I apologize for taking so long to update this chapter. I will tell you what, between the holidays, my wedding anniversary trip, and my daughters 3rd birthday (and here I thought 2 was bad), unpacking and everything else...time has gotten away from me.

Thank y'all so much for staying with me, holding on, and enjoying this story. I was hoping update every month or month and half, but I am learning that this is not possible. Work has calmed down (thanks to my boss chilling out), everyone is in good health (I'm at a meh right now lol) and my house…is well, my house. Getting use to everything and still unpacking…slowly.

Currently, I am working on a Dragon Ball Z story, so my goal is to now this chapter is posted, work and finish the first chapter, and then work on the next one for this.

I say that is my goal; however, who the hell knows. Just know I am not abandoning y'all. I know y'all will hunt me down somehow and beat me into writing. Lol

SmallLittleCagedBird: Not gonna lie, I died laughing when I saw your review. Mostly the screaming part, which no doubt, this will generate another scream. Like, we all want her to give in, but we know right now that the Undertaker does not care to love her or anything, at least not yet. He is more…possessive of her right now, so I guess that is sort of his version of a relationship and love. It is going to play out more in the next few chapters.

Jisco: Seriously, you made my cry…at like 630am at my job. Like a good cry. Like, a cry to get my ass in gear and get motivated to finished the chapter in 2 and half days (Work seriously slow right now, so all the time in the world to write lol) Thank you so much! For kicking me into gear and getting straight back into it. Honestly, I've been holding out to find out what the heck the twin's name is going to be, but I think that will be a few chapters. So, I will say, I plan having the next few chapters (2-3, depending on my mood) will be mostly interaction with Rachel and learning what love/intimacy is from here, how it's going to affect her thing with the Undertaker, Vincent and what he needs her assistance with, and Diedrich and their growing interaction with one another.

She was an angel in hell

They all said she fell

But the truth was

She needed the fire

She'd been trapped in the clouds

Screaming so loud

Until they gave her

What it she was she desired

One the hard ground she'd land

From her knees she would stand

As she waited for him to arrive

And when he returned

She felt her heart burn

He was magnificent

And he was alive

He wanted to see

If his angel would be

Afraid of his world down below

But the look on her face

Made his heart race

She was in awe

Of the fires that glowed

She was an angel in hell

They all thought she fell

But fallen angels

Don't come from above

She got stuck in the sky

While searching far and wide

For the devil

Who was her only love

The clouds rolled back and the mid-late morning London sun shimmered above like a polished shield, gracing, warming, and protecting anyone who lived under it. Yet the buildings dominated the land and the skyline were cold, monochrome- not a hint of green anywhere. West London was so different from the east side; elegant, peaceful, spacious, busy, and safe. On the opposite end of the city; filthy, crowded, silent, disorderly, and unsound. Normally people from the west side avoid traveling to east end unless it was for work or they absolutely had too. People on the east end often never left, and if they do get to travel to the west end of the city; it was either they were fortunate to have a job there, they had saved enough coins to treat themselves, or they travel to in hope someone can save them from their current life.

To say the least, this end of the city had a lot more to offer and show.

There was the London Bridge Station, standing proud with it's beautiful architecture and the newest train that had been revealed, people were lined up to see the inside of it before it set to take off. Behind it, Guy Street appeared as a square of dense green bushes and trees that were making a last stand, fighting back the urban spread. And all around it London crouched; gas towers and apartment blocks, endless rows of shops and houses, roads, railways, and bridges stretching away on both sides, separated only by the bright sliver crack in the landscape that was the River Thames.

Cobblestone sidewalks were filled with people, but it wasn't so crowded that they were on top of one another. No, they walked with more of a diligent and sophisticated air around them; they flowed down the wide sidewalks the same way the Thames always meets its banks. The mood of the people swirled in unseen currents beneath the dark surface of their faces.

So many different expressions on so many different faces. Happy, sad, angry, guilt, excited, concerned; others had the emotions of those one has not experienced in life and are unknown. Woman walked together gossiping and giggling, old couples held hands and enjoyed one another's silent company, mothers leaning over a carriage and gently calming their babies, men quietly walk with a brisk pace to their work; it goes on and on for however many people filled the streets of London.

It was like everyone knew what to do…expect Sapphira.

Just like her first time at the Leadenhall Market, her eyes are wide, letting in every ounce of the shining sun. She felt giddy with excitement. Sapphira's mind was drowning in everything around she wanted to experience, her heart beat furiously with excitement, and her soul reveled in the lust of the curiosity that surrounded her…but she had to wait. She couldn't sit down, couldn't read a book, couldn't even form an actual sentence. Her mind was like a butterfly, whatever distraction she chose for herself her mind kept fluttering back to her surroundings.

Then she'd get that tingly feeling all over again.

"So, is there anywhere you would like to go first?"

