A Grim Reapers Daughter (Black Butlers Undertaker x oc)

9: You don't belong here

Don't worry he's not crying, that's just ocean water. If I ever see him cry again I'll lose it. Warning ⚠️ bullying, don't like don't read.
Previously:
There was a picture of a girl in a white dress, with a flower crown, on a pile of Lilys. She had one rose on her chest and her arms crossed. There was a blue rose leaning on the frame. It also said, you are my treasure Claudia Phantomhive.
"I thought I told you to make it quick."

Victoria's POV:

All his shadow was missing was a death scythe and he'd be a reaper again. "Victoria."
"I-I'm sorry I was just," as I walked to the door I looked at the picture, "who is she dad? Because she looks beautiful." He turned my head so I'd face him. "She was an old friend, if you listen to me and keep up the good reaping I might just tell you more." I nodded my head in agreement. When I left the room he shut the door, any harder and it would've been a slam.

💀🖤a week later🖤💀

I was walking to my office and there were reapers around it. "What's going . . . on?"
GO BACK TO LIFE BITCH was painted on my door and from that smell I knew it wasn't actual paint. Bobby, Ben, and Jerry helped me clean it up. "Go back to life bitch, they couldn't of come up with something better to call you," Bobby said. "Maybe they've only been doing this a year and then a girl comes in," I said. But Bobby's right, they couldn't of come up with something better.
The next day I got a 25 soul collection list and when I turned it in the lady said I had the wrong list. Mine had 12 souls. "Don't worry that happens sometimes," Undertaker said. "On the bright side your name goes up higher on the list of reapers." That night I didn't even eat, I just drank down a bottle of blood and went to bed.
On Wednesday I got mail, it didn't say who it was from, but I was getting bad vibes just touching it.

We know what you are bitch.

The door was getting unlocked. I ran to my room dropped it in the trash and jumped on my bed pretending to read a book. "I'm home my little lady reaper." "Good and tell me you brought dinner because I'm not making sandwiches again." His head peeked in, "haha, not unless you like Italian subs." He knew to move out of the way. There wasn't an Italian sub on the table, just pizza. "You tricked me again," I said. "Well don't lie and say you don't know what Chinese food is."
The rest of the week was good, until Sunday. Another letter.

We know who your father is.

I didn't know which one scared me more, the one that had to do with my identity, or the one that had to do with my family—weather it meant biological or adopted—or maybe this person knew about both. I'm gonna find out tomorrow.

💀🖤lunchtime at work🖤💀

Me and the girls were gossiping with Grell, when from the corner of my eye I see Damian and his crew coming. "Afternoon ladies and Sutcliff." He's next to me leaning on the table with his hand. "So me, my boys, and a couple of others were headed downtown tonight. You ladies wanna come?" I know he was looking at me when he said that last part. "Well unlike you temp workers we ladies have actual jobs," Grell said. "Dude you're a guy," one of Damian's crewmen said.
"Yeah, there's only one lady who reaps and she's not—" he went to touch my bangs, I grabbed that hand and twisted it. "Leave us," I said. "A-alright alright, god you don't have to be a living bitch about it."
Everything clicked: he's a temp worker—the lowest job in the Retrieval Squad—he's the first one who called me a name, and he lives just a block from me.

I threw him down, "you sent those letters, didn't you." "Took you long enough."
Damian jumped up, "yeah I sent those letters, matter of fact I also painted what was on your office door last week." I heard mumbling around me. "Why're you doing this?" "That's none of your business." "It sounds like you want to threaten me and the ones close to me so it kinda is." I was getting ticked off, one more word from him and I'd lose it. Damian turned around, three steps later he turned back and punched me. I tumbled to the ground, my spectacles falling off in the process. "You don't belong here, not just in the Retrieval Squad but in the GRDA. You're probably not even who you say you are, Victoria." He stood behind me, "go ahead tell them." "Alright you temp get back," I recognize those heels, "darling are you alright?" All that red, no one wears it better than him. I swallowed the blood, "Grell, take my death scythe and specs and get back." I took off my ponytail.

