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Chapter Six : His Thug; Undertaking
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"So... Where are we?" Lau had asked as soon as all of the beings stood before the parlor door.
Red was focusing on the entrance and how, abnormally creepy it looked, it didn't bother her much really.
"Weren't you just acting like you knew all about it?" Madame hollered through her butler who raised his hands in defense of the raging female.
"The young masters acquaintance is an Undertaker." Sebastian spoke gently pulling Red back from behind his Master, to gently whisper in her ear.
"He won't hurt him either Miss Glass, remember that, I'll tend to your wounds upon your return to the town house, I admire your restraint, very well done." He had said before calming following his master, leaving her without another word.
Red Wing was speechless, Sebastian had never once spoke good about her to her face before, it, twisted something inside her chest, however she shook her head.
She was on duty, and as such she couldn't let such things into her mind.
She then quickly followed Sebastian into the dark parlor.
"Are you in Undertaker?" Ciel had called out, and according to her, it seemed no one was home, that was until her hears heard a faint, and she meant faint chuckling which soon echoed about the room.
"Hee~ Hee~! I've been expecting you...," A coffin which seemed to be parallel to the wall slowly began to slide open, revealing a green eyed male, a long grey haired main on his skull, about the same length as her own.
"I bid he wellllllllcome, Lord Earl... Has your Lordship finally decided to step into the coffin that I've made specially for you?" He asked as a teasing joke, which made Red crack a smile, he had a good sense of dark humor.
"I think not. Today, I am.." Undertaker presses a finger to his child lips.
"You don't need to put it in words. I understand veeery well... what Milord wishes to say." Undertake responded a fingernail long and black tapping his lower and glossy lip.
She noticing the scar around his pinky, around his neck, across his face, even then he still looked handsome.
About the same as Sebastian, however he seemed to have a more bright manner about him.
Undertaker had began to connect his fingers as the smile of joy spread on his lips.
"She wasn't a "client" in the "ordinary folk" sense of the word. See I cleaned her up riiight nice and pretty." Undertaker responded.
"I want to hear about that." Ciel responded.
Undertakers smile grew, he turning and motioning us with the black cloaked covered hand.
"Then let's have a chat. I'll make some tea or something. Won't you just have a seat somewhere over there?" Red Wing and everyone else had looked about the room, wondering the same thing.
'Over where?'
After some time and resented ordering we all had found a spot to sit in, only she stood up and against the wall. She wasn't a sitter, not after being bed ridden all those months ago.
"-Now then. You want to hear about Jack the Ripper, yesssss? The yard's starting to get their knickers in a bunch about it now, but," He opens a lid to what seemed to be a cookie jar. "..this isn't the first time I've had a client like that." He then bit into a bone shaped biscuit.
Everyone stiffing in their spot on the many coffins around the room.
"Not the first time? What do you mean?" Madame had asked.
Undertaker had a straight face as he held the cookie between his lips.
"In the past, there've been a number of cases... involving murdered whores. But their intensity and cruelty continues to escalate. The yard failed to notice because the murders weren't terribly bloody at the outset... but all the prostitutes killed in Whitechapel had a little something in common." Undertaker finished putting yet another biscuit in his lips.
"Something in common?" Ciel spoke.
"You say?" Sebastian followed.
"Well, what could it be? Whatever could it be? Wouldn't you like to know?" Undertaker teased, leering and closing the biscuit jar.
Red Wing bit her lip, she knew the answer, but she kept it to herself, barely. She knew saying it and getting it right would look suspicious, so she sealed her tongue.
"I see. That's how it is. Being an Undertaker is only his facade for normal society. How much do you want for the information?" Lau had asked with a perked smile.
"How much?" Undertaker practically rushed into Lau's face.
"I do not desire a single one of the Queen's coins." Then he glanced to Ciel who jumped in surprise.
Undertaker held his shoulders, a smile and a bit of drooling coming from his lip.
"Now Milord, give it to me... bestow upon me the choicest "laughter! Then I shall tell you anything!"
He then rushed to his 'desk' then lied over it, giggling and chuckling.
Red Wing then walked up behind Ciel.
"That creep." Ciel spoke.
"Now Now Ciel." Red had said to him leaning over to his level for a moment or two.
"Heh, Lord Earl. Please allow me to handle this." Lau had presented himself before the Undertaker.
"People have called me the sleeping Tiger of New Year's parties in Shang-Hai and now I shall demonstrate that in full!" Lau roared like the tiger he was so referring to.
"A fool of the futon."
There a was a quietness that lingered in the air.
"That wasn't even a joke, that was a statement." Red had popped off practically killing the single bit of pride Lau had.
"I agree." Ciel said promptly.
"You'll never do Lau... very well. Madame Red, Star of social circles shall share with you her best tale!" She then stepped before the Undertaker, however before she could get the first few words out Undertaker who was much taller than she had covered her ears with his cloaked hands.
'This probably isn't that bad,' She spoke in her mind. However she didn't try to pull away. His scent was nice and faint, delicate, an he was warm, that scent, it reminded her of her father.
She looked to Sebastian who had Ciel's ears covered as well as Madame just kept babbling and babbling.
'Why, why am I just letting him do this?'
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"Miss Glass, Glass." A voice, one she barely recognized spoke to her, gently shaking her shoulder.
Her eyes widened and she had quickly aimed a gun to the speaker, her barrel against their chest, her finger squeezing the trigger slowly, before she realized whom it was.
"Hee~ Hee~ easy now, you mustn't shoot me, Milord wouldn't certainly be crossed with you," He paused and gently held her hands over the gun.
"S-Sorry, you just startled me, I, I didn't realize I had fallen asleep, I never do, at least when I'm alone.." She had sat up, rubbing her eyes to see she was sleeping in a open top coffin.
"I see, you had fallen asleep during the Madame's story, then they said once the crowd cleared I could take you to gather the information on the next client." He had said holding out his hands, helping her stand.
"Yes I'd appreciate that that you." She had said as she was helped to her feet, she then slipping her gun back into its rightful holster.
Undertaker extended his hand for a shake.
"The name is Undertaker, we never did formally meet and since you'll be working for the Milord it's best we get to know one another." He had said.
She had smiled a small amount and then shook his hand with a firm grip as she was raised.
"The name is Red Wing, Red Wing Glass."
He tiled his head, his smile falling.
"Glass, Glass, that name sounds so familiar, so familiar it does.." He held his chin.
"It does..?" Red asked confused.
"Yes.., but I can't pin it down.. I'll remember eventually, I always seem to, come we must collect anything we can before I tend to her for Milord, then I must return you back in due time. Milord was quite clear he wanted you back before Midnight." Undertaker said his smile growing back ever so slowly.
"Thank you," Was all Red Wing could say at that point, so with a heavy stride, she made her way towards the murder scene, hoping to find some answers.
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