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It was your mothers funeral soon. You, your sister and your father were in the carriage going to the Undertakers. Your sister had cried herself to sleep every night when she found out about your mothers death, your father stopped laughing and smiling. You, on the other hand, lost all of your emotions. You didn't speak to anyone anymore. You stopped feeling happy or sad. You looked out the window as the carriage stopped. You got out and walked straight into the building, your sister and father behind you. It was dark and there were coffins everywhere, but you expected this from the Undertaker. Above one coffin there was a man with long grey hair dressed in black. He had a scar across his face and he had long nails.

"Hehehe, are you here for Lady [L/N]?" The Undertaker said in an eery voice.

"Yes, we are." Your father said quietly, looking at the coffin. All three of you walked up to the coffin and looked inside. Your sister broke down in tears and your father hugged her. You just looked at your mother. She looked peaceful, calm and somewhat happy. You felt someone staring at you but you shrugged it off. You were used to it since the death of your mom. People would always give you looks of sympathy, pity or sorrow. Your sister ran out, sobbing, your father following her. You looked at your mother once more. You were about to leave when you felt someone grab your wrist. You turned and saw the Undertaker.

"You intrigue me." He smirked. You tilted your head. This was the first time you felt something after your mother died. It was strange. You blushed at how close his face was. He smirked even more. A part of you wanted to run out of that place and never return, but another part wanted to stay forever and never leave. You decided to leave but your mind had other plans, and you ended up kissing him. He smirked but kissed you back. Your face turned 50 shades of red. You pulled away and headed for the door.

"Hehehe, I'll see you soon." The Undertaker giggled. You blushed even more, if that was possible, and left, returning back to your emotionless expression.