A Grim Reapers Daughter (Black Butlers Undertaker x oc)

50: Celebration

I honestly didn't think I'd put a song from The Beatles and lady Gaga so early. I hope you enjoyed the concert.
Previously:
I made my scythe disappear, we all held hands, and bowed. "Goodnight London!"

Victoria's POV:

I was the first one at the limo and the whole ride home I didn't say a thing. I just sat there breathing, trying to believe if what just happened, happened.

🖤💀at home in the party room💀🖤

"WE DID IT," I shouted. Everyone was cheering and jumping, except Will just cheered. "A toast, to the first concert," Ronald said. "To the first concert," we all said, only I didn't have champagne, I had blood . . . that was gone in like three seconds. "Excuse me gentlemen."

Undertaker's POV:

She didn't go to the studio, I waited seven seconds before going after her. Not in her bedroom, not in the backyard, where is . . . she. "Victoria, what are you doing up there?" She was up on the roof of the party room garage. "Thinking," she said. I don't want her thinking alone, I got up there and sat next to her. "We were amazing up there me and you." She just looked at me and smiled. "You know I think you inspired reapers tonight, Victoria." "You think so?" I pulled the rose the little girl gave her from my robe. "I know so." She spun it around her fingers. "You think my parents are proud of me?" " . . . Your parents are proud of you, and Claudia as well," I said. She laid her head on my shoulder, "thanks dad."

🖤💀the next day at the GRDA💀🖤

Victoria's POV:

I was in my Sunday outfit, and though I had the hood up . . . I felt eyes on me. When I walked into the association, cheers woke me up because I was still a little tired from last night. "You were amazing." "Oh I cant get Alejandro out of my head." "When's your next show?" Then a chainsaw was next to me, pointing at everyone. "Didn't anyone ever tell you a lady needs her space." "Thanks, Grell." My office floor was another thing, they all saluted me with their scythes. "Boys stop your embarrassing yourself," I said. We all laughed and one by one they said I was amazing and that they loved the concert. "Finally my door. Oh Bobby, Ben, Jerry, Thanks for the help couldn't of done it without ya." "You know everyone on this floor will help you," Ben said. I went in my office and crashed on the couch. I can still hear them chanting my name. Vic-tori-ah, Vic-tori-ah, Vic . . . "Wait a fuckin' second." "Girl, you might wanna look out the window," Bobby said. I looked out, a crowd was forming. "Shit."

💀🖤downstairs🖤💀

I'm surprised we have security. When I got out I flew up a bit and the crowd cheered, I heard like two I love you. "I take it you all saw my show yesterday." They clapped. "Well you'll hear when my next show happens, for now I must do my job as a reaper like my father did, but don't worry. I'll never stop singing, because this is me." They chanted my name again till I left. I went back to my office, grabbed the handle, and then on the speakers. Will reapers 136650, Grell Sutcliff, Ronald Knox, William T. Spears, Alan Humphries, Eric Slingby, and Othello please report to the authorities meeting room.

💀🖤in the meeting room🖤💀

We weren't the only ones here. "Hey Dad, Sacha, Rudgar." "Hello my little—"
"Enough," the forth head said. Something tells me serious shit is about to go down. "You took a stadium without words from its owners, and put on a show when you should have been doing your jobs," the head said. "I would just like to say that I did tell the owners of the stadium what we wanted to do, and they said it was alright," dad said, "if you want proof I have papers they wanted me to sign in my office at home." They all looked at each other. "Bring those papers to us when this is over," the first head said. "Yes sir." "Now for those of you that work here, we should have you suspended for what you did," the second head said, "but I and another one of us here saw what you can do, Victoria, and you were amazing." One of the heads of the GRDA said I was amazing. "Oh, thank you sir," I said. "As for you two we will send word of this to the GRDA of Germany, and they will decide what to do with you," the seventh head said. "We understand sir," Sacha said. At first she was shaking but now she stopped. "Wait, before any of you say anything," I looked around, "I don't preform without any of them." "Dearie what are you doing?" Dad whispered. "They're like family to me, and I finally got to do something I love in my new home, so think about the worst thing you can do here . . . If you do that to any of us, you'll never see me singing in this realm again." I only heard a heartbeat . . . but I'm not sure who's it was. "Well then I hope you don't mind overtime for a week, even you two," the forth head said, "it's either this or have your scythes confiscated for a week." "I'll do the time," I said. "As will I," Grell said. We all nodded in agreement. "Very well you all may leave." "Bring those papers here in under an hour, 136649." "Yes sir." When we left the room Dad went to get the papers, and Sacha and Rudgar left for Germany.

