Ace of Spades (black butler)

Prologue

"Mother! Father!"

My brother and I shouted as we sprinted around the mansion trying to find where our parents went. The mansion had suspiciously caught fire and was burning rather quickly. My twin and I took a left and opened the door towards the end of the hall. There, sitting in a chair, was our father.

"Father!" we both cried in vain. It was no use. He was already dead along with our mother.

"Come on, Ciel we need to get out of here! The fire's starting to spread more!". My twin looked at me and nodded once, understanding what I meant. We both bolted down the staircase and through the front door only to be captured by pairs upon pairs of hands.

"Ciel! Ciel!" I cried.

"Shut up you little brat! Come now boys let's get otta here before Scotland Yard comes." 

"No! Alexa, I won't let them take you! Let go of me!" We were both thrown into different carriages and that was the last time I ever saw my brother.

They took us to a place where they tortured us. To this day I still don't know the name of it.

One day I heard shouts and screams. I tried to look out but that was impossible. I had no windows in my room. All of the sudden, it got quiet.  I stared at my door but nobody came to it. I felt a sensation on my right eye. It stung for a few seconds then it was gone. At that moment I thought it was just a speck of dirt so I didn't worry to much. Thinking that this was the only chance I had to escape, I leapt towards the door to find it unlocked. As I crept across the ground I found a lab coat so I put that on since they never gave me clothes. My head swivelled left and right but all I saw were dead bodies. I giggled like a crazed little girl and ran out of the place. Once I got out, I saw it was raining cats and dogs.

"So I see they didn't take me out of London." I walked along the sidewalk until I bumped into a man.

The man had on a black trench coat with a greyish sash going across. His white hair was covering his eyes and it went all the past his hips.

"Excuse me girly, but what's a pretty thing like yourself doin out here alone?"

"I have nowhere else to go." He looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I gots me an idea. You can live with me. Yes. Yes indeed. Come now we don't want the pretty girl to get cold,  do we?" He helped me up and we started walking towards the middle of town.

"What's your name?" I looked towards him.

"I'm the Undertaker. What's yours because I can't keep calling you pretty girl."

"I'm Alexa."

"Alexa ay? That's a pretty name. I'm gonna call you Lex from now on." I simply nodded. We came to a stop in front of a shop that read 'Undertaker'.

"What kid of work do you do?" I asked while we walked in.

"I take the dead and make them pretty again."

"Sounds interesting."

"Most definitely." We talked for a while longer util he told me I could go and bathe while he searched for some clothes for me. Going up to the bathroom I looked into the mirror only to freeze at the sight. On my upper right arm was some sort of weird crest. I was all bloody and filled with bruises. That wasn't the thing that bothered me though. It was the strange symbol that now covered the colour part of my eye and the way to the pupil. It looked like a star in the middle with some sort of ring around it. My eye was no longer the deep royal blue as it once was, no it was a dim shade of purple. As quickly as I could, I turned away and took my bath. It stung at first from all the cuts but I got used to it pretty soon. The cuts that stung the most had to be the ones from the 'punishment' whipping I got only a few hours before. I stepped out and wrapped a black towel around me right as there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," In walked the Undertaker carrying what looked to be a shopping bag.

"Here ya go my'lady and after you're done I'll help ya cover up your eye." He shut the door after that leaving me to my thoughts. I quickly got dressed in a large, pitch black shirt. I pulled the stockings up to just over my knee caps. I pulled the door open and descended down the staircase. "My my you really are a pretty little thing. Come over here so I can bandage up that eye of yours. You know I've seen crests like that before. They're never a good sign. How'd you get yours my lovely?" he started working as I talked.

"Well, I was in my room when all the sudden my eye started to sting and in a few seconds it was gone. I thought it was just some dirt so I didn't really pay it much mind." He nodded and sat back. My eye was now bandaged and so I could only see out of my left eye.

"Do you know of any stories about demons, grim reapers, or angels?". I shook my head.

"Do you believe in them?"

"Well speaking that I've never heard of them I have no reason to believe. If you're willing to prove me otherwise, please be my guest." That's how it began. My life after that night. The Undertaker would tell my story after story and even trained me to fend for myself against those creatures. I have to say, without the Undertaker, I don't know where I'd be.