"Hmmm…" Sapphira bit her lip as she looked at was around her, trying to figure where she wanted to go. In all honestly, she wanted to go into everything and see everything and if she was alone, she probably would do just that. Glancing at Rachel's smiling face, the fallen angel couldn't help but feel that slight ping of guilt and knew deep that, she couldn't do that. Perhaps with the Undertaker, especially when he egged her on to the point she caves. Yet, she just couldn't bring herself to be selfish with the blonde-haired woman. If she knew where she wanted to started first, it wouldn't be so bad, but she didn't.

She had no idea where to start or where to end, she just knew that she wanted to explore this city until her mind, heart, and soul were content.

Shaking her head, she returned the gentle smile with a nervous brush of a stray hair behind her ear. "I'm unfamiliar with the area and I wouldn't even know where to start. So, maybe…" Hands immediately flying to the hem of her skirt, fidgeting slightly as she looked down, "you could show me around?"

"Then there's no time to waste, I'd be delighted to show you London at its finest." Rachel took the angel by the arm and guided her through the streets of London, moving at a pace for them not to slow anyone behind them down, but to let Sapphira enjoy the sights all around them. "I have quite a few places in mind that I'd like to show you."

"What sort of places?"

Holding a finger to her lip, she winked at the white-haired woman with a sly grin on her face. "That's a surprise and it would ruin all the fun we are about to have."

"Fun?"

"Yes, you know…something that is enjoyable or entertainment, like seeing a play or stitching." Noticing the knitted brows on Sapphira's face, she raddled her brain on how else one would describe fun, "Have you ever read a book?"

Seeing her eyes widen and nodding her head in excitement. "How do you feel when you read a book?"

"I really do like reading books, especially this one book I've been reading right now. It captivates me and...I often find that time seems to escape as I read."

"That's exactly what fun is. You take pleasure in reading and you find it entertaining, exactly how fun is meant to be."

"So, there are other types of fun?"

Rachel hummed in approval as she whisked the confused woman to one of the many crammed shops that stood tall along the cobblestone sidewalks. She didn't even get a chance to read the sign out front of the store, before her line of vision was filled with all kinds of different clothes and tons of beautiful different types of fabric. Immediately breaking from the young woman, Sapphira had made her way over to several different pieces of fabrics, her fingers gently caressed them as she stared in awe. They were black, red, dark blue, and white; all four beautiful colors that would make such beautiful dresses that would be fit for a princess.

Chatter could be heard from behind, but the fallen angel wasn't paying all that much attention to whoever the voices belonged too. She was to focus on staring at the dresses in front of her.

They were such lovely dresses; she felt completely underdress as she looked down at her dress and back up toward the display. Her dresses were beautiful, too her, but they were also worn as all her clothes had been from pervious guest that the gray-haired man had taken care of. She had never mind, because it was the Undertaker who had given them to her. She wasn't one for materialistic items, even though she would love to own one nice dress to go out in, she was very grateful for what she had and could never ask for more.

The mortician did so much for her already; it would be ungrateful to ask the man for more than what he has given her.

Lost in thought and not noticing someone was approaching her behind, Sapphira let out a startling yelp when a pair of arms had wrapped around her and groped her chest, sending her poor mind into a frenzy as a feminine voice called out behind her in a tone of someone who was amazement.

"Your figure is astonishing, Rachel was not kidding when she said you were a tiny little thing, but, "Groping her chest once more, her eyes peeked over the baffled and confused angels shoulder, her cheeks were as red as a rose, as she fidgeted in the woman's grasp, "your chest is quite the size! I must take your measurements and fit you!"

"M-Measurements?" She muttered, her brain was still a little fuzzy. She absolutely had no idea what was going on, but all she knew was this was a weird and strange feeling…honestly, she wasn't sure how she felt. She just knew it was a little awkward as she had no idea who she is.

"Oh, Gina, you're going to scare the poor woman." Rachel laughed as she approached the too.

"Your dress is worn, but I do like the look of black and red on you, "Spinning Sapphira around, she inspected every crook and nook of her body, bending down, running her hands over her hips and thighs, "Oh my, you have rather wide hips hiding underneath this dress! We need to change you out of this right now! Your hourglass figure must be flattered and shown." Gina turned back toward the Phamtomhive woman, giving her a wide-eyed puppy dog look. "Oh please, I must simply re-do her image; do you have time?"

Gracing such a beautiful face, a mischievous smile came across her lips as she spoke. "If I get to help, as I have some ideas of what we should do with her hair."

Noticing the sparkles in both of their eyes, the fallen angel wasn't sure if she should be afraid or curious, but both feelings ran through her vein. She had absolutely had no idea of what was going on and unsure if she should ask them about what was going to happen or just stay in the dark. With the glint in their eyes…it was probably best for her just to stay in the dark.

As it reminded her of the Undertaker when he an idea started to take shape in his mind.

