I stepped up onto the wooden track ladder which connected to the bookshelves of the library room, and fetched a novel from the very top of the ledge. 

With a frown knit together tightly I skimmed through that piece of literature as well, darting over each paragraph quickly, and efficiently. 

Undoubtedly now I had combed through every single book that mentioned anything about Vampire's within Ciel's vast collection of volumes, but I still hadn't found what I was looking for. 

Pressing my sharp claw like black index finger against the old, decaying novel in my hands I read quietly in a hushed tone. 

"Let's see... How Vampire's die... It doesn't say anything about it." I murmured angrily, tossing that book aside as well, back into its proper place on the stacked shelf. 

Drumming the pads of my fingers against the leather bound stories I traced over each golden inlay title carefully. The musty, ancient smell wafting into my nose. 

Slipping yet another book out of its rightful place I balanced on the ladder, leaning my elbow against one of its steps. 

"Vampire's are creatures of the night who, unlike Grim Reaper's, do not hold a needed position in the world. They mercilessly kill humans for their blood..." 

"Vampire's weakest time is in the day, and they cannot go out into direct sunlight." 

"Many tales have been written about the mysterious lives of Vampire's, and how they came to be..." 

"It doesn't say anything about how Vampire's die yet again!" I heralded, adding a bit of volume to the end of my sentence, which boomed, and echoed slightly against the book covered walls. 

With a click of my tongue I glared down at the threadbare black cloth book, gripping its watermark branded cover tightly in my hands while I stepped off from the rickety ladder. 

Though just as I was about to rifle through more of the novel filled sills I heard the sound of the chestnut hued door creak open, the turning brass oval handle unlocking with a "click", making me freeze in place as if I was being caught red-handed doing something that I shouldn't be doing. 

In came Sebastian who, judging his gaze, looked rather unfazed at my sight. 

"Pardon me, but my master wanted me to fetch him a book."

Fluidly, Sebastian found the one single volume that he so desired to retrieve, and pulled it out from the myriad of other ledgers. 

A bit awkwardly, I tucked the book about Vampire's that I had been reading behind my back, instinctively shielding the title with the palms of my hands. 

Sebastian, of course, glanced over at my little action, his keen self not letting anything slip from his judging crimson iris's. 

"Did you find something that caught your eye?" 

"Yes, I suppose..." I muttered out, his gleaming gaze practically seeing straight through me as if I were invisible, and he could plainly see the book that was netted within my clutches. 

"Tell Ciel that I'll be out for a couple of hours." I defused, hastily shoving the novel that I was holding behind my back into its proper spot on the shelf, and walking out of the library in a mad rush. 

Afterwards,  I fled the grandeur manor rather abruptly, and marched forwards, outside of rural England, and into the bustling streets of London. 

The air was brisk, and it bit at people's burnt hued cheeks as they strolled throughout the town. Light gray clouds loomed above the murky black, and brown buildings, and it was another bleak foggy day complete with warm wool coats, scarves, and umbrellas. 

With a stride of determination I shoved my way past the hoards of bystanders, nudging elbows with them, and nimbly dodging their feet as I walked ahead. 

I knew who I had to see to get all of the knowledge that I wished to find out, so that particular place was my main interest. I could search through countless libraries, read millions of books front to back, and endlessly scrounge up any detail I could, or I could simply go to him. The person who would solve all of my quandaries. 

I strolled past the main streets of London, deep into the far more dingy passages that were hidden mostly from the public eye, within the back alleyways, and soon I found myself in front of the shop I wanted. 

"The Undertaker" was what the bold black, and purple sign said, and outside of the gloomy worn place were an array of coffins neatly leaning against the brick walls. 

I opened up the creaky door, and heard the sharp "clang" of the hanging door bell chime above me. 

Inside were more coffins, and gravestones. Science beakers, and glass jars filled with various gruesome specimens were lined in tidy rows on the shelves. The room was dimly lit, and the only natural light came from the two thin windows which were carved out on the black door. 

The faint candles flickered with weak, yellowish flames, reflecting an iridescent light onto the many silver cobwebs that adorned the nooks, and crannies of the shop. 

The place looked to be rather rundown, and decaying from the inside out, but for being a funeral parlor it wasn't actually that unwelcoming as so many are. There was a sense of cheerfulness in the air, probably stemming from the oddball of a Mortician himself. 

After waiting a few minutes in silence I soon heard the sound of boots clicking against the squeaky floorboards, and then I heard a familiar laugh. 

