CHAPTER 28

It seemed that these transfusions happened depending on how much Ciel exerted himself; every 3 days if he didn't do anything too physical or every 1 or 2 days if he has been walking around. The first few days after the first transfusion, the Yard had come around with questions regarding the younger twin's activities, meaning the zombie child had exerted himself to the brink of collapse. What that meant for me you ask?

Well, I was hooked up to that machine for three days in a row, feeling like a sundried tomato in the Sahara. You might be thinking, why aren't you dead? Well good question because, quite frankly, I don't know either.

Thankfully, the Yard had a few questions for me, seeing as I was working closely with Sebastian and the younger twin, so I was given a short break from being a living Caprisun. I gave out some vague answers, pretending to be flustered and confused at the whole situation because snitches get stitches and I wasn't a snitch. Finally, the Scotland Yard decided that this was the best they'd get from us and left us.

"You're quite the loyal thing aren't you?"

"Jealous?"

I smirked at the older twin as he stared out the office window, watching as the last of the officers were leaving the grounds.

"Hmmm, not particularly. I too have a loyal dog with me."

I knew he was talking about Undertaker because that guy stuck to Zombie Ciel like gum to a shoe. The guy was immensely protective of his revived master, even getting quite upset with me when I had threatened to strangle the kid.

"Well, you have Undertaker and your brother has Sebastian. In my eyes, both of you have issues and you're being enabled by two feral supernatural beings. At this point, I'm starting to think I would be better off stay away from the lot of you."

I said with a fatigued sigh, propping up my elbow on the desk as I rested my head against my hand. The older twin gave me an amused grin as he sat back down at his desk and we continued to work our way through the endless documents. Then it was back to giving transfusions. This time around, Lady Elizabeth came to visit.

"Ciel, is it possible to let her have more of a break? She looks really tired. Are you doing alright Jessie?"

"Oh, yeah no perfectly fine. It's not like I'm having my life literally sucked out of my body against my will."

Lady Elizabeth flinched slightly at the harsh tone in my voice since I had never spoken to her like this and I felt bad immediately.

"Sorry…I didn't mean to sound so harsh. But I literally am having my life sucked out of me like every 2 or 3 days and it gets exhausting. It's like having a parasite."

"Please don't say that about Ciel."

"It's okay Lizzy. Thank you for caring for me."

I rolled my eyes. Fucking gross. Poor girl doesn't even realise that she's being manipulated by a zombie.

"Anyway, we are done for today right?"

"Yes, I was hoping you'd be so kind as to prepare tea for Lizzie and I. I'm sure Lizzie would like something sweet?"

I knew that he was trying to order me around in the guise of being sweet to his fiancée, and Lady Elizabeth could see the tension in the room.

"Oh well, both of you must be exhausted so it's alright, I am happy to just remain here by your side as a source of strength."

"It's alright Lady Elizabeth, I don't mind. Any requests?"

"Something with strawberries?"

I nodded at her request and pulled the needle out of my arm, at this point I was numb to the pain. I headed into the kitchen and prepared myself to make a strawberry shortcake. Thanks to Mr Tanaka, our pantry was always full, so I didn't have to worry about missing ingredients. Baking was soothing and reminded me of when I used to stress bake before exams.

Halfway through making this shortcake, I debated mixing in some rat poison to kill off the reanimated Earl but then I would end up killing Lady Elizabeth as well. And besides, it would be a waste of a good cake. Once done, I brought the cake upstairs along with a tray of freshly brewed tea and placed it on the table between Ciel and Lady Elizabeth.

"It looks beautiful Jessie! Thank you."

"You're most welcome. If you need anything else, please call me."

I took the tea tray and headed back into the kitchen to clean up. The menial chores did great at making sure my thoughts didn't completely overwhelm me. I had wondered if my friends were safe, they were up to and if they were coming up with a plan to sneak into the manor and get me out. Though as a chronic pessimist, doubt filled my mind and every spare moment I had was spent planning my escape, factoring out Sebastian and my friends because I couldn't keep relying on them to get me out of this situation.

