I sat on the ground in a mourning dress still only this one was different than the first. My dress reached my ankles and was silver sleeved, they reached my wrists while i had a another black flower that rested by a grey one. I was sitting in front of my parents graves speaking to them like i would with a bouquet of flowers in my hand. The wind blowing my hair and dress when it moved. I smiled down at the stones while Ithrul and Savian hopped from my to the stones. Just coming here made me think of what happened jus one week ago.
~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~
It had been a few hours since i had left the Undertaker, and we had finished the preparations for the funerals tomorrow. We had picked the coffins and the stone were where i was heading to get made. I exited the parlor door as the Undertaker walked me out.
"Tomorrow the funerals are going to be at once at noon. I'll get to see you again deary." he laughed. I turned to face him and nodded giving him a small smile. He held out his hand and i took it in mine and gave it a shake. His smile never faded nor faltered and i found my voice.
"Thank you Undertaker. I really don't know what i would do if i would not have heard about your shop." I reached into my bag and reached for some shillings. Undertaker roses his hands and laughed a small bit before speaking again.
"I have no need for the queen's coins. So do not try to leave any." he said laughing. I looked confused but nodded to him.
"Again i can not explain to you my gratitude." I said and i took my hand out of his and placed a kiss on his cheek. His skin was colder than a normal one would be but i blame the cold parlor. When i back away i saw a faint blush just under his bangs and a huge smile on his face.
"Have a wonderful evening deary!" he said before closing his parlor doors. I smiled once more at the closed door and moved to the streets of London, the whispers of the passerby, i left the streets in a mourning dress but with a smile on my face. A black flower in my hair but tear of joy on my cheek. To some they thought i was happy that some one died but they did not know. Again the boy on the corner shouted for the paper at the murder at my manor but i did not cry nor stop at his words.
The walk back was much more pleasant and i even stopped and looked at the manor in a new light. This was where i was raised and my father before me. He died in this manor and so shall i when my time comes. The walls held the death of them but also every laugh that i shared with everyone there. Every smile was engraved in floors and every thing screamed out a memory.
Then the sound of alarmed cawing came from my room and a shadow passed my window from the inside. I held up my parasol and ran to the manor. I opened the doors and ran upstairs to my room to find it being searched by a man in another black suit. His eyes were yellow and he wore glasses on his face. He turned to me in alarm before disappearing.
I ignored the man and ran over to Ithrul who was laying on the ground obviously hurt by him, Savian was by his side cawing frantically. I scooped up my bird and walked him to my desk. His wing was bent and it would take a few days to heal and I pitied them both. I sat down on my bed stroking them both to calm them and just laid down.
Who was that man? Why was he here even though the manor still had someone in it. I was still here but it makes me think that another demon has come in search of something. First Sebastian with me in the streets, now this man? My head began to cloud with everything. Then it pulled back to the parlor where i had thanked the Undertaker by giving him a kiss. Strange fro me to do so but it seemed right at the time. I wondered if Sebastian and Ciel had gotten what they needed from him though, it seemed that i was only in their way.
The growing pain in my stomach came again as i still starved myself with this feeling. Water was my only form of sustenance and even it could not fill me up. I placed my head back onto the pillows and held my ravens close to my heart. They were my only family left. The darkness came over me even at the evening hour before i could change. I slept yet another hunger filled night.
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As London Skies Go Grey
RomanceYou are the daughter of a middle class business man and his wife. One day when you return to your home you find your mother and father dead as well as a few servants, and a red haired man standing there. The man gives you a piece of paper with an ad...