Snatching her arm up, Gina dragged her toward the back of the store with Rachel following right behind in tow. There was one thing she knew; she was often finding herself being dragged around places.

Drawing a single curtain back, another woman stood with tape in her arms and immediately Sapphira found her corset being untied. "Alright, let's get out of this dress and down to your undergarments."

"W-What?"

Immediately seeing the girl go pale in her face, her eyes widen in rivaling with Rachel's own eyes, she leaned in with the wave of her hand, explaining the process to her. "No need to worry, she just needs your measurements. Just remove your dress down to your undergarments and she will get you measured."

"Wait, you want me to t-take of my dress here?" She sputtered in embarrassment.

"It's just us ladies here, no need for you to get embarrassed."

Before Sapphira could protest, her dress and boots were already pulled off; leaving her only in her chemise that ended at her mid-thighs and garter belt attached to her stockings. Gina was taking the tape that in the other girl's hand and stretching it around her chest, eyes widening in amazement as she read the measurement. "Bust size is 37' inches, no wonder why you look like you're going to explode from your corset, you haven't been properly fitted."

Moving the tape down to her waist, "Waist is 26' inches."

Dropping the tape down just a bit to her hips, "Hips are 38' inches."

"Sapphira you have quiet the figure and to have it hide from the world. Seems as if the Undertaker was hiding you from all the other men in England."

"Hiding me…?" Straining to turn her neck to see Rachel, curious what she was meaning.

"You see the way she's dressed? Of course, he was hiding her, he was enjoying it for himself!"

Rachel gasped behind her hands, immediately turning back to the angel with a grin, shaking her finger with a tsk, "What a naughty girl you are, sleeping with the Undertaker and not being married. How scandalous of you, Sapphira."

Sapphira was truly confused now, as she had idea of what the two ladies were talking about. Shaking her head as she spoke, a blush crept across her cheeks. "N-Nothing like that as happened…his sleep schedule is-"Immediately going silent, she stared at the two who had their eyebrows slightly raised, which even confused the poor girl even more. "Did…I say something wrong?"

"Sapphira, darling, are you a virgin?"

Watching as the white-haired woman tilted her head in confusion. "Virgin?"

"Have you not been intimate in bed with the Undertaker or any man?"

Rachel watched as the fallen angel's eyebrows knitted further into confusion, giving her the answer she was waiting for. She was a little impressed that the creepy mortician had not slept with her yet; she was a beautiful young woman and knew men would probably jump at the chance of being with her. Even though he spoke in riddles, laugh at the most inappropriate times, and slightly creepy; he had been nothing but a gentleman to her and was a close friend of her husbands.

Vincent had explained that Sapphira was in some sort of accident that had left her without all memories of her life and then some before the Undertaker found her. She had felt bad for her; not because her memories were gone or that she had to live with the Undertaker. No, it was the fact there was this glint of loneliness in her eyes and the sense of lost. It broke her heart that she had no friends, and she didn't want to be friends out of pity.

No, she knew all too well what it was like when she used to be ill growing up and all she had was her little sister. Too many women in her social group was full of gossip and always had mean things to say about others.

Sapphira was an unusual woman; anyone would be to live with the Undertaker. She knew something was different about her, but she wasn't sure what it was. The Phamtomhive knew that right now, what she needed more than anything, was someone she could trust and go too whenever she needed something.

Undertaker was running a dangerous job and deep down, she couldn't trust him one hundred percent. She was afraid that Sapphira would be caught in the crossfire and she was going to prepare in any way that she could.

"Don't worry about it, that's a discussion for another time," Rachel finally answered before clapping her hands together and another smile making its way across her face. "Now, let's get you changed."

Before the poor doll could even respond, she was swamped when Gina had brought in a single outfit, smiling. "Long ago, I use to bring in at least ten different outfits for woman to try one until we found the right one. Over the years and gaining as much as experience as I have, I can tell from a single look, your personality, and measurements, what exact outfit will work on you." Gina chuckled as she handed her a new white chemise to slip into, "I just hope my daughter can be like this once she's old enough and I hand the store over to her."

Sapphira turned her back to the two women, slipping off her black chemise, but before the top could hit the floor, she was met with two horrific gasp that caused her to turn her head slightly. She caught the two eyes wide as saucers and a mortified looked on their face. It took a second before it dawned on the fallen angel to what they were gasping at.

Fingers immediately went to her back, tracing slightly over the scars as she shyly turned back to put the chemise on.

"Sapphira…what happened?"

"Um…I'm not entire sure, I had woken up to the wounds stitched up by the Undertaker. He…found me with those wounds, but he wasn't sure how they got there. He said they were fresh…as if they had been made just hours before."

"Do…they hurt?"

Poking her head through the top and sliding her arms through the straps, she shook her head. "Not anymore, they did for a while in the beginning…" She trailed off, turning back around to face the two, "thought I get this strange feeling from time to time that something is missing…and there's a heavy but extremely light feeling of something missing. What that is, I have no idea."

