Patient of Eternity (U n d e r t a k e r ) [Kuroshitsuji 1] {Completed}

Enter, Undertaker

Creak.

The tall man, sheathed in his baggy clothes, runs his fingers along the edge of the polished wood. Long, black nails carve out slim rivulets in varnish, and he smiles slightly; before giving a rare grimace. In that split second, he decides:

He needs a fix.

His footsteps echo a tad as he walks towards the door, the grey cloak falling to the ground in a puddle of fluid fabric. The scarf, a marginally lighter shade, is cast off with it. His hat is carelessly tossed back, skittering across the floorboards and slipping behind a shelf. Spidery fingers reach up and flick his grey bangs back, displaying glittering, malicious green eyes.

He smiles, a giggle rising in the back of his throat.

Undertaker pulls open the parlor door and steps out, shutting it gently behind him, not bothering to lock it. There's nothing in there worth stealing that wouldn't... bite back. Another chuckle bubbles on his lips as he starts to walk forward, intent on leaving the buzz of the more 'respectable' part of town. His lips begin to twitch, and the tip of a pink tongue glides along the lower, creating a deliberate, teasing gloss. His heels click along cobblestone in anticipation as the dresses of women begin to appear shabbier, the men less noble. 

Both with dark intentions.

 A lady in a dusty, violet dress and bustle is perched on a wall, skirt rucked up over the knees, leaning over with her corset untied and bearing unsightly flesh. Undertaker tuts to himself as he spots a male on the corner, staring at her. She makes eyes back, unaware that half the street occupants can see the flash of a knife underneath his sleeve and say nothing. The grey haired man finds himself laughing, yet again. How disgustingly evil-minded some humans can be. Though what he plans to do is far from honorable, he doesn't give any mind to it; the compulsions that come with this mortal body can be downright unbearable at times. And now, all that matters is that his hunger is sated.

Undertaker leans back against the wall, flicks thick, ashy hair from his eyes once more, and lets a wicked smile pull at the corner of his lips.

This is an originally written Black Butler / Kuroshitsuji fanfiction for the Kuroshitsuji Watty Awards 2013. I do not own Undertaker, Vincent Phantomhive, Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michaelis, or any character that may make an appearance from Kuroshitsuji during this story. Kuroshitsuji is the property of Yana Toboso, but the story line and OCs are mine.