A Grim Reapers Daughter (Black Butlers Undertaker x oc)

3: My names Undertaker

he looks creepy yet harmless, like he just wants to make u laugh. 😊

Victoria's POV:

I felt warm, and I was sitting down on something hard and . . . wooden?
When my vision focused I saw coffins, weird cups, and a guy holding me by the shoulder and arm. "Are you feeling better now dearie?" "Where am I?" He got up.
"Hehe, you're in my shop, The Undertakers Parlor," he came five inches from my face, "would you like to be fitted for a coffin?" A vampire should only be afraid of three things: a steak, the sun, and garlic, but now I'm afraid of four. I don't know if I was shaking in fear, or if I was still cold, I mean he put a towel over me.
"There all warm, I hope you don't mind but your coat is in the back drying."
"*cough* Thank you." My voice sounded raspy . . . that's right, a drink. "Excuse me mister—'
"Oh no excuse me, I never introduced myself, not even when I told my shops name." His hand came out from his long sleeved robe, "I'm Undertaker." We shook hands, "pleased to meet you, Undertaker, I'm *cough* Victoria." He started laughing. "Yeah I get it, I've the name of the queen, but I assure you I was not named after her." I coughed again then he stopped laughing. "Here, have some tea," he said. "Uh, why's it in a measuring jar?" "Heehee, because I have no need for the queens money or her tea sets." This human is weird, well maybe just a sip.

Undertakers POV:

She drank that tea in a second, poor thing must've been running for hours and got thirsty. Must be hungry as well. "Here, have some of these." "What are they bones?" "Why yes, hihi nice and warm bone biscuits." She ate them like the young Earl did on that ship back to London. While she ate and drank, I stood behind her and dried her hair. "Now it's late at night and raining, so you're going to stay here." She turned around, "no no, I wouldn't want to be a burden. I mean I already ate most of your food." There was one biscuit left. I sat back down next to her. "If I saw your face in the newspaper, covered in blood, I would never forgive myself for letting you walk out."

Victoria's POV:

I'm sure there're sad eyes behind those bangs, I'm already sad tonight, I don't want another person sad, or worse. Broken. I looked around, "where'm I gonna sleep?"
"Come with me." He helped me up, still holding me by my shoulder.
Up these flights of stairs was a small room, nothing but a mirror, a trunk for clothes, and a coffin for a bed. "I hope you're alright with a coffin," Undertaker said. Oh you have nooo idea how alright with it I am. "That's fine." He looked in the trunk and brought out a robe, "I'm sure this'll keep you warm all night, but there's a blanket in the coffin just in case. Put your clothes outside the room and I'll go dry then." He walked out. This strange man, he looks creepy but is so kind.

Undertakers POV:

About a minute after I walk out she puts her clothes and shoes out. I take them down stairs to clean them. "There's something about her," I say to myself, I go back up to check on her, and she's out cold in the coffin. Her red eyes were closed, she looked both dead and alive, and her hands were in fist like they were ready to attack. So when I covered her with the blanket, I made sure to be careful. When I covered her, her hands then opened up a bit, and a small smile formed on her lips. "You're special," I said quietly, "and I'm gonna find out what and why."

💀🖤the next day🖤💀

Victoria's POV:

I woke up in a coffin that wasn't mine, and in a small room. My mind went back 24 hours—Harry, his brothers, run—then came back to present day.
"Undertaker." On the trunk were my clothes and shoes, I got dressed and followed the humming to his small kitchen. "Oh, you woke up, hehe, I was about to take your breakfast up," he said. It was a boiled egg and a bone biscuit shaped toast. "Sorry if it's not—"
"No no it's fine, uh, got any orange juice?"