The sound of bell chiming broke me out of my thoughts as I looked up to see that I was being called back into the drawing room where Ciel and Lady Elizabeth were having tea. With a defeated sigh, I washed my hands and headed up.

"You called?"

I said, trying to hide the disdain in my voice but the words came out icier than what I intended.

"You can clean up the plates now."

Ciel retorted back with a grin. I glanced over to the now empty plates and felt the corners of my lips curl up. The both of them had demolished an entire strawberry shortcake.

"Wow, you're not so different from your brother after all. Both of you have quite the sweet tooth-"

"Please stop."

I looked over to Lady Elizabeth who was now staring down at the table, her entire body shaking with anger and something that looked like guilt.

"I don't want to hear this."

"Why? Sure he lied to you, but he never treated you badly. He cared for you and he risked his own life to save yours on the Campania-"

Lady Elizabeth stood up and slammed her hands against the table with so much force that one of the porcelain teacups bounced off the table and shattered on the ground.

"HE LIED TO ME! HE PRETENDED TO BE SOMEONE HE WASN'T! HE COULD HAVE JUST TOLD THE TRUTH AND I…I…I was fooled. You wouldn't understand Jessie. To spend these years loving someone who…"

Tears were pouring down her face as she glared at me, her face flushed with rage.

"Okay fair enough…I don't understand how you feel and I won't insult you by trying but let me make this perfectly clear with you. The Ciel that you and I were with for the past few years had to take over and fill in for his older brother and father who were presumedly dead. A young child who had just witnessed his family murdered and his life ruined and yet he returned to seek revenge and justice. Sure he lied, but he didn't do it with malicious intent. He did this so he could seek justice for his family. He is also the type of person who would rather keep the people he loves and cares for safe, even if it means they live their life ignorant to the truth."

I could see her eyes shift with regret and thought, as if my words had struck a nerve. Ciel stood up and pulled his fiancé into a hug.

"There, there Lizzie. You can be angry. And you…to think a servant would dare speak to a noble with such disrespect. I see that I will need to punish you. My brother has been quite lax with his servants…tsk, tsk, tsk…"

"I think being here is punishment enough. But fine…whatever you say…Young Master."

Ciel got up from his seat and with a swift motion, the sharp pain of his hand across my cheek bloomed. My head snapped to the side with a jerk and I could taste the sharp metallic iron taste in my mouth. It made me remember that he was a bizarre doll with superhuman strength and if I hadn't braced myself for it, my head might have actually flown off. There was a gasp as Lady Elizabeth brought her hands to her mouth in shock.

"Ciel…"

"I apologise that you had to witness this Lizzie but I cannot allow a servant to speak to you with such insolence. You may go now."

I didn't let the stinging sensation and the bubbling rage rise as I nodded, piling the plates onto a tray and then scooping the broken shards of the teacup into my hands. I wondered how easy it would be to bring one of these shards against his tiny little throat and cut it, almost wanted to try and find out but I saw Lady Elizabeth shaking at the violent display and decided against it.

With a short bow, I left the room and didn't return. I finished washing the dishes in silence, trying to cling on to any form of warmth and comfort the dark and empty kitchen had but when I was met with nothing but the chill and silence, I couldn't help the tears that escaped from my eyes or the sob that left my lips. I was fuming. My body shaking with anger, frustration and murderous intent. I swear I should have just fucking punted that little shit out the window…morality be damned!

I felt my legs begin to move, taking me to god knows where. Before long, I approached the large double doors of the wine cellar and walked in. I had grabbed one of the lanterns hanging on the wall and lit it. I found myself a bottle of white wine, popped open the cork with my dagger and began to drink. Slumped in the corner and curling in on myself as the flicking glow of the lantern casted shadows around me.

