So this chapter is a bit longer that usual, enjoy!

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Wolves and a Countess

Violet heard the birds chirping outside but refused to get up. She was tired! Snuggling into the warm pillow at her side she buried her face into something that...moved?

She could feel something gently combing through her hair. Opening her eyes blearily she yawned.

"Ah, your awake." The Undertaker's voice made her pillow rumble.

Violet froze. She tilted her head up and found herself staring at the undertakers face.

"WAAAA!" She shrieked, throwing herself backwards and right off the bed.

"Owwww.." She groaned.

A silver haired head popped over the side of the bed.

"Jumpy aren't we." He commented, giggling

"Shut up." She muttered.

He laughed and stood before reaching down and lifting Violet to her feet.

"Go get dressed in clothing you can train in, then we will begin your first lesson." Undertaker ordered.

Violet nodded and returned to her room to ready for the day. As she dressed her cheeks flushed at the memory of curling into Undertaker. How embarrassing.

She trotted down the stairs with a hint of a smile before heading into the kitchen and scarfing down some food. Then she went downstairs to begin her training.

"Before we begin you must relax yourself, don't focus one single sense but relax your mind and just allow your instincts to guide you. Today we're going to work on hand to hand combat. This is a skill that is often overlooked but is probably one of the most important you could know in your life. If your weapon fails you need to know hope to protect yourself." The Undertaker told her.

Violet looked down at the dress that Undertaker had given her. It was a modest black dress with red beadwork that was buttoned from top to bottom in the front. The cool thing was should she get involved in a battle she could just rip off the dress and underneath was a pair of tight black pants, a red corset overtop of a black dress shirt and her usual lace up boots.

"Deary, please get rid of the overdress so that we can start training. We only have a certain amount of time every day for me to work with you." Undertaker prompted.

Violet did as she was told and the lesson began. He taught her about stance and dodging. He also taught her a couple of pressure points that would knock out even a reaper. He was kind as he trained her but showed her mercy. By the end of their session she was smarting all over.

Violet wearily dragged herself inside and collapsed onto her bed face down with a groan. For a guy who acted like a old lunatic he sure was formidable to fight. Forcing herself to stand she changed into fresh clothes for fighting and slipped her veil and overdress on before heading downstairs to do her usual jobs around the shop.

Almost a month passed since Violet witnessing the reaper performing the murder and she had been busier then ever before in her life. Early morning was dedicated to her training, afternoon she helped clean up and prepare bodies for their funerals. Her least favourite bodies to work with were the prostitute bodies that were in the shop almost one a week.

Undertaker had pity on her and did those bodies on his own while she worked with other bodies at another table. For the first week of training she had thought she was going to die before ever getting better but all the work had actually payed off and she was getting significantly better every lesson.

In the evenings she had used that time to try and figure out what demon abilities she had, figuring that having two sets of immortal skills would benefit her much more than just one.

But that night Violet was feeling restless. She had no desire to work on her demon skills and it was to dreary to go wander. So she did what any bored teenager would do, she went to go but her caretaker or a sorts.

"Oh Undertaker!" She sang as she trotted down the stairs to the main floor.

"In the kitchen dearie." He called.

She entered the kitchen and saw him sitting at the table reading a thick novel. He glanced up at her when she leaned against the table.

"What are you reading?" She asked.

"A book."

Violet stood in silence as she watched him read but within minutes she was bored. She she went around behind him and flopped her arms over his shoulders and peeked her head around so that she could look at his face. She had become much more comfortable around Undertaker since training started and now did things like this periodically. Undertaker turned his head slightly to face her and raised one eyebrow.

Violet gave an impish grin. "Heloooo..."

He continued to stare at her with his eyebrow raised and moments later she began to laugh.

"Your bored." It wasn't a question.

"Very." She agreed cheerfully.

"And your not going to leave me alone because of that."

Violet threw her hands up on the air and danced around from behind him so that she could plop onto the chair next to his.

"You are a genius!"

Undertaker gave her a look and she grinned. He sighed before standing and strolling out of the kitchen with his long strides.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

Undertaker turned to face her with a hint of a smile twitching at his lips.

"I'm going to cure that boredom of yours. You and I are going to go for a nice long walk through the cemetery."

"But it's raining!"

"I know."

"Which means that were gonna get soaked!"

"I know."

"So then why are we going for a walk?!" Violet asked in exasperation.

"Because if I'm not aloud to sit quietly and comfortably then neither are you." He informed her with a full grin.

"What?! That's insane!"

