Chapter 43:

I laid on the floor breathing heavily. The wound was still hurting and there was still so much blood coming out of it. I somehow managed to stay conscious while I was bleeding heavily.

"Ah~ So you're their child after all~"

I painfully placed my hands in front of me and tried lifting myself up only to fall down as the hole in my back ached in excruciating pain.

"So... where is... that thing... they were gonna give me?" I breathed out.

"Nah ah ah~ Not yet. After all I have to fix you up!"

I coughed out blood. My vision blurred for a quick second but I held on to consciousness as much as I could.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

My voice turned slightly raspy as I spoke. I tried getting on my arms instead of my hands. The blood pouring from my back seemed to quickly dry in certain areas, causing less blood to spill from it as I laid there. I turned towards the undertaker as I slowly got onto my knees. My eyes were narrowed.

"They told me this would happen, you see~"

"What?" I breathed.

"We would meet again! But I never would have expected under such... strange circumstances~"

"What the hell are you talking about old man..."

Breathing was getting harder for me and I knew it wasn't much time until I fell unconscious. The thought of death molded itself in my thoughts. It was inevitable and there was no way I could deny it.

"This is a conversation not fit for this time! However..." Undertaker turned towards the Earl and the butler who had fallen on the floor.

"You may have escaped the wrath of my scythe, but that doesn't mean that you don't bring misery to the Earl." He raised his scythe in the air. "I'll just have to make you disappear."

Before he could do anything, the ship shook and turned sideways causing all of us to slip. Ryan Stoker slid to the opposite side of the room and crashed into the wall. I slid to the railing on the stairs and held it as tightly as could. My right wing slid through and followed Ryan Stoker to the end of the hall. My eyes watered at the sight of it and the feeling of anger engulfed me as I looked back over the reaper that had cost me my freedom.

"Ryan Stoker," Grell began while standing on the pillar and the railing on the balcony, "born August 24, 1854. Death by falling accident on April 20th, 1889. No special remarks."

I looked at Sebastian who was holding Ciel and holding onto a piece of wood that was ripped off of the side of the balcony.

"You see, Bassy, there really is no time. I will be taking him, you can stay here and watch."

I looked around trying to spot the Undertaker. He had landed on a table on the other end of the hall where the doctor had died.

I knew that I needed him alive and I couldn't let the others take him in. I gathered the last bit of strength that I had and blinded the red and blonde reapers. They raised their voices in protest at the sudden block of vision.

"Is she doing this again?! The little wench needs to learn her place!"

I held on to the railing as Sebastian punched Ronald. He had beaten the reaper to a pulp by the time my energy was depleted. Grell looked over at me. He started walking over towards me until Ronalds body flew into him. He crashed into the wall with Ronald on top of him.

"Ronald!"

"Young reapers are too reliant on their scythes these days. You have all become so feeble."

Sebastian was holding onto the mower that was Ronald's scythe and was smirking as he laid a foot on it. Ciel was standing next to him as well.

"I see it's finally time."

"Undertaker!" I yelled. He looked over at me and a sinister smile formed on his face.

"I hate to end the party so early, but I believe it's our time to leave~"

I panicked as I was suddenly picked up and placed over a shoulder. I recognized the white hair to be the Undertaker's but couldn't get enough energy to resist.

My vision was blurring too fast and the blood loss was becoming too much.

"Celesta!" I heard the young master yell.

"Well it's finally time to say goodbye. It had been pretty interesting."

Sebastian attacked before Undertaker could get away. I grew nauseous as I was moved around. Instead of coughing out vile I coughed out blood. The rough handling was causing the blood in the back of my throat to raise.

"Take... Earl." I slightly heard.

My eyes began closing, consciousness fading away. Soon everything turned to black.

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My head was pounding for fiercely than it has ever done before. I moved my arm away from my side and rubbed my forehead in an attempt to ease the pain. It worked to relieve the a little bit of the ache, but the rest was coming from the back of my head.

I moved onto my stomach but stopped midway when I realized that I was in an odd place. Opening my eyes, I quickly looked around to see where I was at. It was an unrecognizable room.

I tried to gather the last thing that happened before I woke up and remembered the sinking ship and the many dead bodies that littered it. I remembered the blood that was splattered along the walls because of me. I remembered my severed wing and tried moving my hand to my back but groaned in pain. My vision became slightly blurry as the pain in my back grew worse than my headache.

Small tears streamed down my face as I realized I had become hopeless within a single night, completely useless. I choked on a sob and I curled myself into a ball, trying to get rid of the emptiness that I was beginning to feel. The promise that I had broken coming to the forefront of my mind.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I wasn't strong enough..."

The wing that was still attached to me twitched with slight irritant.

"In my opinion you were a lot better than the other two that called themselves reapers."

I opened my eyes and turned towards the voice. The undertaker stood by the door in the room, a candle lighting his face.

He was wearing his mortician outfit. The top hat was placed on his head and his bangs covering his eyes like they usually were. His robes covering every inch of skin, excluding his hands and the part of his face that could be seen.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I croaked. My throat was dry causing my voice to become hoarse.

"Well, dear, I owe your parents a big one since I've made a mistake~"

A smile adorned his face as though he was telling a joke. I narrowed my eyes, the leftover tears rolling down my cheeks.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well~ It was no secret that your mother was a chimera~"

I tried lifting myself up only to fall back down again. The muscles in my back were making it close to impossible to move.

"I wouldn't try moving dear, that was a nasty wound."

"No thanks to you, damn mortician."

I tsked and laid back down on my left side. I closed my heads and began small breathing exercises to calm my nerves. The pain in my back was slowly fading, the pressure it once felt when I tried lifting myself no longer there. My headache was slowly coming down as well.

"Where am I, Undertaker?" I asked with my eyes still closed.

"My home~"

A cough erupted faster than I could stop it. My back flared with pain with the sudden movement causing my cough to turn into a slight yelp of agony.

"I wasn't planning on sending you back to the little Earl too soon. After all, we have some things to take care of~"

"What are you talking about?"

The Undertaker walked from the door frame and closer to the bed. He stayed standing over my hunched over figure, a serious look adorning his features.

"There was something your parents told me the night that they left you..."

I looked up at him expectantly.

"Well?"

"You should gather your energy. There is someplace that I would like to take you but only when you're at your best!" His serious demeanor dissipated and his usual cheerfulness replaced it.

I sighed and dropped my head on the pillow. I wasn't the least bit happy with my predicament.

My wing was cut off, therefore I wouldn't be able to escape. My wing, as any animal would, helps with balance since it is attached to the area around the spinal cord. But since that was detached from my person, there is no way that I can do anything without a walking stick.

My head would be in constant pain because of the loss of limb as well.

I moved to lay on my stomach. I rested my head on the pillow, my hands underneath to raise it a little. I breathed heavily into the pillow, causing it to go warm from my breath.

Undertaker's footsteps left the room, leaving me alone in the darkness.

The quiet air was calming and oddly relaxing as I laid there. I looked to my right at nothing in particular and felt another single tear slide down my cheeks. And soon I fell into another slumber, the ache from back and head fading away into nothingness.

So I know this chapter wasn't too action heavy but I have been really busy trying to do my homework for college. Thankfully there isn't too much that I have to do for my classes but it is still quite a load considering that I have to take 8 classes for my first semester. Also, the next couple, maybe few, chapters will not be including Sebastian for obvious reasons. So if you're confused because you skipped this chapter I laugh at your misery because you had to come back because you confused yourself. Other than that, thank you all for reading and I will try updating as soon as I can. BYE ^_^