The dull ache that had been repressed since the start of this nightmare had begun to rear its ugly head and the strength that I had to push it down was gone. My eyes moved down to the blotchy purple and blue bruises on the crook my elbow and I took another swig. So much for not resorting to alcohol. How much longer do I have to stay here? What am I even doing here? I should have been gone ages ago. But now that Undertaker is aware that I'm trying to leave…he keeps stopping me. Fuck my life. Oh I'm out.

I crawled over to the rack and grabbed myself another bottle. I didn't even care what it was and took a swig from that one too. The aching in my chest was slowly becoming numb as the world around me began to swirl and sway. My face was soaked with my tears and the loose strands of my hair stuck to my face. I was aware that I looked like one of those girls passed out on the floor in a club bathroom.

My mind wandered to the previous 3 escape attempts, all foiled by the eccentric grim reaper. Each time I had waited until he was called into Ciel's office before making my attempt to leave, but each time, it seemed like he was one step ahead…something he had shared in common with Sebastian. My eyes were beginning to shut when a flash of bright light flooded my field of view, causing me to raise my hand over my eyes and wince.

"Fufufu, Little Assistant, are you there?"

"Nope. No one here."

I heard the footsteps stop in front of me and the soft clack of a lantern against the tiled floors. The quiet shuffling of clothes next to me as Undertaker squatted down next to me, a gentle hand reached for my red and swollen cheek.

"You have been hurt."

"No shit Sherlock. I've been hurting ever since being stuck here."

I pushed his hand away and took another swig of the bottle.

"Come now, what can I do to help?"

The softness and seriousness in his voice surprised me as I cracked open my eyes to look at him. His hair covering his face but I could tell that his eyes were carefully scanning my own. I felt my body ignite in anger as I dropped the mostly empty bottle of wine to the floor and grabbed his robes, pushing him against the wall.

"You want to help?! Then get me the hell out of here. Let me go to my friends…my family! Being stuck here like some fucking blood bag for that zombie child is torture. And you…you keep getting in my way. STOP GETTING IN MY WAY!"

"I can't do that my dear."

"Why the fuck not?"

I punched him repeatedly in the shoulder, taking out my pent up anger onto him. He didn't respond, only looking at my face as he brought his hand to my cheek, softly caressing the red and tender skin. The gentle gesture caused me to flinch, his cold hands strangely had so much warmth to them and I felt my rage falter. The tears began to roll down my face in a constant stream and the uncontrollable sobbing began again. My whole body shook as Undertaker pulled me into his arms, wrapping me in a safe and comforting embrace…something I had needed for so long. He began to stroke my head, the same gesture that I had missed from the silver haired reaper as he silently comforted me.

"Why won't you let me leave? I hate it here."

"I hadn't realised how much I had missed you. And seeing you throw yourself into danger because of that demon was…upsetting. You asked me a while back if I regretted sending you to stay with the Earl… I do."

"What?"

"My world was filled with so much death and sadness. As a grim reaper, that was everything I was surrounded by. There was no joy or excitement. Just despair and the cries of people witnessing death. But since you arrived on my doorstep, each moment with you has been an absolute joy. Our discussions, your presence and loving nature has brought back meaning into my life. That's why I treasure my time with you. You who brings me so much joy and laughter. I can't ever allow it to disappear again."

That's why he's always asking for laughs instead of money.

"Then is that why you always had such a sad look in your eyes?"

It was Undertaker's time to flinch as I pushed myself up from his chest to look at him. I brushed his hair from his face to reveal those magnificent green eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. In them, I could see myself, the fatigue and sadness plastered on my face.

"You get it…you know what it feels like to be alone in a world that doesn't give two shits if you die or not. A world that keeps moving on when you don't. When I woke up here, I was so scared and confused. One moment I was asleep in bed and the next I was in a coffin. I didn't know how or why I was here in an unfamiliar world. And when I thought I had finally understood and finally found my place another fucking thing happens and I'm back to square one. I hate it. I hate not knowing what to do and being at the mercy of someone else. I just want it all to stop."

