You Wouldn't Believe Me if I Told You (Black Butler)

Chapter 6: Coffins. Coffins Everywhere.

Last updated: Feb. 28, 2016

Thistle's POV

The Undertaker stared at me quizzically. Even after I pointed toward the figure standing in front of us, he didn't show any sign of seeing it. I shook my head and blinked a few times. The figure was gone.

"I think I'm going insane." I announce, looking over to the Undertaker. I couldn't really tell what he was thinking because of those bangs of his. He just chuckled. "You're weird," I tell him.

"I am weird?" He asks tilting his head a bit to the side. "You are the one seeing things." He chuckles again. God, I swear the Black Butler world is messing me up.

I sigh and look away from him, scanning the street again. There was still no one around and the fog still hadn't lifted. It was dark and the shadows in the fog were a bit eerie. A bit? I mean very eerie.

I felt something touch my shoulder and I shrieked, letting go of the Undertaker's hand. The Undertaker started to chuckle and I realized it was him who touched me. I looked away from him in embarrassment. The Undertaker grabbed my hand again and started to lead me forward.

I figured we were heading to his shop so I didn't bother asking where we were going.

It was a moment later that I felt that weird feeling in my head again. I decided not to be troublesome to the Undertaker and tried to hide it. I just hope it isn't a big deal.

<>Time Skip<> (Outside the shop)

Thistle's POV

The shop was just as creepy as I thought it would be. The Undertaker opened the door and pushed me in.

The first things I was greeted with were...

Coffins. Coffins everywhere.

Some were leaning against the wall, on the floor, everywhere. They were all different shapes and sizes. Larger ones and even... small...baby-sized ...ones. To be honest, they didn't really freak me out that much. I just thought it was odd that he would have so many.

I shook my head and looked over to the Undertaker who was grinning and watching me intently. I raised an eyebrow at him and took a slight step back.

"Do these scare you at all?" He asked me, seeming a bit intrigued. I shook my head. "Not at all?" He urged and leaned down toward me. I shook my head again.

"...No, but you do." I fearfully told him as he was now in my face. He chuckled again but still didn't move. Since his face was covered by his bangs, I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

My face began to heat up as he inched ever so slightly closer. I could feel his breath on my lips, making me heat up even more. My heart thumped in my chest and I couldn't breathe. 'I-is he going to kiss-'

"Your eyes changed," The Undertaker announces, cutting off my dirty thoughts. "They're a different color." He reached up to move my hair away from my face. 'OH MY GOD.'

I started to blush an even deeper red than before. His fingers felt cool against my now heated face. And I think he knew it.

"Um..."

<>Elsewhere<> Third POV

The woman shrieked a piercing shriek. She clutched her arm and fell to the ground. The person before her held a knife in their hand, poised and ready to strike again.

The woman tried to back away from her attacker but, since she was in an alley, that would not likely happen. While still on the ground, the woman tried to kick her attacker's legs from out beneath them, but to no avail. The attacker had easily dodged all of her attempts.

They rose the knife above their head and brought it down swiftly across the poor woman's neck. Blood gushed from the fresh wound and soaked her clothes. She choked and choked until she could no longer breathe. Her head lolled to the side and her arms fell limply against the ground.

The woman had died at the hands of a cold-blooded killer. Said killer was now grimacing down at their work.

"It is truly a shame to see such beautiful young red blood be spilled. Oh well, it can not be helped..."

Find out what happens to Thistle in the next chapter!