"Hehehe~ Welcome to my little shop, Elsbeth Knight. I'd recognize you anywhere. Now tell me, do I have the pleasure of fitting you for one of my coffins today, my dear?" The infamous parlor owner questioned, stepping out from the shadows of the back room, a Cheshire cat like grin plastered across his scarred ghostly face. 

"No, I'm afraid you don't," I answered, my lips curving up halfway. "Though it is nice to see you again, Undertaker. I haven't seen you in a long time. I believe the last time I talked to you was when you were still working as a legendary Grim Reaper." 

"I'm retired now, and quite at home here," The eccentric, silvery haired funeral director said, his billowing black sleeve covered hand ushering for me to sit on the coffin beside him. "But, I'm sure you didn't come here to listen to me chitchat about my life. So, tell me why you're here, dearie." 

I sat down on the polished wooden coffin, and turned my head so that I was looking at him, his neon Reaper eyes just barely poking out from underneath his ash hued bangs. 

"Well, I assume that you know everything by now considering how in the loop you are with absolutely anything. So, you know what happened between Sebastian, and myself? And, then how now I'm staying at Ciel's estate." I publicized, earning a raspy chuckle from him. 

"Hehehe~ Indeed, I know it all. You poor thing getting betrayed by a Demon. Though I suppose that's just how Demon's are, you can't trust 'em. But, then again, you can't trust humans either." 

"Yes, you're right on that. But, may you please answer a couple of my questions for me?" I asked, and Undertaker just smiled, patting my head, his long black nails threading through my silky platinum strands. 

"Sure thing, and I'll even do it for free without the price of laughter since we're old friends." 

"How do Vampire's die?" I bared, getting straight to the point, and letting my desperation for knowledge seep out across my countenance. 

"My, my. What a question. You wish to kill yourself? Is this just because of Sebastian?" The retired Reaper conversed with a comical tone as usual, receiving a sullen look from me. 

"No, its not because of him... I've grown tired of being nothing more then a monster to everyone, and killing innocent humans. It was one thing when I did have the benefits of being with Sebastian, but that's gone now. I want everything to end really, and that would be solved if I were to die," I divulged. "But, anyway... Can't supernatural beings die by the hands of another supernatural being? Or, aren't their special weapons for killing creatures like us?" 

Undertaker tapped his chin, his emerald ring shimmering brilliantly. 

"Well, usually that be the case. Though I'm afraid that its a bit more complicated with you," He articulated, his wide smile decreasing by the second as he pointed at me. "You see, you used to be a human, but became a Vampire because Sebastian let you drink his blood."

"And what does that mean?" I expressed, now on the edge of the coffin, the serious expression webbed across my features that were outlined by the candlelight. 

"It means, my dear, that you can only die by Sebastian's hands," Undertaker confessed. "You'll live on forever, and ever unless Sebastian one day wishes to kill you. Something I doubt he will ever want." 

My sky blue orbs widened as his words sunk in, deep into the crevasses of my mind. That haunting sentence circling around, and around as I thought about what Sebastian said to me not too long ago. That he refused to let me die, and that he'd force me to live on, and on. The weight that his words meant now feeling like they were crushing me. 

"Sebastian won't ever kill me because of revenge. He said that he'd keep me alive against my own will for that's the only way that he can repay me back for giving him human emotions." I spoke up, my voice breathy, and coarse as if someone were strangling me. 

Undertaker however, looked pleased as fits of laughter escaped past his lips. He was enjoying himself to the fullest. The show entertaining him. 

"Hehehe~ My dear, you really can't see it after knowing that? The very thing that you have to trick him is within those few words!" He giggled out, making me look at him questioningly. 

"What are you talking about? What thing?" I asked, but Undertaker just hopped down from the coffin, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, politely dragging me towards the shops door. 

"You're a smart one, so I'm sure you'll figure it out. Now, run along. I must get back to my guests, they're such patient people..." The Reaper said, nearly bowling over with laughter again, and I still in a bewildered state just allowed him to push me out. 

"The very thing that I have to trick Sebastian is within those few words?", "For giving him human emotions." I said in my head, trying diligently to fit those two mismatched puzzle pieces together with no such luck. 

I suppose I did receive the answer to my burdensome question, but even with that now answered it just became a handicap. Knowing that I will be punished by Sebastian for all of eternity, and for what? What did I do to deserve this cold, hard truth? What did I do to merit the vengeance of a Demon who won't allow me to die? It should be the other way around. I should be the one seeking revenge, wreaking havoc, and doling out satisfying retaliations onto Sebastian for what he did to me. 