Undertaker pressed his cheek into my hand, nuzzling it as his other hand wiped away the tears on my face, his fingertips brushed against the scar across my eye.

"You know what's funny though? You believe that I was forced into these dangerous situations with Sebastian and younger twin right?"

Undertaker nodded, rubbing a strand of my dark brown hair between his fingers.

"I chose to go with them, to throw myself into danger because it was so much better than sitting still and stewing in the constant rage and fear that I felt from being here, from this whole ridiculous situation. It was at least my decision and not someone else's. And if I died or got hurt, it was because of my own actions, not anybody else's."

"If that was the case, why not leave the manor? You could have returned-"

"Returned where? To your shop? After the events of the Campania, you weren't going to return there. That would be the first place we looked to find you and call me crazy, but I don't think you wanted to be found…especially by our demon friend. And if you meant return home…I won't be able to and even if I did, it won't be the same."

"And here I thought that I wouldn't ever find someone who understood how I felt."

I let out a laugh, realising that in its own twisted way, Undertaker and I were the same. Two people lost and alone and trying to find their place in the world. Only thing was, one of us was an immortal being with superhuman strength and the other was just a scared and anxious girl.

"If only you knew just how much shit we are all in. All of this shit that I do is for nothing. Everything that is going to happen here has already been decided and no matter what I do, nothing will change that. This life is just…pointless."

"What do you mean?"

I let out a deep sigh, hoping that all of the fatigue and hopelessness trapped in my body would finally leave me but all that was left was a deep emptiness.

"Want some?"

I lifted up the empty wine bottle, my head resting on my forearm as the world around me continued to spin.

"I am alright Little Assistant. I think you should stop though."

"Unless you know any other way to make me forget all of this nonsense, I will have to decline your suggestion."

I went to take another drink but Undertaker grabbed the bottle and yanked it out of my hand. I lunged forward to grab it, but it was already way out of reach as I slumped forward, falling face first onto the cold tiled floors of the wine cellar.

"I'm so pathetic aren't I? All of this bravado on the outside, but I'm actually so afraid. I don't know what to do anymore. There's too many unknowns and I have no control over my life. I'm just constantly at the mercy of someone else. I don't want that. I want to be free. I want stability and safety."

I began to sob again, crying into my hands as Undertaker hoisted me up so that I was sitting in his lap, my back pressed up against his chest.

"Shhh, it's okay Little Assistant. I am here for you. If want you want is stability and safety, stay here with me. I will care for you and make sure you never feel lost or afraid again. I will protect your happiness."

"Zombie Ciel told me that you wouldn't let me leave, not just because he told you to but because you had your own reasons. Tell me honestly Undertaker. I want the truth."

"Because you are precious to me and I don't want to lose you. While you were sedated…I was able to see some of your cinematic records. I saw your suffering and your death."

I flinched. My breathing had stopped as I whipped my head around to look at Undertaker. His glowing emerald gaze locked onto my face. He could see the panic in my eyes.

"You looked into my memories? Wh-Did you see everything?"

"I'm sorry for intruding into your privacy. But yes, I saw it all. I saw all of the times you got injured, from the fight with the redheaded reaper and Madame Red, the events of the Campania and even in Germany."

"You…saw when I…when I drowned?"

"Yes. I had gotten curious about why your soul was so different from everyone else. I was aware that the other reapers were unable to find you in their records and I wanted to know why. But even after looking through your records, I couldn't find the answer. All I knew was that you had died but somehow came back to life. And all of this had happened while you were around that butler."

I pursed my lips, the realisation that Undertaker had seen it all, seen my trauma and my most vulnerable moments. He had likely seen my interactions with Sebastian and I felt myself blush. But he was unable to see any interactions I had with Az or see my past life. Without thinking, I pulled down my uniform so that he could see the sigil on my chest.

