Bloodless, Thornless, Lifeless (UndertakerxReader)

Bloodless, Blood-stained, Blood-red

Hey Guys! So like nobody reads my stories so it doesn't matter but this is going to be an actual story. Like more than a one shot. I know. You're very impressed. Hope you enjoy!

You felt not one, not two, but possibly a hundred, tears dribble down your cheeks as you clutched Lizzy's body tightly, nuzzling her neck.

She was your sister, your one and only, and now she was gone, and a blood-splattered cloak of Hell shielded your vision at the thought.

Lizzy.

Gone.

Dead.

It couldn't be happening- you refused it to be true. Murder, right in front of you she had been murdered, and all you could do was sit and watch and cling to the last image you had of her smiling.

And now, as you stared at her lifeless form, she wasn't smiling. Her face was twisted in a knot of terror, he eyes blank and skin pale. You had to look away before... Before...

You dropped her, running over to the side of the building, vomiting. It was utterly disgusting, the whole thing. The whole thing was so wrong, so... Morbid. You shivered, the winter air wrapping itself around you, holding you close, along with its cold partner of loneliness.

Turning, you wiped your mouth on the sleeve of your coat, and stared.

Her blonde curls were so perfect, and her eyes still held their flawless color, though not as bright. Her dress peeked out from under her coat, the coat that was once so pure and white, and now was stained with darkness and red.

You crawled forward, pulling her onto your lap again, just staring at her, not wanting to believe there was once a knife in her perfect body, or that the same body didn't contain a life that you loved so much.

So so much.

"Lizzy... Why did you have to go... You promised... You promised me so many things..." Tears washed away the dirt on her face as you pushed a piece of hair off her forehead.

Footsteps rang in your ears. Someone was coming, and you immediately got scared.

What if it was her?

And, even if it wasn't, how bad would this look? You, sitting there, holding a corpse that's blood matched the liquid on your own clothing?

"Hello...?" A voice slithered into your ears, making you shudder. A tall figure appeared before, dressed in black, with long, silver, hair dancing in the moonlight. It covered his eyes, but not his lips, which held a confusion in them,

"My, what do we have here...?" The shadow meandered over to you, crouching down, staring at your younger sibling.

"I... It's not... I didn't... I mean... She's... I..." Your sobs contradicted your usually smooth speech.

"Shh... I know you didn't... I know who she is as well... Lady Elizabeth..." You flinched as he reached down and touched her eyelids. "May I?"

"Can I look, just one more time?"

"Yes, be my guest." He removed his hand.

You stared down into her eyes, absorbing the picture deep into your mind.

You had always envied her eyes, so bright and shiny, so glorious.

These weren't the same eyes. They were cold, empty.

They were dead.

"Thank you..." You looked away as he shut the unknown eyes.

"I'm sorry for your loss..." His voice, you knew, usually didn't sound this sad. It longed for humor, not depression, you could tell by the tone.

"I just don't know what to do now... What to tell the police, what to do with my sister, how to tell people, how to tell Ciel..." You're crying took over your words again, and your clung to Lizzy, who would never cling back. "I'm so scared..."

"Death isn't something to fear, my love," The man tilted your chin upward, "It's inevitable. Sometimes, though, the clock of life falls from the wall, and breaks, stopping it before the time was even up, and there's nothing we can do."

You looked into his hair, searching for any sign of a pair of eyes. Finding none, you turned your head away, looking back down at the revolting sight of your sibling.

"If you wouldn't mind, I could make her pretty."

"She is pretty!"

"I could make her seem alive once again, excuse my failed use of words. I'm known as the Undertaker, and it would be my honor to take your sister in as one of my little dolls..." The Undertaker had an eerie feel, and you didn't trust him. He seemed like more of a necrophiliac than a mortician.

But something about him made you want to believe him, even though you didn't. You knew you didn't.

But at the same time...

You nodded, standing up with Elizabeth in a bridal hold. You swayed back and forth, and the Undertaker grabbed your shoulder to support you.

"This is very sudden, all of this, please, let me carry her..." You didn't respond, but when he went to grab her, you didn't resist. You were so tired, yet awake. So dizzy, but yet so focused.

All you wanted was her to be back... That's all you wanted...

And for once in your life, the one thing you wanted...

...Was that one thing you could never have.