hanté

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what do i do? i smile and wave.

"it's so good to see you!" alois exclaims. "you're a sight for sore eyes."

"it's good to see you too" i say, even though i just saw him earlier.

"let me help!" he takes a few bags off of my arm and calls for his butler. "claude! come get her bags and deliver them to her manor!"

"it's really oka-" in a second, my bags are gone and so is his butler, claude. i just blink and try to process what just happened.

"let's walk" alois says. his eyes stay on me. we walk down the stores and the streetlights turn on, lighting the sidewalk more.

"i've missed you so much" he says. "i came by today and sebastian said you weren't there, why would he lie?"

"i don't know" i answer quickly. "he must've thought i left or something."

"good thing i came here," he chuckles. "now i get to have you for a while."

he grabs my hand and we start walking faster. i notice the streets we're going down are getting much vacant.

"wait where are we going?" i ask. he doesn't answer straight away so i stop walking. "alois, we should head back."

"i love hearing you say my name," he says, looking up. his blond locks cover his eyes. "it should be the only name you say."

"w-what?" i stammer, confused of his sudden change.

"it's as if your mouth was made to say my name," he smiles wide. "like if you were made for me."

"i... " i don't say anything and turn to leave but his hand grabs my arm harshly. my head turns to see his blue eyes.

"you're not leaving... " he says. "you're not leaving me."

"let me go or i'll scream" i say, glaring. he stays quiet with his hand shaking as his grips get tighter. "let. go."

alois snatches his hand away and looks down so his hair covers his eyes again. i turn and start walking away fast.

where is the funeral home?

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i finally reach the funeral home that has coffins displayed outside. it looks dark in there.

"hello?" i knock on the door and it opens. i come in and see the place is dimly lit by several candles. "is anybody here?"

"hello... " i hear followed with some chuckles. i look around to the owner of the voice. i walk through the three rows of coffins until i'm pulled into one behind me.

i gasp and a hand covers my mouth and a bunch of hair covers my view.

"shh no screaming in my home" the voice whispers. a man with long grey hair. i squint and see scars running across his face. he's cute. he smiles and lets out a few chuckles. "you're such a doll, i'd fix you up so nice."

i control my breathing and realize he's straddling me. my cheeks heat up and i guess he can sense it because it makes his chuckles a bit more loud.

"i am the undertaker and who might you be?" he takes his hand off of my mouth.

"i-i'm y/n l/n" i whisper. "ciel's cousin. he told me that come here if i ran into some trouble."

he bites on his long nail and chuckles again.

"you'll be safe in my home... " undertaker says. "in my coffin."

my eyes widen a bit. the undertaker takes his other hand and sweeps up his hair from his eyes to reveal his green eyes.

"you're so flustered" he laughs. "it's so nice."

"um... " the air on the coffin is getting pretty stuffy. when is he going to get off? "could you get off, please?"

he chuckles and sits up while taking the coffin top off. i sit up on my elbows and wait for him to get out the coffin but he just stays there.

"we're gonna have some laughs in my home, y/n."