"Well…they are beautiful and the scars on our bodies each tell a story, and if we survive, it shows what battles you have won. It's remarkable that you lived after whatever it was that cut you, but I'm glad you don't let it stop you." Clapping her hands, Rachel gave a closed eye smile as she picked up the long sleeve white blouse with ruffles in the front, the high-neck collar had a slit in the middle. "Now, time to get you changed!"

Helping Sapphira slip the blouse on and button the front of it, Gina came up behind her to make sure it fit. "How does it feel, dear?"

Moving her arms up, down, and side to side, she bent over slightly to see if it would rise. "It feels really nice, usually they are tight on my chest and arms or in my shoulders, yet this feels just right."

"Oh good, I was worried that it would be slightly loose on your chest. Now, to move on to the skirt." Gina pulled out a floor length black skirt that had as high waist. Carefully having Sapphira step into the skirt, the tailor pulled the skirt up to her waist, sitting it right under her breast where the ruffle started and started on coursing it up the back. It stopped right about an inch from the floor and was slightly form-fitting, showing off hips and backside, before being slightly waved down her legs. It was four-tiered skirt, that started long on the right side and slowly became short on the left side, the next three tiers following the same pattern and belong slightly longer as it descended.

"Oh, Sapphira, you look beautiful that outfit!" Rachel commented.

"Huh? I do?" Trying to turn around to see how she looked, only to be stopped mid-turn and blocked by Gina, who shook her head. "I can't see myself?"

"Not until I'm completely done! Now, time to add your jacket."

Slipping on a matching black waistcoat that had a rather large large bow in the back, and buttoned in the front, low enough to show her ruffled white blouse. Sapphira had figured it was going to feel heavy with the jacket, but it was astonishingly light and felt as it apart of her shirt.

"Awe, why didn't you go with the red? She'd look so beautiful with a bright red." Rachel pouted.

"Oh, I'm not done. We still have her hair, make-up, and add the accessories. I have plenty of ideas and I plan to incorporate two other colors into her outfit. By the time I'm finished with her, you won't be able to recognize her."

Letting out another startled yelp, Sapphira was pushed out of the dressing room and immediately sat in a chair that sit in front of a mirror, but Gina had Rachel stand in front of the mirror, as she started to take out the ribbon and work on her snow white hair. Worried about what would happen to the ribbon, Sapphira spoke up as she felt the worn piece leave her hair.

"Would you mind using that ribbon again in my hair?"

"Huh, this old thing?" Gina looked at the fragile, worn out ribbon. It had a few fraying areas, but otherwise was in good shape. Normally she would just throw it away, but the more she stared at it. The more she started to develop an idea of how to use it. Raking her fingers through the fallen angel's hair, she gave her a small pat to the head with soften eyes. "I think I may have an idea of how use to incorporate this ribbon into your outfit."

"Now, just relax and close your eyes while we do this."

Once she nodded her head, Gina went to work on her hair as Rachel roamed to shop to add to her outfit. She was determine to have red in her outfit; one way or another, even if Gina disapproved. She would just have to buy it and hide it away until they were far, far away from the shop so she can put it on her. Knowing if she did it anywhere close, Gina would somehow know and hunt the two down.

When it came to fashion, Gina always knew if you did something wrong nearby. Rachel did not know how she did, but after one encounter, she learned never do it again.

At least anywhere, near the shop.

Let's see, I know Gina plans on leaving her hair down, so there is no need to put decorations in her hair. Perhaps a red and black hat would match nicely with her outfit…it would be the focal point for people to notice. Also, need to find something to bring out her big sapphire eyes out.

Planting the side of her face into her hand, Rachel sighed as her mind ran with ideas. So many ideas, not enough time. Originally, she had come in to pick up her dress for a party coming up, but when Gina laid eyes on Sapphira, she knew that the poor girl was going to become a doll for the tailor to dress up. Thankfully, Gina is fast at what she does and it would take no time at all, and it would be a good thing for Sapphira.

It was also funny to watch the confused woman be dragged off by the clothing expert…she laughed as soon as she was out of earshot.

Tapping her cheek, her eyes fell on a shelf in the middle of the store and those big blue eyes lit up like a child waking up on Christmas morning.

"Oh, Gina, I found something perfect for our doll!"

…

"This marks the 4thrd death in the last month and half, yet we still have no clues."

Vincent stared into the fire, big brown eyes reflecting the flames that danced across the wood with such elegance and ease. At first, he was hoping that maybe the killer had some sort of signature with the way he killed his victims or where he placed their deceased bodies. Of course, that was all wishful thinking and in hoping that maybe these killers were simple armatures. It was starting to look like he was not looking for someone inexperience in the ways of murder and torture.

"My lord, there is two things the victims all have in common."

