(A/N: Once again I apologize about how short the chapter was and how it had no creative flow. This one is much longer and is better than chapter 3. Thank you for even reading this fan fiction. ~Alfred~)
The Young Earl walked into the parlor; it was dark with only a few candles to give off light. Ciel walked in slightly further and called out, "Undertaker, we need information." The door suddenly shut behind Sebastian when he walked in. A coffin opened slowly and a bit of laughter filled the air, a shadowy figure stepped out. "Well, Is today finally the day~?" It laughed. The figure stepped into the light, Ciel looked at the man with an unenthused stare. "Is today the day you'll get one of me specially made coffins?" the Undertaker finished. Ciel sighed, "No it isn't. I need information on this person." He handed the grey haired man a file, inside it was a murder record. "This woman was murdered by the rumored Phantom Thief. I need to know if you "took care" of her." The Undertaker looked at the record, "You know the price young earl." He hinted. The young earl looked at his butler, who stepped forward saying, "I guess I shall do it. Please step outside young master, and do not look inside."
Ciel exited the parlor and waited. In less than a minute, laughter filled the air and caused a small earthquake around the aria, the sign fell over once again. Sebastian opened the door once it stopped, the young earl walked back in. "Now, answer my questions Undertaker." Ciel demanded. The grey haired man finished gigging and looked through the record, "ah~ yes. She was one of me recent guests, very messy as well but it didn't take long to fix her up." He spoke. "What were her injuries? They were not listed in the record." Ciel asked. "Her throat was cut open, but it seemed like the killer didn't think she was dead enough. No, they didn't. She had three gun wounds to the head and was stabbed multiple times. She had no known family and no relations. And she carried a baby inside of her, which was cut out." The Undertaker replied. He closed the record and handed it back to Ciel, who gave it to Sebastian.
After a little while, they left.
At Night; the stars were shining over London, a shadowy figure ran over the rooftops in silence. The figure snuck into a store unseen and stole its money, and then it left without a trace of evidence. It ran over the rooftops once again until it came across a woman, she was pregnant. The woman was Donna Green; she blessed her husband with a baby boy, she wanted to get home as soon as possible so she could get some rest. She felt a sharp pain in her back and she screamed, but no noise came out for a hand was covering her mouth. Just under her stomach was burning with pain; a knife was digging into her womb. She was in intense pain yet, she could not scream. Then, everything in her womb aria spilled out. A voice whispered in Donna's ear; "Why is London so over populated?" the voice was like nails agents a chalkboard, screechy and displeasing to the ear but, it was quiet enough to be unheard by others. It let go of her, but before she could make a sound, bullets flew through her head. There were no gun shots at all. Not even a sound could be heard. The figure looked at the fetus in the dirt; they pulled out a knife and stabbed it. The figure ran off into the darkness… not to be seen again.