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Ciel was leaning against a wall, Sebastian next to them. They were staking out there new case. The Jack the Ripper case.
"If we stay here no one is bound to get past us."
"Yes, my lord," Sebastian responded to Ciel's remark.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!"
An ear-piercing scream reached the pair. Ciel quickly rushed to where the scream had come from, cursing under his breath, Sebastian followed close behind. They came to an open door, the room was pitch black inside, but in the darkness someone came out. Sebastian spoke, "Goodness, I never expected it was you... Grell Sutcliff..." Grell stepped out of the darkness, revealing her different form. "Honestly, you really think I did all this?" She said. That's when Madame Red stepped out as well, covered in blood, "AUNT!" Ciel shouted in shock. Madame read lunges at ciel with a knife, but she stops just short of him... she hesitated...
But because of it Grell lets her chainsaw rip Madame red to shreds.
Ciel stares in shock, and starts screaming at Grell.
"KILL HER!" He orders to Sebastian, "Yes, my lord," Sebastian responds. Grell and Sebastian fought, while ciel stares at the dead body of his aunt on the floor.
The fight carries on, Grell making flirtatious comments every now and then. Finally Sebastian throws his coat into the chainsaw, jamming it, "Damn it, Bassy!" Grell says. "You made me ruin my good tailcoat and for that, you'll pay," says Sebastian. Suddenly a pair of long garden shears come down and nearly hit Sebastian. A very proper man in a suit walks up to the two of them, retracting the garden shears. "Hello, my name is William T Spears, I'm from the grim reaper staffing association, here's my card," He flicks his card at Sebastian, before looking at Grell and continuing, "That is an un-authorized modified weapon you are using Grell," Grell let out a nervous chukle. William grabbed her by the collar, dragging her off, "Let. me. go. Will," Grell said in protest.
After they were gone, Sebastian walked over to Ciel, and after a chat they walked off as well.
You watched all of this.
Once everyone was gone you walked out to the crime scene, in an all white outfit, with a red cross necklace (or whatever you want to wear). You bent down and picked up the lifeless hand of Madame Red. “The red ink that spills from your chest, it’s a rather fitting colour choice…” you placed her hand back down, “It’s a shame really, blinded by anger, but I suppose you were as red as anger itself.” You stood up walking away from the scene, “I wonder what you would’ve been like if you weren’t killed here today… oh well.” You walked away, the click of your heels the only sound in the night.
As you walked down the empty London streets you couldn’t help but think to yourself how odd that Phantomhive boy was. He looked the same age as you, and had a demon as a servant. You weren’t sure what to think of him, but you definitely knew you wanted to meet him one day. I mean a boy who has a demon to his submission, that is certainly interesting.
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A week passed, and you decided to have a look at the Phantomhive manor. It was easy enough to get there, though the whole vibe of the place said: ‘no intruders’ so instead of actually going into the building, you just had a look through some of the windows. You finally had a look through what you would guess to be the main window. That’s where you saw… no one? Huh, that’s odd. You supposed they were just out, and decided to leave in the end.
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A good couple of weeks passed when Earl Phantomhive returned to his manor. You guessed he had some important work to attend to elsewhere. Not to bother though, as you did watch a bit of his daily life every now and then.
Soon you did get a call back to the grim reaper staffing association to take on a new mission, which involved a lot of souls needing to be collected so they needed your help as well. This was at the Noah’s Arc Circus, you were to go with William, and collect the souls.