"Your more than welcome to change your mind and leave me in peace with my book m'dear. I'm not forcing you to go for a walk."

Violet opened her mouth to tell him to forget it when she realized what he was doing.

"Hey! No way! If I gotta be bored so do you. Come on." She announced, dragging the mortician behind her as she made her very determined way to the back door.

She threw open the door and blinked when she realized that it wasn't raining. She shot a triumphant grin behind her and continued down towards the cemetery with Undertaker in tow. Once they were in the cemetery she released her grip on the sleeve of her mentor and friend. They strolled silently through the tombstones, row upon row and listened to the frogs and crickets.

"Undertaker?"

"Hmm?"

"When you've taught me all you can are you gonna kick me out?"

Violet took several more steps until she realized that Undertaker was no longer next to her. She turned to see Undertaker just standing there.

"Undertaker? What's wrong?"

"Violet, do you really think I would kick you out? Just like that after taking you in?"

"..."

The undertaker sighed and walked up to her before tilting up her head and holding her gaze with his own intense one.

"Violet I wouldn't kick you out for no reason. I doubt you could do anything that would anger me to the point of forcing you leave my home. I'm not so cold that I would throw you out on your own with no place to go. Not to mention that I quite enjoy having you around, your good company." His voice was completely serious.

"Oh."

Undertaker looked at her for a long moment before slinging a arm around her shoulders and guiding her back towards the shop. Once they had gotten inside Violet decided to go to bed early.

She had been lying in her bed awake for over an hour, eyes closed and herself buried under a mound of blankets. She was just about to give up and head downstairs when her bedroom door opened. She froze, not moving and inch and forcing herself to breath evenly. She heard the click of boots approach her bedside and felt Undertaker's gaze on her back for several agonizing minutes. Then he spoke.

"You can't being yourself to trust me yet. To afraid that I'll betray you or turn you in to your captors aren't you? I wish that you would believe me when I told you that I would never kick you out, I saw the flash of disbelief in your eyes. So afraid that they will come back and the first thing I'll do is throw you away. You would never believe me if I told you when you were awake that I would fight for your freedom along side you."

Violet forced herself not to react to his words. A sigh and then a hand gently tucked several locks of hair behind her ear before withdrawing. Then Undertaker turned and left the room, pausing at the door to speak again.

"Perhaps one day you'll believe that I'm not just your mentor, but your friend. One day..." He trailed off and left, closing the door quietly behind him.

Violet rolled onto her back and opened her eyes, touching several fingers to her hair as she stared at the ceiling. He actually cared about fully earning her trust? It baffled her, she had never had someone actually care about her before.

Violet swept the floor of the front parlour as she whistled a cheerful tune. Suddenly she heard the bell over the door jungle as the door opened and she turned with a smile to face their customers.

However when her senses got hit with the aura of a Neko demon she faltered. Moments later a girl a couple of years younger than her stepped into the room, bright sapphire blue eyes glowing in the dim light. By hers side stood the Phantomhive butler.

"Can I help you?"

Sebastian stepped forward with a smooth smile. "Yes. I would like to present to you Lady Kira Phantomhive. We've come to ask you and the Undertaker to prepare a body for a funeral and make a custom coffin. It's for Ceil's aunt, you may remember her. She came her with the young master as well as some other companions, Madam Red."

Violet blinked and looked at the Neko demon standing at Sebastains side.

"Your the earls sister?"

"Half sister actually." Kira said calmly.

Violet smiled. "If you will excuse me, I need to go get the Undertaker."

She hurried to kitchen and opened the door to the basement.

"Undertaker, the Phantomhive butler is here with a Lady Kira Phantomhive."

The Undertaker giggled and told her to send Sebastian down with the body. She did as she was told and returned to the parlour to fill out the coffin order.

"I have to admit, I never expected to see a Miseinen-sha in a place like this masquerading as a human." Kira Phantomhives voice cut through the silent room.

Violet spun in shock and felt her veil get yanked off her face. She froze and stumbled back, as the Neko demon looked at her eyes. She gasped in shock and the girl opened her mouth to speak. Quicker then anyone could see she lunged for the girl and by the sheer force of her lunge threw both of the, backwards into a stack of coffins that she had planned on laying out.

The coffins flew everywhere with a almighty clatter and Violet pinned the girl against the wall by her neck. Violets claws elongated into dog-like claws and her canine teeth elongated into fangs. The other demon let out a hiss and to began to transform. They heard footsteps and yelling but before anyone could do anything Violet was flung backwards by a powerful kick.

