Red or Black?
A/N A short preview of what I had in mind for this fic. This is only something I'm editing to try and help get my writing style back to the way it was. Might rewrite it later on if I have the time. (If you want more information on why I'm doing this check out my profile.)
Also, I'll be using male pronouns for Grell at the beginning of the prologue but use female pronouns the whole way after. The reasons why? You'll know after reading the actual fic. Enjoy ^^
Prologue
At the very edge of London's Slum District, inside a rundown building, two doors right and up 3 flights of stairs there was a small apartment where a well-known prostitute and her customer had been seen entering not two hours ago.
This prostitute, Annie Shepherman, had she known what her fate was to be, would have definitely been wise enough to stay away from that particular customer. But alas she hadn't had the slightest clue and now lay lifelessly beneath the feet of that very same customer.
The customer looked to be a man of his early twenties. With long crimson red hair like the finest Indian silk, eyes like high-class green titanite and skin as soft and smooth as porcelain, one could only describe the bloodstained man as a fallen angel.
This 'angel' took a moment to look down at his bloodstained hands and then stare listlessly at the now lifeless corpse beneath him. Moonlight shone down on the corpse through the open windows and as it reflected itself off the corpse's inanimate skin the words "beautiful," escape the man's tainted lips. Even after death, no, only after death was the victim's corpse this radiant and desirable.
No living creature, be it a human, animal or supernatural being could compete against such beauty.
If there was such creature it could only be his dear 'madam'.
Most of his kind would call him mad if they knew of his affections towards the human. But alas what did they know. They never understood him. They never even tried…
Only his madam knew his pain. Only she, the woman who clad herself head to toe in the colour she so hated, knew what it felt like as himself.
That was why he did this. Why his victims, such as Annie Shepherman, were mutilated as such. And why he went as far as to violate the code of neutrality to aid her.
"I do this only for you my dear sweet, Madam Red."
