((Prologue/Summary/Info Regarding One Shot:
You the reader have an indefinite love for the Victorian Era and much so wish you lived back in the late 1800s, as it's now modern times and you disgust the world of today seeing as all your friends are fake. It's Halloween and you just so happen to be by the Undertaker's shop, you have a strong feeling to enter his shop on this Halloween night and you abandon your coward "friends." Upon entering, Undertaker takes you on an adventure like no other that also seems completely unrealistic. Quiet a Halloween treat you endure.))
"N-No way in hell I'm going into that shop!"
"Yeah, me either!"
"You're on your own!"
"Tch, you guys are pansies.. What's so scary about an Undertaker's shop? It's HALLOWEEN. Plus, if I recall, the guy who runs this joint is really cute."
"He's an old man!"
"Whatever! Still cute!"
You huffed and cast your eyes down to the ground at the negative comments towards your so-called friends. But, it's fine, they're the ones who are chickening out on the real fun.
"Whatever, go continue scaring little kids and taking their candy you morons, I'm gonna have some fun."
"Well, we ain't comin' back for you! So if you scream for help, die, or shit yourself, too bad."
"Sure, hope you guys get hit by a bus." With those words, you rolled your eyes and entered the dark, spooky and old 19th century building that still stood within London; leaving the cowards to scram.
"Kinda dark... But.. It looks beautiful in here.." You sighed gently within the dimly candle lit building, awing at the antiques and coffins covered in webs and dust. The building looked like it was undisturbed for a hundred years, but you knew that wasn't true. The general old feeling of the place gave you goosebumps of excitement. "I wish I lived here.."
"Do you deary?" A voice bellowed behind you as the door slammed shut.
"AHHHHH!!!" You screamed, surely you felt your heart would burst out of your chest. You tripped over your own feet in attempt to get away from the strange voice, but the hands belonging to said voice, grasped your wrist and waist to prevent you from piercing your skull on an old candle holder.
"You know, I haven't had visitors in a long while.. Living ones I mean!" The man chuckled wholeheartedly as you shook slightly. It was too dark to see him clearly, but you figured it was the cute guy that worked here. Sure you didn't know a thing about him, but you couldn't help but be strangely attracted to him even if he was indeed probably 60, having inherited the building from an ancestor. He didn't sound or seem old to you though, even for having long white hair.
"Y-Yeah? Y-You don't say?"
Suddenly, music began to play. You heard violins and the gentle sound of flutes and cellos with a touch of piano. You weren't sure where the music coming from, you figured it was a CD player but seeing as there was nothing modern about this place a record player may have been turned on.
"Have you ever waltz before my dear?" The man realigned his hand on your waist and grasped your hand, your arm naturally aligned itself on his shoulder for comfort. "Perhaps not, people of these days have forgotten how to dance." He snickered gently and began to pull and twirl you around the shop which seemed surprisingly roomy now. He was graceful and you followed his step, not as graceful as him, but you were able to keep up. This waltzing didn't seem too difficult and it captivated your senses. You felt like a doll, unable to work on your own anymore, you weren't sure why; maybe it was his touch.
The man hummed to the beat gently, his lips curled into an everlasting grin as his hair covered eyes cast down on your awe stricken features. The weirdest part about this whole experience, you felt like you were literally in a ballroom back in the late 1800s. Everything was so surreal it gave you indefinite fright and thrill. The ballroom was lit up elegantly, the man you continued to dance with was now in a suit instead of robes and your attire was now that of an old fashioned ball gown with a corset, adorned with gloves. A mass of people were dancing around the two of you, it seemed to be a big party, wherever you were.
"Undertaker. Where did you find this woman? I've never seen her before in my life." A small child, so it seemed, was now next to the both of you, dancing with a small blonde girl.
"Oh, well if it isn't the young Lord Ciel Phantomhive." The man, going by the name Undertaker as his shop sign said, spoke up with a giggle. The child, named Ciel... Phantomhive (strangely enough you heard of that surname in history class) glared up at Undertaker and scoffed, not wanting to know anymore due to the mans quirky attitude. The children danced off into the sea of elegantly dancing people. Why did everyone's spoken language change? It wasn't a modern tongue that's for sure.
"Under..taker.." You managed to muster up in the strange dream.
"Oh yes, my dear~! I never introduced myself did I? I'm Undertaker, welcome. I hope you're enjoying yourself lovey." He giggled once more and sighed as he twirled you around, the skirt of your dress opening up and swaying as you did so.
"I'm... (First,Last)." You spoke out once again after he dipped you down, your faces were awfully close and your chests just barely touched. Undertaker continued to sport a grin, nodding in a way as if he already knew.
"It's my pleasure to meet your acquaintance Madame (First)." A small blush dusted your cheeks, it was mainly due to the way he talked. So lovely, so gentle and such a gentleman, a true gentleman. You really felt like you were in the Victorian era, you didn't want to leave. Another man who looked like a butler partnered with a shorter red haired woman, from her appearance looked like a maid (she seemed as if she was going to pass out from blushing so heavily) danced next to us. "Sebastian."
"You sure have a way with women." The man named Sebastian shrugged with a dull expression at Undertaker's comment. He glanced at you with a grin of seduction which made you avert your gaze in embarrassment.
"I don't know what you're up to, Undertaker, but how'd you manage to snatch such an attractive young woman and manage to get her to dance with someone like you?" His orange eyes narrowed at Undertaker, suspecting him of something before they narrowed back at you.
"I have my ways." Undertaker chuckled again, holding you close to him as your dancing slowed. "It seems like the song is ending, such a shame.. We'll have to do this again sometime deary." Undertaker smiled gently as he let go, yet kept a hold of your hand. Everyone began to leave their partners and disperse off the ballroom floor. "You should stop by my shop more often, (First), it would make me a happy man. Actually come inside and stop hanging around outside my shop all the time you shy bird. How about tomorrow?" Undertaker kissed your cheek and let go of your hand without allowing you to respond first. Your senses seemed to have faded almost like you blacked out, it was very strange, the last thing you remember seeing was Undertaker's gentle smile and his retreating form to a small group of chatting people. Your eyes opened to having something poke you repeatedly.
"Think she's dead?"
"Probably, she looks really pale."
"What idiot passes out on the street like this?"
"Hey, maybe she got hit by a bus like she told us haha, karma."
"I thought you morons weren't coming back for me?" You spoke groggily and pushed yourself onto your feet.
"We weren't, we just happened to come back this way and saw you passed out in the middle of the road."
"Was anyone even IN there? That place looks like it's abandoned." Your 'friend' peeked inside the window to see it pitch black inside.
"No, the business is still ran you idiot, the building is just old." One 'friend' said smacking the other over their head. You walked off, not that your 'friends' really cared anyways. On your way back home, your brain couldn't put together what happened; all you knew was, you walked in, Undertaker scared you and music began to play. The rest of it seemed like a dream, but it wasn't. Everything felt so real, after he let go of you everything disappeared. That night, you couldn't sleep that was for sure. He did invite you back, as freaked out as you were this Halloween, you were also twice as curious. Your curiosity lead you back to the mortician's shop the next day to get to know this man you secretly admired as he did you, more. Your sense of determination overthrew your fear, one thing was certain, when you were getting to know Undertaker more, you fell more in love with the era you always adored, you wouldn't mind going through that experience again, to you it was better than the damn forsaken time period you were in with fake friends and improper humans.
Although such a wish just may be granted to someone living in the -wrong- era.