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Chapter 1: Scarlet Fever

'They haven't seen me yet. They don't know I am here.' I kept reminding myself. I couldn't help but get a tingling sensation in my the tips of my fingers, I was beginning to shiver with excitement. The day had finally came, my plan was prepared and I was ready for this. I looked down from the rooftop to the street stained with blood. I had watched the fight unfold, Madame Red was dead, her blood filled the street, the smell was odd.

A man with hair as red as her blood was on the floor, Grell. Sebastian had pinned him down with his leg and a saw about to attack Grell. I had to stifle a growl as I looked at him. My wrist itched, as if to point out the reason why I was here. 'I will get my answers Sebastian.'

"I apologize for interrupting. Let me introduce myself: I am William T. Spears, an administrator at the Grim Reaper Staffing Association. I've come to retrieve that reaper there." My head snapped up, the fighting had stopped between them, I looked at my target and back to see the third member to the group; a tall man wearing a dark suit to match his dark hair. He must have been the speaker, the voice was unfamiliar to me. Then, the red haired Reaper Grell spoke up,

"William! Oh, William! Did you come to save me-Urgh!" He was cut short when the man I presumed to be William jumped from the chimney that he was neatly balancing on, and landed straight on Grell's face. He flipped open a book casually and began reading aloud,

"Attention, Reaper Grell Sutcliff, you have violated several regulations. First, you killed people not on the To-Die list. Second, you used a death scythe that had been modified without authorisation and finally, you offered someone strictly classified information regarding the identity of his relatives' murderer. I apologize for all of the trouble this wretch has caused. Here, please accept my card." He bowed and passed a card to Sebastian who took it without giving it a moment's notice. While bowing he gingerly said "honestly, I never thought I'd see the day when I had to bow my head to demon scum like you. This is a disgrace to all grim reapers." Sebastian smiled wickedly and replied in a simple tone,

"Then perhaps you should keep a better eye on your minions...so they don't trouble us. Humans are so easily tempted. They will do anything when in the grip of utter despair. They will grasp at any thread that promises to save them from unhappiness, no matter the consequences. You should know that." To which William retorted,

"That's a charming bit of hypocrisy. You demons capitalize on that quality more often than we do."

"That I cannot deny." William looked back to Ciel as he spoke.

"Right now you seem to be a tame dog; that makes you far less dangerous than the rabid mongrels running around free. Now, come with me, Grell. We're leaving. We're already shorthanded, and here you've gone and landed me with even more overtime. The Board is not going to be pleased." Just then, Sebastian threw the saw straight at William's head. Who simply caught it between two fingers.

"I assume you want that, yes?" Not looking amused, William replied,

"Yes, thank you. Now, if you'll please excuse us." After he dragged Grell's body into the dark alley, Sebastian sighed and turned back to Ciel. I grabbed my rifle and aimed. I followed him with the nose and waited.

"I'm sorry, my lord. I allowed half of Jack the Ripper to escape." Ciel seemed to be rather out of it and responded slowly,

"It's all right... It's... done." Sebastian knelt down to touch his face and said,

"You're chilled to the bone, master. Let's hurry back to the house now. I'll make some hot tea to warm you up." Ciel still appeared to be in a bit of shock and replied,

"That's a good idea."

My gut instinct, which I had learned to trust, told me that now was my chance. I took a sharp breath in and readjusted my aim back onto Sebastian. The
scope I had forcibly removed was awkwardly jabbing me in my side. I ignored it and let my mind focus on the task at hand. I zoomed in my gaze and whispered under my breath,

"The hunt is on." I pulled the trigger.

~O~

No One's POV:

There was silence. Both Ciel and Sebastian were left in surprise. The screaming of a bone in Sebastian's shoulder breaking caused the nights quiet to become short lived and shattered. He backed away from Ciel with wide eyes. Ciel's eye was even wider.

"Sebastian!" As quickly as the shock on Sebastian's face came, it left. He appeared calm, but really found that shot quite annoying.

"I am fine young master." He paused and looked up to where the shot had been fired, narrowing his eyes. "What shall you have me do my lord?" Ciel too seemed angry and shouted,

"Find the shooter!" Sebastian bowed.

"Yes my lord." With ease he swept Ciel up and jumped nimbly up onto the roofs. After a few more seconds of deftly manoeuvring around he found the scent of where the shooter had been. He placed Ciel down and inhaled deeply. He was confused. He smelled the air again which was not that useful.

"What's wrong?"Ciel asked.

"I am afraid the shooter is long gone my lord, we wouldn't be able to catch him." Ciel was disappointed and rather confused,

"Why would someone want to shoot you?" Sebastian was also at a loss, he shrugged his shoulders and winced slightly. 'Why indeed',

"I can tell you this though my lord, they are good. That shot went right through the collarbone." He was not too worried, it would heal soon enough. Ciel was getting more frustrated by the total lack of understanding.

"Could they have been an associate of Madame Red? Or even Grell?" Sebastian shook his head,

"I believe that to be highly unlikely, I can't smell either in the scent." Sebastian thought for a fraction of a second. 'I have never come across this scent before.' Something caught his eye then; it shone in the crack of the chimney, a vibrant gold. He picked it out easily enough and found it to be a bullet. He handed it to Ciel, who inspected it before the colour went from his face. He was staring at bottom of it, and whispered,

"Impossible." Sebastian took a step towards his master and asked in a concerned voice,

"What is it my lord?" Ciel looked like he might have been sick from what he just witnessed. He handed it back to Sebastian who went straight to the bottom and his eyes widened in shock as well. It was his mark. The same mark on his right hand, the same mark on Ciel's eye. The mark of a Demon. Ciel spoke up then.

"It seems we have been invited to a new game." Sebastian had gone back to his calm mask when he replied,

"It appears so my lord." No one should know of their contract, or his mark for that matter. Or so he thought. Ciel looked at his butler and asked,

"So what does this mean?" Sebastian cocked his head,

"It means whatever you want it to my lord. Do you wish to investigate?" Ciel looked back at the bullet in Sebastian's hand, thinking for a moment before responding,

"Yes. Yes I shall. But for now, we will go home." The butler put his hand over his heart and bowed low.

"Yes my young lord."