Undertaker snickered behind his sleeve as he lifted two fingers to make his case valid, "All four victims were women and young~"

"I meant clues that weren't so obvious." The young earl sigh as he placed his hand underneath his chin, thinking about the previous two victims. "Besides, the first and third victim were two noble women who were both in their early twenties and the second victim was in her mid-thirties and poor."

The grin on the Undertaker's face only grew as he spun the globe that sat on the side table near the window, around and around. There was an apparent pattern that the murder was going in, but it would require either catching the perp or a few more victims showing up before one could really it. Snickering to himself, his long nail dragged across the globe as he listened to the Earl talked.

"Diedrich is currently in London handling a major theft case that started at the border of Germany and France; currently he believes the main operation is here in London. Between helping him and handling this case with both of yours help, I'm left with little time to attend to my wife."

Cackling at the first statement, the crazed mortician could not help but put his two cents in. "He he he~ So, the German dog caught a whiff of something and it lead back to his owner, how particular~" Rubbing a knuckle underneath his bangs to dry his eyes, he turned back to Vincent with only but a grin. "Don't worry my lord, I'm sure my sweet little apprentice will keep her company and entertained. She's quiet the comedian~"

Narrowing his dark eyes to the mortician, a small chortle escaped through his lips as his thoughts turned to the young white haired woman. "Did she really get into an accident and lose her memory or is that your version."

The once playful grin that sat his face turned into a sinister smirk, knowing exactly where he was getting at. "Whatever do you mean, my lord? I just helped the young angel out when she needed it, that's all~"

Vincent wasn't stupid, he knew there was something much more deeper to the story, but he also knew that the Undertaker wouldn't do something so insane as to kidnap a woman and keep her in his shop…at least he sort of hoped he hadn't. He knew the truth would reveal itself long down the road; he could not help but want to get a little closer to the truth. Just enough to satisfy his curiosity for the time being.

Dismissing the matter with the wave of his hand, a maid came in on que with tea for the two men, placing it down on the table in-between two chairs that sat right in front of the fire. "It's a nice day, how about we have early afternoon tea outside with the ladies. Rachel recently got over a cold and this is the first time she's been outside of the manor in a long while."

"Apologizes M'Lord, but Lady Rachel and Miss. Sapphira are not here at the moment."

Tilting both their heads to the side, Vincent raised a questionable eyebrow as the Undertake laid a finger against his lip. He told the fallen angel to stay around the house with Rachel, had he not? Perhaps her curiosity got the better of her once more and she wondered off, with Rachel following in toe to find her? This curiosity of hers were becoming most troublesome, in terms of her safety and whereabouts, but it has proven to be amusing until she does what she's told not to do…then it just becomes annoying.

"Huh?"

…

The process of changing what Sapphira had looked like had taken at least in hour and it was already pressing into early afternoon. Once Gina was finished with her hair, curled and spiraling down to left side of her shoulder, pinned back a couple of pins and a small wine colored bonnet that sat on the left side of her head with the black ribbon tied around it into a bow. Eyelashes curled, lips painted, and dusting of her cheeks, she looked to be as if she was a painted porcelain doll.

Gina made the fallen angel promise her that she would come back again and she would dress her up all over, of course, to her it was more of "she better come back or else". With her ankle high black boots, she stumbled out the front door with a bag of her old clothes and some other things, being pushed by Rachel, who herself was trying to escape the clutches of the talented tailor. Sapphira learned that she was originally trying to get Rachel to dress up for her, but the young woman decided to be devious and throw her under the bus instead. Not that she understood much of what was going on around her, and even though she could move slightly better in her new outfit, it still felt strange on her.

Gina had given them to her and even though she tried to pay, the woman would not take her money. At least being with the Undertaker, she worked for him to help the cost of all he does for her. Yet, she was sure what to do with Rachel and Gina? They have do so much for her, but she has not done anything for them.

"I don't understand…" Her voice was wavering and soft, she was really at a lost. As, she wasn't sure what she should do and a frown ever so gracing her lips, her eyes fluttering shut as she tried to wrap her mind around it all. She was starting to feel like she was drowning and she wasn't sure how she was ever coming to come up."

"What's wrong, Sapphira? Don't you love your new look?"

Shaking her head, Sapphira looked up at her reflection in a passing store window, catching a glimpse of herself. No, it was not that at all.

"No, it's just…the Undertaker helps me and provides me with things, and in return, I help him in the shop. Yet, Gina and you did a lot today, and have not asked for anything in return. She would not even take my money…so I'm just a little confused."

Rachel blinked a couple of times before she started to laugh at white haired girl, startling her slightly. Here she was again laughing at something she said, and she knew this time that she did not tell a joke. Sapphira started to believe that she perhaps just found her amusing or she was saying something wrong again…honestly, that wouldn't surprise her one bit.