As I strolled back into the damp, soggy rolling hills of the countryside with the light of day drawing to an end I became more, and more angry. 

Allowing my mind to get the best of me, and by the time I was at the Phantomhive manor once more I was in no mood to talk to anyone. 

Though, there within the lit up doorway was the sight of the dark butler, the very man who I didn't wish to encounter. 

"You were out rather late. My master was bewildered by your lack of presence at the dinner table this evening." The black butler mediated, earning an icy glare from me. 

"Out of my way." I snarled, trying to push my way through the doorway, but much to my growing annoyance Sebastian wouldn't allow me to do as I pleased. 

Swiftly, he spun me around as if I were nothing but a feather to him, and bound my two wrists together with his gloved hand, his grip tight.

"My, aren't you quite ill-mannered tonight. Now, tell me... Did you find out something rather unsettling at the Undertaker's today?" 

My sky orbs grew wide as I twisted my head as far to the side as I could, seeing a portion of his much too pleased look in my eyes. 

"You knew all along that-" 

"You can only die by my hand? But, of course," Sebastian mused. "I took a peek at the book you were reading in the library today, so naturally I assumed that you had gone to see the Undertaker in London today for he is the one to get the answers from." 

The Demon was much too delighted in this moment, his grip only increasing around my wrists as ends of his raven locks brushed up against the nape of my neck. 

"Why do you think I had no concerns about leaving you so long ago? I knew that no matter what I was the only one who could kill you since I made you who you are today. It would only seem fit that I should also possess the power to end you as well." 

I scowled, wiggling out of his grasp before whipping my head around to face him, my back pressed against the open doors frame. 

"Then, please. Why don't you just kill me already? I have no longing to stay alive anymore, and obviously I must be a nuisance to you. Are you really so hellbent on your revenge towards me that you'll honestly keep me alive forever?" 

"Well, yes," The sinister Devil of a butler answered, tucking a few stray threads of my hair behind my ear. "As I have mentioned before its the only way that I can pay you back for what you did to me. Besides, my master is rather relentless with getting his own revenge, so as fruitless as I may find it, I thought why not give it a try?" 

I balled my hands up into tight fists as we continued to leave the door wide open, allowing the chilled twilight air to sweep into the foyer. 

"So, you didn't care about abandoning me back then because you knew this fact. Even though when I was alone, suffering so much, and in pain... It really didn't matter to you?" I adhered in a hushed tone, my strained voice getting swept up along with the autumn breeze, and Sebastian looked as nonchalant as ever. 

"I did care, Elsbeth, and I thought of you frequently, but ultimately I knew that I was the only one who could land the finishing blow on you." 

My stern glare only worsened at his remark, my piercing sky iris's practically dripping with the toxic poison of pure anger, but my expression, however, only seemed to fuel Sebastian's callous comebacks. 

"What? Are you perhaps upset because I didn't come to your rescue every single time that you were in trouble like I used to? You had to educate yourself on how to be a cruel, unwavering Vampire, and stop being such a cowardly human girl that clung to a Demon to solve all of her problems. Though granted, I did not think that you would have such a terrible life once I left." 

I listened to him speak, his words cold, and prickly like thorns. And, he continued. 

"To be quite honest back on that day when I saw you again I was a bit surprised to see you carry such a cold, deadly look when you first gazed upon me after so long. You used to always greet me with a warm smile, Elsbeth, but since we were reunited again in that cell you have yet to look at me, and treat me like how you used to." 

"So, you left me because you wished to have me grow stronger? You left because you wanted to do a stupid learning experiment with me!?" I shrieked out, my blood boiling with wrath, earning a smirk from Sebastian, his sizzling red eyes staring into my soul. 

"Well, there is a bit more to my reasons for leaving you on that day, but I do not wish to reveal the other basis as to why I left. Though now that you know half of the story, tell me... Do you hate me?" He avowed just as I was about to slap him straight across his face. 

I halted, the palm of my hand only a couple of centimeters from his cheek, and I was frozen in place. 

That question which sounded so bitter, and tart was something that I couldn't answer. I was mute, tongue-tied, and without words for that was a question that I couldn't make a sarcastic riposte to. Because, in truth I could never bring myself to hate Sebastian. 

Lowering my hand back down to my side I sighed, and went to go into the foyer, up the staircase. 

"Forget it, thanks to you my idea of dying is over, so goodnight."