💀🖤on the roof🖤💀

"You know I hate overtime," Ronald wined. "I know you do brother, but I meant what I said in there, I don't preform without my family." "Oh Victoria, I'm touched really," Grell said. "You know I've got some new ideas for show titles," Othello said. "Yes well we'll talk during lunch," I said. "Time to work boys."

🖤💀lunch time💀🖤

"Enchanted Forest, Twisted Tea Party . . ." I honestly didn't know what to tell him. "Othello, I'll keep them down in the studio and see what songs go good with the name." "Great." He took his sandwich and left. As if this day could get any more complicated. "Oh, mierda." (Shit) I turned around and a girl saved her food but spilled her papers. "Here let me help." "Oh no no, no tienes que—" (have to)
Using my magic I picked up her papers and evened them nicely, putting them on the table. "Need a seat," I said. "Oh . . . Gracias." The girl was tan and with wavey brown hair. "I guess that means 'thank you' from your country, what's it Spain?" "Si, I was transferred from my GRDA here, pero mi (but my) English is a bit . . ." "Bad," I finished the sentence for her. "Si, soy (I'm) Patricia," she stuck her hand out, "I'm Victoria," and we shook. "Oh I know te vi y (I saw you and)" she started mumbling so much Spanish. "Ok ok slow down girl, I mean, Patricia. You saw my show last night?" "Si and it was . . . increíble." (amassing) A girl who can't exactly speak English liked my show. "Thank you . . . Is that sheet music?" "Oh qué (what) this no no és (it's) . . . Oh well you caught me, on my free time I like to write music, pero . . ." She started eating. "What?" "No puedo cantar, I cannot sing." I took one of her sheet music, "then I'll sing it for you, what's this say?" "como la flor, like the flower." Something popped into my head and was flowing through my veins. "Hmmm . . . Latin Blood." "Qué." "Patricia, what if you teach me to sing in Spanish and I help you with your English," I said. "I don't—"
"Well I hope you know by the time you clock out, here's my address, see you tomorrow because I have overtime today."

💀🖤a week after overtime🖤💀

"Singing in another language, I don't know Victoria, you hardly sing in Romanian," Dad said. "That's because we only sang on special occasions, and it's usually happy birthday," I said, "but don't worry about it, we'll do in in the future." I was having lunch with him in his parlor when the Earl and butler came in. "Well well, you came earlier than expected," Dad said. "Yes I did, hello, Victoria." "Young Lord," I waved. After he and my dad talked business, he still didn't leave. "I'm actually glad I caught you in this place, Victoria," Ciel said. "I was hoping you could do another show at the music hall." "Why, did your boy band quit?" "No school," he said. I looked at my dad. "Please, and besides all I need are you, Ronald, and Grell." "Hmmmm when's the show?" Dad asked. "In three days at eight," Ciel said. "I think I'm opened, I just have to tell the others—maybe edit my to-die list—and I'll give you a list of the songs, Sebastian." "Splendid, I'm sure the show will be a hit," he said. And it was, I just took some of the songs from my concert and sang them at the music hall. It was such a hit that the next day the Earl called me and my dad to his mansion.

"You called, Lord Phantomhive." Dad just keeps giggling, he must be very excited about what the Lord says. "I did, and I'm going to be brief about it. The people love you and that makes the queen happy, so happy . . . That she'd like to meet you." I didn't hear giggling, I heard, "beg your pardon, Lord Phantomhive?"
"If you don't believe my master, look at this letter," the butler said. I took it from the trey. "The royal seal," I said, and I know it's sliced open but I recognize the figures that are on the gates of Buckingham Palace.

My boy, I've been hearing the name Victoria around the city, and strangely it does not have to do with me. I hear people say that Victoria is beautiful, has a lovely voice, and sings inspirational songs. And surprisingly it's at your music hall. So my guard dog, bring her to me for my afternoon tea, let me see just how beautiful she is.

"Three days shouldn't take long," me and my dad said.

Cliffhanger😈