Moving in front of her, the blonde haired woman grabbed her arm and started to guide her through the streets once more, explaining on what she had found amusing. "It was a gift from Gina, she wanted to have you had it. Friends do these type of things for one another."

"Gift?"

"You don't know what a gift is?!" Glancing back to see the small shake of her head, Rachel sighed as she went on explain what it actually was. "A gift or present, is a thing given willingly to someone without payment or service."

Chewing on the inside of her lip, since Gina firmly instructed her not to chew her lip with her lips painted or it would mess everything up. Trying to connect all the dots together. "So...a gift is something that friends give to one another if they want them to have it?"

"Exactly! It does not have to be friends either; strangers, family, love ones…everyone can give gifts. It's mostly spontaneous, people usually save gifts for Christmas or birthdays…do you know what those are?"

Sapphira shook her head.

"I'll explain all that another time. Shall we get some tea and something to eat? I'm becoming a little hungry. I know a cute little place that serves the best tea all around London and they have delicious cakes too!" Earning an eager nod from the fallen angel.

In less than five minutes of their discussion and three-fourths of the way to their destination, the two instantly caught outside in the sudden humid and dark weather. The sky was filled with gray clouds. It was suffocating, with dark clouds pressing in as if to crush you, and then pressing the point with a sudden flash of lightening, thunder rumbling like a hungry monster a split second later. It is a dead thing, the sky; it settles sprawls, dark and heady, overwhelming, dreary and dreadful like a cemetery stone. Sapphira did not think something so beautiful and mesmerizing could be something so mysterious and so terrifying.

"An ascending abyss, is what the sky is, Sapphira. The sky reflects our very being and serves as a lens for the yin and yang in all of us. The sky is a gateway to infinity, which we instinctively perceive when looking into it, and feeling amazed. The sky is mysterious, unknown, and beautiful. The sky is as beautiful as it is deadly, Sapphira. It can be as bright as your wildest dreams, but dark as a nightmare. It can set you free, or trap you in invisible barriers that confine and leave you heavy with desperation."

Even though she was not very sure of half the things that Rachel had said, she knew it felt right deep down. Perhaps her saying had something to do with her memories lost or it is just pure coincidence, whichever one, she agreed with it.

"Oh! I forgot I left the umbrella in the carriage back close to Gina's shop. Do you mind waiting right here for me, it shouldn't take but ten or so minutes?" Rachel questioned, as her eyes glanced up toward the sky.

Sapphira shook her head, reaching over to take the bag from her hand, "No, allow me to take them back."

Sticking her tongue out at the fallen angel, Rachel quickly backed away from her grasp and started down the street. "You're not winning this argument, young lady. Besides, you will probably get lost or wonder off if you see something that distracts you. Just stay right there, in front of that store front."

Hanging her head in shame, a sigh escaped her lips as she smiled. She knew that Rachel was right about her losing her focus.

She is not wrong; I would completely lose my focus and get lost in this side of the city.

Curious to her surroundings, she looked up to see that she was standing directly in front of a candy store. First glance into the store, it was not very busy. Only a couple of people lingering the store, some by their selves and others had their children with them. Turning back out to the streets, she has noticed that there was not many people out on the streets.

Group of women were standing five feet away, gossiping about what happened to one of the other woman's husband. Three men stood directly across the street from her, one seemed to stare at her general direction, but she noticed it was probably because of two officers that were standing near an alley away not too far from the group of women.

Other than that, there was not really anybody on the streets. Few couples walked by slowly as they spoke, and there were was a few men who were on their own as they walked past her. Probably on their way to work or to their home.

Staring at all of these people, something stirred inside of her, making her realize something.

For the first time in her life, she found herself alone. Watching at the skies turned black, it was apparent the storm moving in, was going to consume her small form. Deep down, she felt as if she did not belong here, that this was not her home. It was foreign to her, even with her lost memories; there was a sense that none of this was natural.

It's just me…

It was just her, alone in a strange place with strange people.

"Excuse me, miss?"

Sapphira jumped what felt like five feet in the air, frighten by the sudden voice speaking to her as her mind wondered. Face flushed red in embarrassment; the young angel looked up toward the voice that speaking to her. Belonging to a man, whom she at least believed was around Vincent's age or at least only a few years older than he was. He wore an all-black suit and his chocolate brown hair neatly combed back, blue eyes following her every movements. He laughed a little at her, laying a hand gently on her forearm.

"Pardon me, I didn't mean to frighten you. I was curious to know something, a question that needs answering if you don't mind."

Curiosity taking her over and a gentle smile adorning her lips, she nodded her head for him to ask her his question. "Did it hurt when you fell?"

"Huh?"

"When you fell from heaven?"

Sapphira tilted her head to the side, the smile never leaving her lips, but her face twisted in confusion and uncertainty. Why would he ask her such a thing? From what she has read in books, angels who fall from heaven go straight to hell. Did she have it wrong? Was that not how this works?

