Love After Death. (Completed)

Chapter 11*

LIBBY

My smile faded when I spotted the looks on Undertaker and Sebastian's faces. I immediately knew something was wrong.

"Undertaker?" I raised a brow.

A lopsided smile spread across his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head as he smiled slyly at me.

"Don't fret Deary." He wagged his finger. I rolled my eyes. I stepped beside him as Sebastian made his way to the young Earl.

"Have we discovered anything new?" Sebastian asked. His eyes glanced in my direction a moment before they flicked to the young Earl.

What did he say to Undertaker? His face is stoic and yet I sense there is a lot of emotion brewing beneath his cold exterior.

"This man is stitched rather oddly wouldn't you say?" The young Earl arched a brow.

I peered at the body and realized his stitching was similar to the scars Undertaker bore.

He had been sewn across his cheek up his nose and past his eye to his scalp. Cutting his face in half. I looked to his hand and sure enough his little finger had a ring of stitching.

His exposed neck showed more stitching leading beneath his clothes. I instinctively stepped closer to Undertaker. His jaw was tight but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Undertaker?" I turned to him.

"Hehe it is someone holding a grudge." He slightly shook his head. His voice seemed far away and I took his hand in mine.

I felt his eyes on me and though I couldn't see them I looked into his face.

"Don't fret Love. I will protect you." I smiled soflty whispering the words he's used against me so many times. He smirked and turned his attention as the Young Earl continued with his observations.

"His brain is still present, but his heart had been taken. This is different than the other bodies. This one also isn't stuffed. He was just a victim. A pawn used to show us who is behind this." His fingers clutched his cane as his eye narrowed.

"We know its an angel from the feather for sure?" Libby asked.

"Yes. It is most certainly a message from them, but whom and why?" Sebastian cupped his chin thoughtfully.

All eyes turned to Undertaker. He laughed and held his hands up as he shrugged. I pursed my lips.

It had to be someone who knew Undertaker. Someone who knew him intimately enough to know just where and how his scars wrapped around his body. Who would know that?

"That is what we need to find out." The Earl spoke irritably.
"Though after this message, they may reveal themselves to us soon." He cupped his chin in thought.
"Grell have you discovered who this man is yet?" The Earl asked.

"Er well, his soul is also gone and I havn't found him in my book. I may have to go to the library for research. How dull. Bassy would you join me? It will make it way more fun." Grell winked. Sebastian looked nauseated.

"We will go." Undertaker spoke up. I turned to him and he smiled.

"I promised to protect you." He laughed. I pouted at his joke but agreed. If this helped us come closer to discovering the culprit then I will do whatever it takes.

"Is that really nece-" Sebastian began.

"Fine. I don't care who does it. Put that thing on some ice or something. If we no longer need it then get rid of it. I have a meeting to attend and cannot be bothered." The young Earl spoke in annoyance.