I was up, but my eyes weren't yellow-green, they were red. "I told you she wasn't a reaper," Damian said. "Then tell them what I am." ". . . A demon."
I facepalmed myself. "Have you ever seen a vampire before, seriously?" I pointed at my fangs, "I floss them twice a day." Someone shouted look out from behind.
I grabbed the guy and slid him across the floor.
This fight was pointless, now I have vampire speed and reaper speed. I had them hitting themselves. "*sigh* *sigh* you don't belong here. This much power *sigh* doesn't belong here," Damian said. "Well I'm staying and no one is changing my mind," I said. He's trying to get up, but I don't think his body can heal fast enough again. "*sigh* *sigh* your father is not who he says he is." I grabbed him by the tie and tightened it around his neck. "I beg your pardon?" "H-he he's a deserter, in fact he's the—" "leave my family out of this!" I threw him into the pile with his other three friends.
There was bitter silence in the cafeteria, then I opened my mouth. "My name is Victoria, former daughter of Count Dracula. I willingly became a reaper because I didn't want to die yet." I walked around the room as I spoke. "When I woke up a reaper, my right eye was red, my vampire powers weren't gone. I thought when I passed the test they'd disappear, but as you can see my past is still with me." I stood next to those idiots on the floor. "Now I'm a kind and helpful person, if you stay out of my way I'll stay out of yours. But if you want a battle," I stepped on Damian's hand, "here's what you'll get."
The speakers turned on, "Will reaper# 136650 please report to the meeting room." They buzzed off and there wasn't even a whisper in the cafeteria. "Well, you'll either see me tomorrow in striped trousers, or you won't see me at all."
I didn't even bother to take my scythe, there's a 50/50 chance I'll lose it.

💀🖤time skip🖤💀

Undertakers POV:

I got home and she was there on her bed. She looked like she'd been crying, then again that might be because she had Ecaterina's cinematic record in front of her. "The heads told me what happened." Not one word from her. "Why did you do it, why did you let him get to you?" She sat up. "Why did I do it, no why did you let me live."
Not this again. She looked around like a lost child. "Do I even belong here, Undertaker, in this strange world of the dead. Because if I should be in any dead place, it's with my friends and family." Victoria looked at the record and a tear started to form. "Dearie you're here because—"
"No, no don't give me that 'you have potential' shit, I wanna know why I'm here, why you let me live." I don't know what other reason to give her but this one.
I cupped her face, "you're alive because your father would want you to be. You have legendary blood in your veins, Victoria. You are what's left of his legacy, you have to live no mater what the cost." I dried her tears. "And trust me Victoria, I know my share of legendary bloodline and living on." She took my hands off her cheeks. ". . . Am I suspended or do I have another job at the GRDA?" "Thanks to your evidence and some reapers speaking up for you, they're the ones who got suspended," I said. "Oh really." She went to her mirror, her reflection looked like a ghost until both her eyes turned yellow-green. "Victoria," she turned to me, "if you ever doubt yourself, just remember who and what you are."

Victoria's POV:

I looked at the mirror. I am Victoria, once daughter of Count Dracula, now daughter of the Undertaker—former reaper# 136649–I am both Grim Reaper and vampire. I am the first female in the Retrieval Squad. I will come for your soul if it's on my list.

💀🖤time skip🖤💀

"Dad I'm to old for a bedtime story." "Really? Even if it involves a certain damsel who you saw in a picture," he said. I got comfy, "go on." He tapped his chin.
"I was in my reaper years and she was a child. I was watching the soul I collected get buried when behind me I heard a sweet, "who are you?'" I couldn't help but smile. "I was surprised, since we reapers can disappear easily in the human realm and only certain people can see us. Apparently a pare of sapphire eyes saw me and looked at me with both questions and joy. She asked me again, but I still didn't know what to say." He looked a little embarrassed. "I was in my reaper attire with my death scythe, she didn't look afraid, she just gave me a white rose. It was probably the whitest one in that bouquet, 'now you look less sad,' she said. All I could say was thank you because then her mother called for her. 'I hope we meet again,' were the last words I heard from someone that afternoon." He kissed my forehead, "goodnight my little lady reaper."
"Dad . . . What did you say your name was?" he went to my door.
"Well before I came back to the realm, I looked at my scythe and said . . .
'my name is death.'"