"I do not-"

"Apologizes, that was a terrible pick-up line for me to use." He interrupted her in a hurry, chuckling at his own foolish attempt to flirt; he moved his hand from her arm and bowed slightly. "How rude, I haven't introduce myself, my name is Azra."

Delicately raising a hand to her lips to hide her snicker, she gave him another adoring smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Azra. My name is Sapphira."

"Sapphira, huh? That's…an unusual name."

"So I've been told, but I've never heard of Azra before either."

Azra smiled gently down her, grasping the hand that hid her lips and placed the back of it against his lips. "Sapphira means the jewel, "sapphire"- a precious gem of deep blue, and is given in allusion to the color of the eyes. The name itself signifies beautiful and pleasant. It has been told that the sapphire represents the blue veins of a beautiful person. No doubt, the name was meant specifically for you."

Adverting her eyes to the side, her cheeks turning from a flush of red to a rosy hue, the tone of her voice soft and sweet. "Um…thank you."

Blue eyes wavered as a small sigh escaped past his lips. "You really don't remember me, do you?"

"Remember you?"

Sapphira stared up at his face; her big eyes traced every outline of his face, trying to see if she knew who he was. Blue eyes stared back at hers, his perfectly aligned nose twitched in anticipation with a pout spreading across his full lips. She did not know whom he was to save a life, but deep down…something felt familiar about him. Not exactly sure, what it was about him, but there a sense of trust and honesty about him. Was it possible that he knew who she was? Could he be the key to unlocking her memories and figuring out what had happened to her?

Gripping her gloved hands together, she just had to know who he was and what he knew.

"Do…Do you know me?"

Before Azra could even answer the fallen angel's question, he heard a voice from behind him yell at a distance and it was directly toward the young woman who stood directly in front of her. Holding his hand against his chest, he gave a short bow, a single bang falling over his elegant face. "Our time has ran short; I do believe I hear your friend coming back for you." Seeing the distraught look on her face, he slid his other hand up her face and caressed the side of her cheek, giving her a soft smile. "Fear not, my sweet Saffy, we shall meet again. Once the time is right. For the time being, be good, stay safe and don't stray away from the light."

With those last words, he disappeared before she could even bat an eyelash. Seeing Rachel making her way back to her, her mind went elsewhere as she thought about the man who was just in front of her. She was not sure what had just happened, but it was very apparent that the man, who called himself Azra, knew something about her.

"Sorry, the coachman was trying to talk me out of walking back to get you. He said there is a storm heading in and will cause a torrential…is everything okay, Sapphira?"

Snapping her attention back to her newfound friend, she tilted her head to the side, finger pointing at the spot where Azra stood before he vanished. "That man…he knew me."

"Huh?"

"Did you not see him?"

"What are you talking about? You were in my line of vision for the last five minutes and I didn't see anyone talking to you…" Rachel stated with a crease in her eyebrows.

"There was a man standing here…and he acted and spoke as if he knew me!"

Furrowing her brows even more, the young wife glanced to the right of her, then to her left, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. She had seen Sapphira since she had turned the corner and the entire of time of watching her, she had not seen anyone speak or even approach the young woman.

Hooking her arm through hers, she started to guide her back to the carriage. "I think I've overwhelmed you enough for the day. Perhaps maybe you were day dreaming and had a slight remembrance in speaking to someone in the past, causing you to think that it was happening at this time."

"Is…is that possible?"

"Of course, I've had that happen to me before. Come, let us go back to the townhome and we will have some tea there together. We can venture to the teashop another day when you not subjected to so much. Gina might have gone overboard with you today, causing your mind to fry a little." Rachel joked, poking Sapphira in the head when she made a snicker at her last sentence.

Lowering her eyes to the cobblestone, her mind started to replay what had just taken place. Was it possible that she had just been daydreaming and just remembering something that could have taken place a long time ago? Perhaps, but it still seemed so…real. Gingerly touching the spot on her cheek that his hand had brushed against, she could still feel the lingering of his fingers.

Perhaps…it was just my imagination.

…

Once Sapphira had returned to the townhome with Rachel, the man that had filled her head with so many thoughts and questions had nearly vanished amongst the chaos that had erupted.

Maids were fussing over the young woman for being out in such weather; granted it didn't really start raining until they walked through the door. It was then that the fallen angel had learned that Rachel had suffered from an illness that routinely caused her to become sick with a cough and fever, ending up having to be on bedrest for days, sometimes weeks at a time. The adventure they had shared was actually one of the first days she has felt better in a long time. Sapphira felt entirely guilty about having her out in the weather with her just getting better, even though it was Rachel idea to begin with.

Vincent made a small fuss about it, but relented when she told him that she was fine. Poor Sapphira, the funeral director poked and made fun of her until the point she was hiding her face behind her bag.