Violet slid into her demon animal form effortlessly and now stood on one side of the room as a giant silver wolf, teeth bared and a growl rumbling deep in her chest.

She stood opposite a large Panther, deep sapphire blue in colour and almost the same size as Violet's wolf form.

The two of them circled each other and Violet was the first to speak.

"How did you know what I was?" Violet growled.

"I've known three others of your kind in the past. I was not threatening you, simply making a observation." Kira purred.

Violet bared her teeth. "You are a threat to my freedom away from those who would hurt me. You must be dealt with."

"What? What on earth are you talking about?!" Kira said in surprise.

"The scientist group that holds my kind captive and tests us! I escaped from the, and I refuse to go back alive." She snarled, lunging for the Neko demon.

Kira leaped lithely into the air and moved to come down on Violet's back, but Violet was moving on instinct now and she spun and moved to rake her claws down the cat's soft underbelly. Kira just managed to avoid her attack and instead culled to take the scratches on her back. Kira hissed in pain from the deep gashes in her back.

"I would never turn you in to a group like that! I to am a special kind of hi-bred. Besides, those groups are hated among both our kinds except for the few backwards and egotistical ones." Kira reasoned.

Violet looked at her for a long moment before realizing that the Neko demon had relaxed her stance and wasn't in a defensive or offensive position. She was trying to end the fight. After a moment Violet relaxed her stance and took a step back, showing that she to was willing to end the short little fight. After a moment Kira morphed her shape back to her human one, she was swaying and her back dripped with blood.

Sebastian picked the bleeding half demon up and began walking to the door.

"I apologize for the mess Undertaker. I'm just glad that you were aware that you had a supernatural being on your hands otherwise I'd have a bit of a mess on my hands." Sebastian said.

"Of course I did. I've been working with death my whole life, I'm well aware that there are forces that live among us that are more than any human could ever handle. Do not worry about the mess, I'll clean it up. You should take your little Countess home for medical care unless you wish her to be measured for a coffin of her own a little early, tehe~." Undertaker said, his creepy voice still firmly in place.

"Oh, Kira?" Violet called.

The girl looked at her, hair falling in front of her mesmerizing gaze.

"Tell your brother that I am sorry for his loss as well as your own." Violet said quietly, offering her best attempt at a peace offering.

Kira nodded and left with Sebastian carrying her. Undertaker locked the door and then turned to look at Violet.

"Are you going to switch back to human form?"

"No. The transformation is exhausting for me since I haven't been practicing. I need to wait for about an hour before I return to my human form. I can shrink my size down to a normal dog size though without further depleting my energy, I'm not sure why." Violet said, transforming from a coffin sized wolf to a small one the size of a golden retriever.

"Hmm. I believe it would be prudent to have a conversation in the living room. I would like to hear what made you break cover like that." Undertaker commented, leading the way towards his living room with Violet trotting behind him.

Her silver coat gleamed in the light as she moved. Undertaker took a seat on the couch and Violet sat at his feet.

"Now, what happened?"

"She knew what I was. She called me a Meseinen-sha. I panicked and the only thought running through my mind is that she needed to be silenced. Forever."

Undertaker was silent. Then he laughed.

"Your quite the fighter. At first I thought that your Shinigami blood was stronger than your demon blood but one look at your performance tonight and I know that your sides are evenly matched. Our lessons will no longer focus on your reaper side since you've learned as much as I can teach you without you possessing a scythe, something that I don't believe would help you any. So now I will each you how to utilize both of your sides to create a deadly fighting combination."

Violet breathed out a sigh of relief. Undertaker patted the couch next to him and she hopped up next to him. She curled up pressed against his leg and closed her eyes, planning on resting until she was ready to transform. She felt undertaker reach over a hand and absentmindedly stroke her fur on her head in a soothing motion. It caused Violet to drift off with a smile on her doggy face.

Several days later she found herself helping Undertaker load the coffin into the back of a hearse. Then she was sent to get changed into something fitting for a funeral. She looked at all her black dresses and wrinkled her nose, black was not the colour she wanted to choose for this wedding. She had only known Madam Red for a small amount of time but to wear black, a dark and cold colour to her funeral almost felt rude. So she pawed through the dresses until she found a deep scarlet red dress and a black corset piece that goes over the dress.

She removed her clothing that was worn in case of a fight and instead put on the dress that fit her torso and chest perfect and put the black corset piece on overtop and laced it up. The boots and veil finished the outfit and she made her way downstairs to join Undertaker.

