I'm baaack 😊 The Dominican was great, I took dance lessons which inspired this chapter and so did this video. You might wanna have a few tissues while you watch the video. And if you can't see it then go on YouTube and type black butler flower dance.
Victoria's POV:
It was Sunday, I just got home from work, and as if the cinematic records weren't weird enough, there was a huge open space in the living room. The console table was moved to our normal table and the sofas moved back. "Dad, what's going on?" He just stood in the middle of the living room. "We're training today," he clapped twice, "or should I say dancing."
💀🖤after a shower🖤💀
He pressed play on the record and we danced. "Why are we dancing?" "Because after looking through some old memories I realized," he dipped me and I looked at the death scythe he gave me for a second, "you need training in a different way." He spun me around, "you and that scythe must be one, you must hold it like you would hold your dancing partner," Undertaker said. We were back to back, our hands that were holding were now round as if there should be something in them, and the same was with my hand on his shoulder—that was now down. "Gently, little vampire reaper. Now swing it."
Swish.
"Very good . . . but our dancing has just begun," he said. I twirled like a ballerina.
"Good thing I'm in comfy shoes," I said.
The only time we stopped dancing was for food and wine. We waltzed, we tangoed, we wangoed (comment if you understood this reference) and every time he let me go I showed him what I learned. Now we were just swaying there in the living room, he held me in his robed arms, I was on the verge of falling asleep until he said my name. "Victoria, dearie I'm gonna need your help putting everything back, please." He gave me his Undertaker smile and puppy eyes. ". . . Fine," I said. Once the inside looked normal I could finally go to bed.
Knock knock. "Victoria can I come in?"
"Yes." He came in with a little book. "These are some things I wanted to show you," he said. We sat down on my bed and looked at a photo book with pictures of him and Claudia. "Dad are you two dancing in this one?" "Hehe, dearie we're dancing in all of them." "Of course." In all the pictures he's in a suit and she's in a dress. "Do you remember this night?" I asked. "Hmmm . . . A yellow dress with embroidery and she was as bright as the sun," he said.
Undertaker's POV:
I remembered most of the nights, if I cannot remember the dress color, then I remembered what was going on that night. We came to the last page. "Ok last time—mostly because the other picture is missing—what happened here?" ". . . I remember that night as if it happened three days ago. Her dress was white with embroidered lace at the waistline going down—there was also lace in the chest area. She had pearl necklace, earrings, and bracelets on. But as if she couldn't look more beautiful in this picture, she had a swan like mask on her face."
And I was next to her in a suit, tie, and hat. . . but my bangs covered my eyes.
"Dad, why aren't you wearing a mask?" "Well I had it on sometimes. One time when we danced, hehe, I heard someone say we looked like a crow and a swan." I looked at her and she looked sleepy. "*yawn* that sounds romantic, two birds that shouldn't be together, but are." Her eyes closed. I closed the book, got up, and put her to bed. When she was nice and warm I put the invitation to the Phantomhive Masked Ball on her bedside table. "Hehe goodnight love."