This was after the fact that when both men came walking the doors, they did not even recognize the fallen angel at first. Vincent was the first to realize it was she when she bowed her head to the ground and had repeated apologize for taking her out into the weather.

Earl had told her that she looked "absolutely stunning" and that she should dress more like that, Gina had a good eye when it came to dressing women. Beaming at his praise, she had told him that she had liked the clothes…just the process and hustled by the tailor was a little much. Anyone who encountered Gina knew that process all too well and if they wanted her to tailor them, they would just have to live with it.

Undertaker on the other hand…was not a huge fan of the change, only for a few reasons.

Selfish reasons.

She was his doll. His little fallen angel. Yes, he could not deny that she looked beautiful; the dress fit her frame with perfection. As much as she looked beautiful and appropriate, he hated the fact that the damn crazy tailor made her look like a noble. Sure, his best customers were nobles and he did a lot for the Earl, there was no doubt about that.

Most nobles could not stand to be around him, from his morbid personality to this singsong voice that sent chills up their spine. He detested them with a passion and to see his angel wearing their clothes…it was repulsive.

Oh, how he loathed it so much.

She looked much more beautiful in her simple black dresses. Yes, that was more appropriate on her. Not that…noble monstrosity.

Even when they left the townhome, he never told her about how much he hated it. He simply told her she looked beautiful and that was the end of the conversation. Nothing more, nothing less.

As she did not bring up the man that she had met on the street. Deep down, she knew that he was real and that he knew who she was, but at the same time, she felt as if it was a dream. Instead of going with what she felt, she trusted what Rachel had told her and dismissed it. Not bothering in telling the mortician for she believed that there was nothing worth telling him if such thing did not truly happen.

That, was two weeks ago.

In those two weeks, two more women were found dead.

Three days after her excursion with Rachel, a young noble woman was in her mid-twenties was found in an alleyway on the west side of the city.

An officer had showed up at the parlor, urgently asking the Undertaker to come with him to the crime scene. Sapphira learned from the mortician, that if the body is in bad shape or it was due to some sort of crime, then they would usually come get him instead of just delivering the body. It was not often that they would come get him, either because no one really wanted to visit the parlor or simply because it was not bad enough for him to come.

Yet, in the last month, he was immediately summoned more times than Sapphira had counted in her time being here.

Today was one of those days.

Undertaker had left only moments ago to visit the docks; all she heard from the officer was that another body had been found and that they needed him right away. Something about a woman from this side of town who looked to be in her late teens. Truly terrible.

Part of her wanted to go with him, to see what he actually does when he has to go to the crime scene. It was interesting and she wanted to learn more about what he does. Yet, the other part of her knew not ask and just do as she was told. Truth be told, it wasn't' the dead bodies that really scared her nor the smell. It was the ones who had their eyes open that truly frightened her. It was just…strange to her.

Going about doing her daily chores, she started to sweep the parlor and dust the coffins. It never failed that as soon as she would clean the entire front room…it was just instantly get dirty again. She was not sure how he did it, but he does it and it never seizes to amaze her.

Humming quietly to herself, she started to work on cleaning the pictures that hung around the building.

Now that I think about…

Sapphira instantly stopped at the photo of the grave surrounded in white roses…something about it struck her as she looked at it.

Undertaker has yet to tell me what this picture is about…every time I even ask about it; he just goes off topic and starts laughing. Almost as if he is avoiding answering the-

Jingle. Jingle. Jingle.

"Undertaker, are you in?"

Jumping back from admiring the picture, her eyes landed on the man who had entered the parlor, only for them to light up like the sun and a smile that went from ear to ear once she saw who the person was.

"Oh, Vincent! Hello!"

Charming smile adorned his face as he nodded his head. "My, hello there Sapphira. How are you today?"

"I'm good, thank you my lord. How are you?"

"Now that I've seen your smiling face, I'm truly wonderful. I say, is the Undertaker here?"

Swiftly shaking her head with a frown. "I'm afraid not. He just left with the officer a short while ago, something about another woman found down by the docks. They needed his assistance, so he will not be back for some time."

"I see…" Vincent glanced to the side with narrowed eyes, laying his hand against his chin. His brows furrowed as he thought about the situation at hand. This was truly becoming a nuisance and he was not getting any closer to figuring out the situation at hand. Glancing back to the young woman, he could see the concern in her eyes. Blinking, he tilted his head to the side, questioning her look. "Is something the matter, Sapphira?"

"Well, no. It is just that you looked distressed. These strings of murders are becoming most concerning, is that why you looked so upset?"

"Hmm…you can say that. It is becoming very concerning."

"Since the Undertaker is not here, would you like me to pass on a message? If you like, you could wait and I can make us some tea."

Earl shook his head, crossing his arms against his chest. "Actually, I didn't come here to see the Undertaker. I came to see you."

"Me?"

"Yes, I need help with something and I require your assistance with it."