"My, my. You are quite the pretty little thing when you want to be, aren't you?" Undertakers voice called up.

Violet laughed and climbed onto the seat next to his and sat quietly as Undertaker gave a flick of the reins and they were off.

They unloaded the casket and she stood next to the Undertaker outside of the church and watched in boredom as crying people filed into the church. The priest came out and walked over to them.

"My lady, this creepy man is a mortician and not someone that a cultured young beauty such as yourself should be standing with. Come inside for the funeral." His voice was slimy and his eyes lazily scanned her body, a leer passing over his face.

Violet glared at the man and she felt a arm wrap around her shoulders tightly.

"That "creepy mortician" happens to be my mentor and friend so I'd take your third rate flirting act to someone who actually cares. I'd much prefer his company to a creeps like yours. Go do your funeral like you were hired to and leave me alone." Violet snapped.

The man's eyes widened and he looked up at Undertaker. Violet saw him shoot the priest a grin that communicated several unspoken threats. The man eeped and scuttled back off to the church.

Once he was gone she relaxed and leaned into Undertaker's side with a sigh.

"Men like him make me want to show them who I really am. It amuses me to hear stories of guys getting owned by girls that they try to pick up, it's funny." Violet said.

"Does that happen often?"

"Only when I'm in town. You run into all sorts of creeps down there. Most people leave me alone now since most of them know that I'm your apprentice and they aren't to keen to mess with someone who can make the, disappear without a trace. But the odd one tries their luck which is a pain to deal with." Violet commented.

Before Undertaker could respond another carriage, this one filled with red flower petals pulled up outside the church doors. Off the top seating area Kira Phantomhive and the Earl Ciel Phantomhive dismounted and walked through the middle isle with a confidence that amused Violet.

Ciel stalked down the hall and Kira walked at his side, her gait much like that of a cats. All eyes were on them as Ciel leaned down and pressed her forehead against his aunts and placed a scarlet red dress over her. Kira stood next to her brother and scanned the group, her eyes meeting with Violets and Kira winking with a genuine smile for a second before returning her expression to cold and detached. Sebastian opened the door and released the petals into the air.

As soon as people began to stand and pay their respects she and Undertaker left to go to the graveyard. They would come and retrieve Madam Red's coffin later. They arrived at the grave and Undertaker finished burying the coffin. Once he was done he settled on the side of the headstone and Violet stood next to him quietly. Once Ciel had been by to see the grave they would head over to the church and bring her coffin over to her plot of land to be buried and have a headstone set up.

"Are you done Undertaker?"

Violet and Undertaker looked up to see Earl Ciel Phantomhive approaching purposefully with his sister at his side. Sebastian followed the two close behind.

"Of course! I cleaned her up and buried her. See? My last client from the Jack the Ripper case. She was from overseas so not a soul claimed her. And so the kind Earl built a grave for the nameless whore." Undertaker singsonged.

"I am not kind. I knew that I would not be able to save this woman. If only I had thought of this woman's life. There were a number of ways I could have saved her but I did not attempt any of them.. I knew she could have been rescued but my first priority was to catch Jack the Ripper. I knew that I would not save her life. I knew...and I let her die. Just like I let my own flesh and blood die."

"Do you regret it?" Violet asked, stepping forward to Undertakers side.

"No. Jack the Ripper is no more. The pall on the queen has been lifted."

"Queen Victoria hmm? Can't say that I like her one bit. She only looks on from afar and makes the Earl do all the tough dirty work."

"That is the fate of our family. It has been handed down for generations along with this ring." Ciel stated coldly.

"That ring is practically a collar hmm? It binds you to the queen through the chain of fate."

"The one that decided to put the collar around this neck is me."

A moment of silence and then the undertaker moved lightning fast and grabbed the earls tie and yanked him forward, towering over the boy and gently running the knuckle of one finger down the exposed throat.

"I pray you do not hang yourself with it one day. I would find that gravely disappointing."

A moment of tense silence and then the undertaker released Ciels tie and tuned to leave.

"Feel free to visit me. The lord, the lady and his butler are welcome anytime, hehe~." Undertaker ambled away. Violet stood and looked at the startled boy, for even with all that power and money he really was just a boy.

"You may not regret the death of your aunt but you feel it greatly. Do not try to force yourself not to feel loss, for losing the ability to feel your emotions will be your undoing little Earl." Violet warned. Ciel stared at her in shock and she dipped her head.

"I wish you well little Earl. Hopefully the next time we see you it won't be to prepare you for your own funeral."

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