"Then can you see this Undertaker? This mark on my chest?"

Undertaker stared, likely in shock that I had just pulled my blouse down in an act that most would deem quite scandalous and provocative. Only after I had seen the expression on his face, I realised what I had done. My face went bright red as I pulled my collar back up.

"Oh sorry, I-"

Undertaker grabbed my wrist firmly and the expression on his face changed from shock to something resembling anger.

"How did you get that? Did you make a contract with the butler?"

"No, it wasn't a contract with Sebastian. It was with something else, which is why I didn't die on the Campania. I can't actually go into details about it so if you have any further questions, I won't be able to answer them."

"But in the end, your soul will be taken by them."

"Yes."

Undertaker pulled me close, his breathing uneven as if he was wrestling with whatever was going on in his mind. I had never seen him like this before. Never seen him so angry. Each time we had seen each other, he always wore a smile on his face and his carefree and cheerful demeanour was something that made me forget about how dark and downright depressing this entire story was. It was comforting to see how clearheaded and calm he was because that meant he had control of the situation and you didn't have to worry about things going wrong. But now, seeing the distraught in his body language and his expression, I hadn't realised that there was something that could make him feel this way.

"You okay? It's not what I wanted either but what's done is done. Trust me, I've been through all stages of grief and I've been at stage 5, Acceptance, for a while now."

"I won't accept it. Seeing you with that demon was difficult but now, knowing that something has its claim on you. I won't allow it."

Before I could respond, Undertaker's lips found mine and his hold on me tightened, like he was afraid I would just disappear. Against my better judgement, I found myself falling into his embrace and I returned his kiss. Without even pausing, Undertaker hoisted me up and turned me around so that I was straddling him, my hands cupping his face as the kiss deepened and the intensity increased. One hand moved to my waist, holding me in place as the other caressed my cheek. Unlike the kisses I had shared with Sebastian, Undertaker's were intense but gentle, and filled with so much longing.

"Undertaker…how long have you felt this way?"

"Far too long Little Assistant. Don't leave me."

I brushed his hair away from his eyes which glistened with tears and a loneliness that I knew all too well. My heart ached…ached like someone had a vice grip around it and threatened to squeeze the life from me.

"I can't stay…"

The softness in Undertaker's eyes slowly vanished as the words left my mouth and instead, an icy flame began to flicker in its place. The grip he had on my waist tightened as he suddenly stood up, lifting me up as we made our way out of the cellar.

"Undertaker, stop! Where are we going? Put me down."

Not a single word left his lips as he moved through with haste through the now empty and silent corridors, leading to the servants quarters, specifically to the familiar door leading to Sebastian's bedroom. He pushed opened the door and stormed into the room, placing me onto the bed as he leaned over, trapping me between his arms and legs.

"Tell me you will stay Jessie."

I felt my body freeze as I heard my name leave his lips, the desire and longing that was entwined into my name. It was the first time he had called me by my actual name. When I didn't respond, couldn't respond, he kissed me again. However, the gentleness was gone and instead, a beastly hunger took over, threatening to devour me. Yet despite the fear and confusion, I couldn't help but fall deeper and deeper, letting the emotions and passion and hunger wash over me. The alcohol didn't make the situation any better.

I felt Undertaker's hands roam all over my body, each touch leaving me trembling and wanting more. One of his hands ran through my hair, tugging on the dark locks that poured over the empty bed sheets. The same bed sheets that Sebastian and I also had multiple intimate moments on. My body was on fire with each caress and I couldn't handle it anymore, I needed more. I began to press myself closer to Undertaker's, feeling his rough and muscular body beneath his clothes and I heard his breath quicken as my hands brushed across his chest, his abs and then lower.

