start your training. I don't want you approaching anyone that doesn't feel human and if you sense anything else out of the ordinary then I want you to tell me straight away."

Violet nodded.

"Yes Undertaker." She murmured.

His grip on her arms relaxed. "Very good. Why don't we have some tea and we'll call it a day a little early. Some biscuits and tea and then I have some books about the human body I would like to go over with you for a hour or so. Then you can have the rest of the evening off. Sound good to you m'dear?"

"Very."

They headed upstairs and had tea. After they had cleaned up the dishes she sat with him on a couch he had in the back room and began to read through the books with the Undertaker. Finally they were done and after dinner Violet asked to retire early for the night.

"Of course. Goodnight Violet."

Violet went upstairs and locked the door before going about brushing her teeth and such. Then she dressed into a pitch black dress with no colour and wrapped her head and hair in a black shawl. She locked her door and climbed out onto the roof outside her window before leaping soundlessly down to the ground.

"Sorry Undertaker, but I need to go see what's going on."

Violet sat outside the party for what felt like days, bored out of her mind. Then she saw movement. It was Grell.

She started to run at a slow phase but this "butler" was definitally not human as he ran steadily faster. She pushed herself to almost her limit of speed and trailed him over to the area of town that the prostitutes lived. She saw him enter the home of one and she snuck up to a window where she could sense Grell was to see what was going on. She saw the prostitute say something and then Grell pull out a wicked sharp knife.

What happened next would never leave Violets memory. The reaper, for now he had revealed his pointed teeth and opalescent eyes that were distinct to the reaper kind. The pointed teeth could be masked with the glamour that strong reapers possessed to hide their one of a kind traits and were dead give-always when revealed.

Grell shoved the woman down on the bed, grinning savagely and plunged the knife hilt deep into the woman's chest, causing a explosion of blood to spout up. Blood gysered everywhere and a good amount went flying out the open window and onto her. The women's ear piercing scream covered the sound her her gasp.

He pulled the knife out and slit the dead woman's throat. Blood covered the woman's room and Violet tried not to throw up. The worst part however was when he began to cut into her middle with surgical precision and slice out the womb and remove it in one piece.

Violet had enough. Without a sound she turned and fled, pushing the limits of how fast she could go as she bolted back to the undertaker. She wanted to get up to her room but before she could even get onto the roof her stomach rebelled and she unwillingly emptied the contents of her stomach into the dirt beside the house.

Sobs tore from her chest and she tried to swipe it away only to smear the blood on her face and cause the metallic scent to fill her nose. She threw up again.

"Hello who-...Violet!" Undertaker's voice was filled with shock as he saw her.

Violet opened her mouth to respond but only sobs came out and as the memory of what she had just witnessed flashed across her mind her knees gave out.

"Violet!" He gasped and lunged forward and caught her.

"Let's get you inside m'dear. Come on." He whispered as he lifted her up with ease and carried her inside. He carried her upstairs to her bedroom and then used his nail to pick the lock and bring her in. Undertaker placed her in her empty tub to keep the blood on her from getting all over everything. He wet a cloth and cleaned her face, removing all the blood from her face and neck.

"M'dear, you need to get out of this dress. If you are wearing a camisole and shorts underneath like you usually do I can help you." He said softly.

Violet nodded and reached up shaking hands to undo the threads on her corset top and the Undertaker guided her hands gently. She took off her shawl and once all the necessary straps and buttons were undone he brought in a soft Cotten dress with no buttons or straps and placed it on the floor next to the tub before slipping out and closing the door to give her privacy while she change to her new and clean dress.

She changed and left her bloody garments in the tub and got out. She checked the mirror and smoothed her clothes before opening the door.

"I'm dressed. I'm just going to brush my teeth." She mumbled before doing just that.

Once she was done she was done she came out and sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to desperately control her shaking.

The undertaker sat down next to her.

"You went and followed Grell anyway didn't you."

Violet nodded, not looking up from her lap.

"What happened?" He asked, his tone surprisingly gentle for someone who had just been directly disobeyed by their apprentice.

"He's Jack the Ripper. I saw him kill that prostitute. He stabbed her in the heart and blood went everywhere and out the window onto me. Then he slit her throat and then he cut out her womb. It was horrid and she was screaming and she was so, so scared and she begged him to stop before he killed her and he didn't listen. He was laughing Undertaker, giggling like a maniac as he destroyed this woman. I've never seen anything so WRONG! So, so wrong..." Violet's voice trembled and trailed off.

"Violet. That's why I told you not to go near him. I had a feeling that he was involved somehow. The shock on his face when I told them what had been removed from the victims was completely and utterly fake." The undertaker said, voice slightly stern.

"I know now. I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Relax m'dear. I'm not angry. I think what you witnessed tonight was punishment enough. It reminded you of some of the things you witnessed when you were held in that lab didn't it?"

"Yes. Death itself doesn't bother me and using a scythe to reap a soul doesn't bother me either but what he did was just...sick. Just like what those men used to do to us Miseinen-sha." Violet admitted

"Miseinen-sha?"

"That's the scientific term for my kind of half breed, half demon, half reaper."

"I see. Why don't you try to get some sleep Violet. Tonight's been a rough night and I think that sleep would do you good." Undertaker suggested.

"Ok." Violet said.

Undertaker brushed a hand across her shoulder and left, closing the door behind him softly. Violet crawled under the covers and closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift into oblivion.

She bolted up with a scream, positive she could feel the scalpels digging into her skin again. Positive she was back in that lab with all the needles and people in masks. Alone.

Suddenly desperate to make sure that the Undertaker hadn't left she crept out of her bed and room and slipped down to the room across the hall. She peeked her head inside the open door to see the Undertaker on his bed. She watched the blanket rise and fall with his breathing for several moments before stepping back and preparing to return to her room for a long night of fear and nightmares.

"Violet, what's wrong?" The undertakers voice cut through the silence.

"Nothing. Sorry about disturbing you." She mumbled, a flush making it's way across her face. She turned to leave when the Undertaker spoke again.

"Come here."

Violet came and stood above him.

The undertaker reached out a hand and touched her arm that was still shaking bad from her memories and nightmares and sighed.

"It's bringing back memories again isn't it."

"Yes."

"I figured. I had that happen when I broke out of the detainment centre for readers when I first tried to leave the Shinigami realm. The did tortures and experiments on the inmates and when I left certain things would bring those memories to the forefront." The undertaker told her, speaking in one of the softest vices she had heard.

"Oh. What else did you do before coming here?" Violet asked, she was desperate not to have to leave again and be alone.

There was a beat of silence.

"Alright, climb in." The Undertaker said with a sigh and a hint of amusement.

"What?!"

"You don't want to be alone and as lovely as having a coversation with you can be I'm tired and want to sleep. If you go back to your room your gonna be a wreak tomorrow and for at least several days after. You can't sleep on the floor and I'm not gentlemanly enough to give up the bed to you and sleep on the floor myself." He explained, his voice already growing heavy with sleep.

"Oh." Violet said, her brain was to tired to think of a more intelligent reply.

The Undertaker pulled back the blankets and Violet layer down on the bed, stiff as a board. The Undertaker threw the blanket over them and gently looped a arm over her.

Violet stayed tense for close to ten minutes, unsure of what to expect from the Undertaker. But she felt him relax and fall asleep behind her and she herself finally fell asleep. Comforted by the steady breathing coming from behind her that reminded Violet that she was no longer alone.

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