💀🖤time skip🖤💀

I told Undertaker I'd be out for a few minutes, he said he wanted to talk to me, but I needed to do something first. I used my vampire speed to get through the allies, when I snuck back in it looked like there were men in Hubert's place. I didn't have much time, I went into Harrys flat, got my diary, then—
"I'll check the top flat." I jumped up on the roof, and when the man came a few feet in, I flashed out and got back to the Undertakers parlor. I came in the front door, and he was in the exact same place he was when I left. "Undertaker?"
"You're a vampire, aren't you?" "W-What?" Why'd I stutter? "You don't have to lie to me dearie, you can trust me," I find that hard to believe, "besides, I saw a spark in your red eyes when you saw a coffin, you drink fast—I'm assuming you haven't had blood in a while—and one minute you're a little pale the next you're not." I put down my diary, inhaled—closed—my green eyes, and exhaled—opened—my red eyes. "There's no point in hiding it, you saw my true form last night."

I went at full speed . . . how the fuck did he catch me and turn me around, holding my hands behind my back at a good grip. "I don't want to hurt you, Victoria, not because I want to talk, or because you're a lady, but because it looks like you've already been hurt." He let me go . . . and I dropped to my knees. "You're right, Undertaker, I have been hurt . . . by humans . . . but the one that hurt the most happened two months ago, and yet it feels like two years on my 115 birthday."

Undertakers POV:

She told me about her fathers death, about her family-like servants having to leave her to keep her safe, about the disappearance of her fathers friends who took care of her ever since she arrived. And the whole time she talked, her fangs began to come out, her hands became fist, but her eyes . . . her red eyes dropped tears. "Now all I-all I have left is this diary." It was raining tears in my chest.
"I have nothing, Undertaker. Nothing." "That's not true." Red eyes looked at me.
"You have me, a strange but kind man who'll keep you off the streets. You'll stay here and help me out a bit," I wiped her tears with the bottom of my sleeves, "and don't worry, I'll find a way to get you blood." She hugged me a bit hard, "thank you *sniff* thank you." What was I gonna ask her? . . . oh right. "Well now that you're staying here, I just have one question to ask you, how old are you?" ". . . Did you not her me say 'felt like two years on my 115 birthday?'"
"Hihihi so you're one hundred and seventeen in vampire years, and seventeen in human." She started clapping and talking to me like I was a dog, "very good Undertaker, I wish I had bone biscuits to give you." I chuckled. "Well what are you like in your fortes?" I fell down laughing, if only she knew how old I was.

💀🖤time skip🖤💀

Victoria's POV:

It wasn't half bad here, except when I have to walk past his room where he makes his guest look beautiful, that stench of blood makes my fangs pop out. And if their clothes have blood stains . . . well, let's just say vampire speed not only helps me run fast, but also clean the clothes. Once the cloths are hung up and drying I clean up the front—sometimes people come in and have to tell a joke since someone won't take money—then I help out with the coffin—if the guest is a female I like to add little designs on it—by the time I'm done it's three and work is over. After a long day I pore myself some wine and ice. Undertaker said he has friends in high places and that's how I get my wine, sometimes I wonder if the blood is from a child or an adult, but by the time I look down at the cup, it's gone.
Knock knock.
It's from the back door. If there's ever a knock after I drink, I make sure to rinse my mouth, turn my fangs back into teeth, and turn my red eyes green.
I opened the door slowly, "helooly shit!!!" These hedge cutters almost cut my head. I ran to the front of the parlor running into Undertaker. "Victoria are you alright?" "Y-yeah, but some guy almost cut my head." "Who?" He sounded angry.
Ding.
"That guy." "I knew I should've just used the front door." He shot his cutters at me again, but Undertaker stopped them with his hand. "Hello again, Will."

"You two know each other," I said. "Long story," Undertaker said. "No not really, now I need you to hand her over." That Will guy pushed up his spectacles. Undertaker put me behind him, "why would I do that?" "Because she's on the to-die list." I moved my head to look at Will, "a what?" "A list with the name of souls reapers have to collect, because they are going to, are destined to," the way he looked at me creeped me out, "or should've died." ". . . Reapers, as in, Grim Reapers? Gods of death?" "Hehe you learn fast dearie, maybe that'll help when you become one of us." "When what?" me and Will said.
I looked at Undertaker, but his hat was gone, and his bangs were out of his face. There were yellow-green eyes looking at me.