In response, Undertaker's hand reached beneath my skirt, caressing my thighs and gripping it tightly, causing me to yelp as his long nails dug into the tender flesh. A small smile curled onto his lips as he pulled my hair harder, exposing my neck to him. His kisses began to trail down my neck, each sending tingles down my spine as I squirmed beneath him. When he reached my clavicle, he bit down hard and I hissed in pain, the grip I had on his clothes tightened as I scowled up at him.

"That hurt."

He chuckled kissing the now tender wound gently as an apology. I could feel how desperate Undertaker was to keep me here with him. His hold on me was so strong that I couldn't even sit up properly. He made sure that every inch of me was pressed up against him, afraid that if he relaxed a bit, I would escape.

"Why must you return to that demon? I can give you so much more than him. All he does is bring you so much suffering and hurt. I can give you safety and stability."

"It's not that I don't want to be here with you Undertaker. I just can't stand by what you are doing. It makes me feel sick knowing that I had some part in all of the pain and suffering that your experiments have caused. To be honest with you, I was very upset with you. I felt so complicated because I care for you so much. You were my first friend and I trusted you with my life. I thought, sure you were weird and a bit morbid, but that didn't matter because I could see that you had so much love. And to find out that you were performing experiments to bring people back to life and as a result, sent an entire ship full of people to the bottom of the ocean, created a cult and hurt…killed an innocent and dear friend of mine. I just can't put that aside."

"I'm sorry. It was not my intentions at all to hurt you. But you also know that the butler is a demon. A creature who cares for nothing but satisfying his hunger and lust for depravity. I just don't understand how you could choose that over me."

To be fair, he had a point. It made me think for a moment as to why I had felt so attached to Sebastian despite everything that he had done.

"I…that's a good question actually. But you misunderstand. I'm not going back because of Sebastian. I'm going back because of Ciel…I mean the younger twin. He's like family to me now and knowing that he has been branded a criminal, confused and in need of support and god knows where now…I can't leave him like that. Yes it's true that Sebastian won't let him die but he needs more than that. He needs someone he can lean on and trust. For God's sake, he's literally still a child! I can't bring myself to prioritise my happiness over it. That's why I have to find them."

The sadness in his eyes crushed me. So much so that I felt tears roll down the side of my cheek.

"I'm sorry but I have to go. Please understand and respect that. I agree that I would be a lot safer here with you but that isn't the priority here…not anymore."

He nuzzled my neck and placed another kiss there.

"You must be tired. Sleep now. I'll be here with you."

He gently slid down onto his back as I lay in his arms, little spoon to his big spoon. I pressed myself against him, feeling so safe and comforted in his arms. He gently stroked my head, brushing his fingers through my hair as the fatigue began to swallow me up and I drifted off to sleep.

It felt like a few hours had gone by when I felt someone grab onto my arm. The grip was strong enough to cause a bit of pain as I jostled awake. My immediate response was to lash out but my entire body felt heavy like lead, unable to do more than yank at the intruder holding onto my arm. My eyes took a moment to focus as I looked up to see a familiar dark haired butler staring down at me.

"Sebast-"

"Shhh, quiet."

I bolted upwards as Sebastian placed a finger to my lips. I looked about seeing that I was still in his room at the manor, except the reaper that I had spent the night with was nowhere in sight. That was when I noticed a cold and heavy thing around my ankle and looked down to see that I had been chained to the bed.

"That fucker…he did not…"

I hissed under my breath as the realisation that Undertaker had shackled me to the bed sank in. That asshole knew that despite opening his heart to me, I was still going to leave and so here I was, chained to a bed. I'm going to strangle that silver haired prick when I see him next.

"Never mind that! How'd you get in?"

"I have my ways. This is my room after all."

I saw the smirk on Sebastian's face grow, but then that was quickly replaced with a burning fury as I finally noticed that I was still completely naked and covered with evidence of my nighttime tryst with Undertaker.

