A/N: i'm gonna say it before anyone else can: i am not that great at writing. don't judge. thanks for reading. please review.

-Kensington

I walked up the stairs of the Phantomhive's mansion, taking my time as my hand moved along the railing. Ciel impatiently called my name and I sighed, annoyed by his voice. I walked into his office, where he sat behind his desk with a cup of tea in his hand.

"You called me?" I asked, staring at him blankly.

"You sound rather annoyed, Evelyn." He smirked.

"Why ever would I be annoyed?" I heard Sebastian walk into the room, then internally rolled my eyes as Ciel's attention was turned to him.

"My Lord, Elizabeth is waiting for you downstairs." He said in his velvety voice. The young man sighed, obviously not wanting to deal with his fiance at the time.

"Fine," He said. "Evelyn, I need you to get rid of this man." Ciel pushed a paper towards me on his desk. "After you kill him, dispose of his body." He stood up and made his way out of the room, leaving Sebastian and I alone.

"It must be odd for you to not be doing his dirty work, right Sebastian?" The corners of my mouth twitched up into a smile.

"I don't care who does the dirty work. I'll get the young master's soul either way." Sebastian's obsession with Ciel's soul was interesting. How far would he go to get his soul? I often ask myself this question.

"Better go, the young master's calling." I said, and right after I did I heard Ciel calling Sebastian's name. I picked up the paper, though I already knew who I was to kill. Henry Falswerth, a well-known drug dealer. This would be easy, though I knew he would have maximum security. As long as I could kill someone, and taste a tortured Henry's blood I would be satisfied.

Sebastian walked out of the room, and I did the same. He walked down stairs while I walked to a room, opening the closed door. The inside of the room looked normal, but if someone opened the wooden chest they would no longer think so.

Inside the chest was an assortment of knives, all relatively small. I picked up one, the only one I would need. Henry's security would be easy to get rid of, as Henry would be. But simply snapping his neck would do me no good. I needed to torture him, to make him beg me to kill him. His blood wouldn't taste good if he didn't beg me to kill him.

After I closed the chest and carefully hid the knife in the pocket of my dress, I walked out of the room. Elizabeth's enthusiasm annoyed me greatly as I walked passed her and out the door.

Henry was too easy to find. As I walked up the front stairs of the building, his men smirked at me. I flashed them a coy smile, forcing myself to blush. One man laughed, and I answered his question before he asked it.

"My master sent me here," I said, making my voice as innocent as I could.

This time I let him ask his question, while I glanced at how many men there were. There were only three that I could see, which was easy enough. "A little missy like you shouldn't be out here alone. Who's your master?"

I took a step closer to him, my smile disappearing. "Where is Henry?" I asked.

"I don't think I know who you're talking about." He said, looking at the men standing on both of his sides. The sky was turning grey, soon it would rain.

"That's not the answer I was looking for." I frowned. My mind told me he was going to say, "Why don't you just run along home." I reached out, wrapping my hand around his throat. The men flanking him immediately jumped towards me, but I predicted their moves before they could grab me. My fingers bit into the man's neck, and I used my other hand to break his neck. I heard a definite crack and he dropped to the ground.

The two men stared at me in disbelief before one lunged at me. Grabbing his leg, I twisted it, smiling at the sound if him crying out in pain. The other man reached me, trying to me away from the man to no avail. All it took was one hand to break his nose to the point of it piercing his brain.

After he had dropped, I broke the last man's neck. I finished the way up the stairs, smiling. The door was not locked, it opened without a problem. Inside the building was quiet and not one person was in sight. Suspicion crept into my mind, and then my mind predicted the words of someone in another room.

"Sir, someone's inside. The men in the front are all dead."

A different man was about to say, "Get rid of him!" I sighed; no one ever considered the fact that a cold blooded psychopath could be a women.

I used one hand to untie the ribbon I wore around my neck. As the man saw me, I wrapped it around his throat and strangled him. He let out a mangled sound before he died. I let his body drop and retied the blue ribbon around my neck.

Four men came running towards me, guns in their hands. I cocked my head, still walking forward. They were all about to shoot. When they pulled the trigger, I almost laughed; a mere bullet wouldn't kill someone like me. People like them couldn't kill someone of my kind. The bullets were right about to hit me before I flicked them back their way. Each bullet hit each man in the head, and I let myself feel satisfied at my good aim.

I guess I was wrong to think Henry would have maximum security. I wondered why that was as I walked. Another man tried to kill me, but I picked him up by the leg and slammed his head against the floor. The door to where Henry is stood in front of me, my mind made predictions of his movements and words more easily.

Henry was about to get up and start pacing, and the person in the room with him was going to sit down. I opened the door, seeing that my predictions were true. Henry was a tall man, skinny from using the drugs he sold. The man next to him was the opposite; he was short and fat, and he stank of sweat and whiskey. They both looked up at me, their surprisal evident on their faces.

"What didn't expect a girl?" I asked, smirking at the two men.

"Why are you just standing there? Kill her, damn you!" Henry said to the man, and the man pulled out a gun. He shot at me, missing by far. I threw my head back and laughed, stepping forward to take the gun and then shooting him in the thigh. He went down, clutching his bleeding wound.

I turned my attention towards my dinner, grinning wickedly. Poor Henry looked terrified as he backed up against the wall, staring at the wailing man with horror in his eyes. Rolling my eyes, I shot the man, killing him just to shut him up. "Hello there Henry,"

He looked at me, his body visibly shaking as I inched closer to him. "W-who are you?"

"I would tell you but it just doesn't matter. You're quite stupid, you know." Henry looked at the knife in my hand, staring at it. "You should have had more men guarding you." I brought the knife to my mouth, licking it. "I'm going to kill you."

Henry tried to run, but I had already grabbed him, my fingers biting down into his wrist in a deadly grip. Throwing him down, I broke his thumb, causing him to cry out in pain. I grinned, pleased with his pain. Bringing the knife to his stomach, I cut at the fabric of his shirt, and then cut the skin underneath. Henry squirmed and I cut along his right cheek, causing him to scream out in pain again.

"Stop!" He screamed out.

I ignored this, cutting a line above his right eyebrow and watching as the blood dripped down and he closed his eye so his blood wouldn't get in his eye. I cut a line down his bicep, and he let out another scream. His blood would taste good. I could already feel it sliding down my throat. The blood of the tortured and sick, whether it be sick with drugs or actually sick, always tasted the best.

"Please, stop, kill me!" I smirked; he was so weak. This was over so quickly, but I was happy to soon taste his blood.

"You deserved this, Henry." I put the knife down and lowered my head, then let my teeth sink into the sensitive skin of his throat. For a moment I savored the sound of his screams and taste of his blood, but then remembered that I still had lessons to teach Ciel. So I stood up, wiping my mouth, and cleaned up the mess I had made.

"Did you clean up the mess?" Ciel asked as I walked inside the mansion.

I stared at him, "Yes, young master."

He smiled. "Good."

Sebastian stood behind him, a small smile on his face as he looked at me. "How did he taste?"

"Could've been better,"

He nodded and I smiled at him.

"Good."