Silver or Black [Undertaker x Reader (ft. Sebastian)]

I.: Prologue

     Evening was slowly turning to night when you finally sat down on your luggage after whole day of walking. You've been feeling nervous and desperate the whole day and it only got worse now that all the shops (and potential employers) closed for the day. You see, you got only few pennies in your pockets that weren't enough even for paying for a room to stay the night. So you basically had no money, nor a place to stay. You angrily kicked a rock at your feet and felt hot tears welling up in your eyes. It was a month already that your parents kicked you out from home and therefore you didn't have enough money to continue your studies at faculty of medicine. Just imagine it, all your hard work came in vain. How hard it was to get accepted too (oh, did I mention it was also one of the best schools in England?)! And now you were homeless, without any money or family to support you. You sighed and let the tears flow from your [e/c] eyes.

     Suddenly some noise came from house to your left. You heard some music and shouting coming from inside and noticed there was a big sing saying "Terry's Pub". You felt a shiver run down your spine. A pub. You were sitting in the dark, alone, unarmed and near a pub. Then the doors opened and obviously very drunk man stumbled out. You nearly shrieked in horror as his eyes met yours. He smirked and licked his lips. "Well well well, what dooh-do we have here?" He hiccupped. "Please don't come closer." You whispered. The drunkard didn't pay any attention to that though. You were paralyzed with fear and so he was soon only few centimetres from your face. He gripped a fistful of your [h/c] hair and pulled up. "You're a pretty, very pretty lady you know?" His breath stank with alcohol and fish. Who eats fish when he's drinking for god's sake? He lifted his other hand to your face and caressed your cheek. "So pretty." He whispered and leaned in to kiss you. That's when your instinct to survive kicked in and you pushed your thumbs into his eyes as if trying to claw them out. He let go of you and you run down the street on your wobbly legs, screaming for help. Soon you hear him screaming curses at you, he's getting closer and closer and you start crying again. You're crying so hard you can barely see the road in front of you and you're so scared your tongue just doesn't cooperate, you can't call for help anymore. And then you run, blind but still run.

     You hear the drunkard right behind you and take a sharp turn left. You think everything is lost. Just one last desperate "HELP!" leaves your throat. And in a moment there's a hand covering your mouth and second one snaking around your waist. You're kicking around, trying to scream. Someone's long fingernails (black you notice) are digging into your cheek but it doesn't hurt. They pull you inside and close the doors. You hear drunkard's screams outside. You breathe so fast you just might pass out, still trying to scream. "Shhhh, Little one, you're gonna wake up death." You hear a calm voice behind you and you stop fighting. You're exhausted anyway. "Good girl," he says and you feel he's smiling, "now, if I let you go, promise you won't scream anymore?" He asks and you nod. First he let's go of your waist and then even the hand covering your mouth disappears. You only notice that the room is quite dark, only a few candles glowing, before dropping to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest and crying even harder.

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Undertaker's POV

He watched you for a while in case you needed something but seeing how you were he understood that he can't help you much. He sighted a bit and went to the back of his house/workplace to make some tea in the kitchen. Before the tea was ready, he placed some bone-shaped cookies on plate. Then he took both the cookies and tea back to the room you were in. He placed the objects on the coffin (how were you not scared by that he didn't know) you were leaning on at the moment with a soft thud. You jumped a bit and crawled a bit farer from him. Normally it would make him laugh, he loved scaring people but right now he wanted to make you understand that you're safe. "Don't worry, you're safe here." He smiled at you, not gaining much trust since you couldn't even see into his eyes. "He won't come here that I can guarantee to you." He chuckled. Really, who but the Earl Phantomhive would come to the Undertaker this late at night? He smiled as you nodded. "Here, have a cup of hot tea and cookies, maybe?" He said as he stretched out his hand with both the tea and cookies. You took the tea and looked at him for the first time.

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Reader's POV

You examined the half of his face that was visible and noticed rather long scar that continued even under his silver bangs. He had extraordinary long hair with a single braid on the right side. The colour made him look old, but his face looked young. He wore a long black robe with a gray scarf tied at his right hip. He also had a ridiculously looking hat on his head. Overall, he looked a bit silly but kinda cute. "We won't have much fun if you stay silent like this." He grinned. You quickly drank your tea as you didn't wanna talk much and at him with sleepy look. He sighed and stood up. "Should I show you your room for tonight?" He asked and you, again, nodded. You got up and followed him to the second floor of the building, not really paying attention to your surroundings. "Here we are. Call if you need anything, I'll be right where we first met." He chuckled and you just walked to the bed in the middle of the room and literally fell into it, fast asleep. He smiled and closed the doors.