"Oh…yeah about that-"

He ran a thumb along my lip and then with a firm grip, tugged my chin up so that my head was tilted up to meet his furious gaze.

"We will discuss that later. Now, I am here to escort you back."

I winced at the harsh tone in his voice and the promise in his eyes. Oh yeah, I'm definitely going to pay for this.

"Can I at least put some clothes on? I doubt the Young Master will appreciate seeing me in my birthday suit."

Despite being extremely angry at me, I could see his lips jerk up slightly. He turned his attention to the shackle and with ease, he snapped the shackle so that I was able to get off the bed. I quickly got changed into my discarded maid uniform on the floor and was swept into Sebastian's arms.

"Let's go."

I wondered where Undertaker had disappeared off to and wondered if he even noticed the slippery demon who likely just waltz right in. With Sebastian's superhuman speed, we flew through the corridors and made our way out the kitchen door. We had made it into the garden when suddenly there was a flash of silver and the sharp screech of metal slicing through air could be heard right behind us. Sebastian managed to dodge Undertaker's scythe as the reaper appeared on top of the hedges, smiling at me and Sebastian with a quiet fury that sent shivers down my spine.

"I'm afraid I can't let you leave with my Little Assistant, demon."

"Is that so? I seem to recall that she's not yours anymore. You gave her over to me remember?"

I pointed a finger at the Silver reaper, immense rage causing my hand to shake.

"You little fucker. You chained me to the bed. All that shit about safety and stability and you chain me up like a dog on a leash. Let's go Sebastian."

I didn't try to hide the hurt in my voice as Sebastian smirked at the reaper who took a step forward, scythe raised.

"As my lady wishes."

I hung on tight as the two engaged in battle. Sebastian pulled out his signature silver knives, throwing them at the Reaper who dodged and deflected them with ease. Multiple times, I felt Undertaker's fingers graze my skirt, almost pulling me away from Sebastian but the demon was faster. We continued to dodge and weave around the garden, avoiding most of Undertaker's attacks which were now fuelled with desperation as I was now clinging onto Sebastian like a barnacle on a rock. Despite his superhuman speed, Undertaker managed to cut Sebastian's cheek and his hand with his skeletal death scythe, blood dripping down onto my uniform.

"At this rate, you're going to get tired first since you have my added weight on you."

"Hmm, I wouldn't worry about that."

Sebastian cocked his head to the side as Undertaker lunged once again but stopped when suddenly a loud beeping noise could be heard from upstairs, specifically the room that Ciel was resting.

"You might want to attend to that Reaper. Your master might expire without you."

I saw the anger rise in Undertaker, his body tense with fury as he looked between me and Ciel's room. With a frustrated growl, he put away his scythe.

"Well played demon. Little Assistant…I will find you again. I promise you that."

And then he was gone.

"I hope you killed that little shit."

"I would have loved too but that revenge belongs to the Young Master. He specifically requested that or else this would have been over long ago."

"Hmm, fair enough. Where have you guys been hiding out anyway?"

Sebastian didn't answer as he leapt across the treetops and then eventually across the roofs of the townhouses. I could see his mind was focused on something else, likely the revenge he was going to enact on me for my traitorous body. If he's this upset, I wonder how Az feels. I shuddered at the thought, dreading the next time I would see them in my dreams again. I clung on tighter to Sebastian, trying to keep warm from the chilly night air. Eventually we arrived at a dark alleyway, a familiar dark alleyway.

"Oh, of course. Why didn't I think of that? I'm surprised the goof didn't turn you all in."

"Regardless, we have been given a temporary shelter away from prying eyes."

Sebastian opened the door as the sweet and sickening smell of drugs and smoke filled the air and I was once again greeted by Lau's opium den.

END OF CHAPTER

Note: I had to remove a whole section that included a bit of spice because Fanfiction doesn't like it T^T but it is on AO3 if anyone wants to read the uncensored version.