[[Author's Note: This is an ongoing roleplay between me and lululeighsworld . tumblr .com . Set in modern ages, and in an alternate universe, Grell Sutcliff and William T. Spears meet from two opposite ends of the spectrum. Enjoy!]]

Chapter 1

These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die,

like fire and powder,

Which, as they kiss, consume.

Being one of the most respected men in London was not an easy task. From meetings with the Prime Minister himself to traveling across the world in his own private jet, the luxury life was certainly one of rarity.

He'd grown up in a rich home, and been raised in the upper class his entire life. His job consisted of being the CEO of his very own glasses company, one of the top in the world. People knew him by name, opened the door for him, and feared him due to his wealth.

William T. Spears was a lonely man, a stoic man, and an emotionless void that seemed to have an ego too big for his own good.

Despite that fact, he had many friends and many contacts. More than anything, they wanted him around for the fact he usually paid for their drinks, but that didn't stop him from accepting an invitation to go drinking tonight. Anything to get his mind off the business trip he'd be taking in a week. New York was the last place he wanted to be in the winter. Not that he hadn't traveled the world already- honestly, New Zealand was his favorite place to visit- it was just he always seemed to be visiting the most beautiful places in the world alone.

No more dwelling on that, he was going to have a good time tonight whether it killed him or not. Stepping out of his flat and into the parking garage next to it, a teenage boy immediately perked up, throwing a cigarette to the side and standing from the parking gate booth.

"Ah, hello Mr. Spears! Going out tonight?"

"Yes, Ronald. Mind grabbing my car for me?"

Ronald nodded, catching the pair of keys that was thrown to him by the older, dark haired man. After a few more moments, a sleek, all black Ferrari came around the corner, driven by the young boy. It came to a stop, and Ronald got out, leaving it in front of William.

"There you go, sir."

William nodded in appreciation, sliding the boy a rather gracious tip as he got into his car, leaving the parking garage with a skid of his tires. He was immediately met with an overflow of traffic, stretching around the corner, even though the bar he was going to was merely in walking distance. A businessman such as himself didn't walk, especially with a car like his.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he took his eyes off the road to check it. A text from Eric Slingby, a manager from his company, filled the screen.

Text Message- From: Eric Slingby "You ready to party tonight boss? Already got a round of shots waiting."

William typed him back rather quickly, a smirk filling his face. "Count me in for doubles."

Being one of the most well known women in London was not an easy task. Of course, this all depended on one's definition of "well known". If patrolling London's streets night by night in bright red heels and skimpy outfits, looking out for anyone that would take her (and of course pay well; that was the whole point of this), and having a good time, than she was certainly the woman to be holding that title. She had grown up in a horrible house, being kicked out at the age of sixteen.

What a lovely birthday present that was.

She had learned to grow up fast, and quickly learned all the tricks there were in the trade. Her life consisted of sleeping by day and waltzing around the city by night, on the prowl for anyone that could meet her demands. It wasn't the best life, but it certainly was the only one she could manage.

Besides, what was better than her regular clients knowing her by name?

Grell Sutcliff was a fortunate woman, a lucky one at that; a complete party and a half in one sense, but in a split second could change to a bomb set on a timer. With these dual personalities, and even then, there were sometimes more than two, she had managed to keep one person around all these years.

How she had managed to do that, she would never know, but things like this were best not to think about at times. Talking to this person kept her mind from wandering, stopped it from going to that dark place that she knew existed. She had been there before and would rather not return if she could help it. Not that she didn't always want to be here in this world either. Sometimes an escape to those dark places in her mind was needed; it was where there was no pain and no suffering. She could have some peace if she really needed it.

Enough thinking about that though.

Now was not the time to go to that place. Tonight, she had some serious work to do. Picking up the bar's phone (let's face, she brought them business, and they let her do as she pleased), she dialed her one friend's number, waiting to hear the gentle voice in her ear.

"I know you're at the bar Grell. Really. My phone has caller ID. Besides, I already told you once-"

"But Alan! I promise tonight will be fun! Everyone who's anyone will here tonight for the show. That means tons of cuties to pick up on~"

"Grell, you know very well that I am not interested in women."

"Did I say women? The show is full of women dancers Alan. Of course the majority of the people here tonight will be men,"

"Well maybe I could slip out for a drink or two... No, I can't. You know I have to study for school now. How else am I supposed to pass? I can't just let my education and money flush down the toilet."

She sighed into the receiver, curling a piece of hair around her finger. "Very well. I can still stay over later if I can't hit up anyone tonight, right?"

"Of course. I told you my door is always open if you need it. I must go. Talk to you later."

She could hear the dial tone in her ear as he hung up, and she placed the phone back down on the receiver with a slight frown. There was no way she would be needing to spend the night at Alan's. She would beg to let someone take her home for the night, just so she wouldn't look so dependent on the young man.

"Are you ready Miss Sutcliff? The show is going to start shortly." The bar tender approached her with a smile. A nice man. She had been over to his place a few times.

"More than ever." She returned his smile with a grin and a wink, making her way out of the back and out into the main room. Here she raised her hands above her head, twirling in a circle as they settled at her hips "Now my dears~ Let the fun commence~"