It was a terrible day; the sky was covered in dark clouds. It was raining heavily, the kind of rain that soaks through your clothes even if you're only outside for a little while. It was normal, per say; just another rainy and gloomy day. But today wasn't normal as it appeared- no one was outside, the sidewalks and roads were almost bare, if not for the very small amount of carriages and people.
In the dark alleyways of London, they, meaning whores, had to worry. They had to fret and hurry home on such a deserted and dark day. It was dangerous for them on any normal day anyways- Jack the Ripper was out for them.
But they were safe right now- Jack the Ripper was busy on Mary Kelly, doing her make up. Her beautiful red make up.
Grell sighed and went to undo the scarf around Mary's mouth. She was shaking in fear as he approached her- she had every reason to. She was face to face with Jack the Ripper, everyone called him. She knew she was going to be one of his victims if she wasn't saved soon. She knew she would die- it was scary, very, very frightening. She was going to die, and she didn't even know why. She knew this man's face now; and she almost wished she didn't. He might let go of her for some reason if she didn't know his face, but, she had seen it and there was always the possibility for her to report him. She shook as he got closer to her- and gasped as he undid the scarf, setting it aside. It was okay for now- he wasn't killing her yet. Maybe she had a chance. Maybe, just maybe. He turned to her and quietly murmured 'shh', putting his finger to his lips. She watched curiously as he turned around and got something- and she smelt something quiet terrible. It smelt like blood, was he getting a knife of some sort? She was crying now, wishing he would just forgive her for whatever she did wrong.
He approached her, with a tin of something in his hands- it was small and… it resembled a lip gloss case. He was twirling a brush in it, and she wondered why he would bother to put make up on her. But- it smelled. That was what she had smelled, yes, - it was blood. He was going to put blood on her instead of proper lip-gloss? That in itself was disgusting. The look of happiness of his face also made her sick, he was happy about all of this. He was enjoying her fear (as she thought). She wanted to protest when he made to put it on, but she knew that would probably result in an earlier death then he- and she, expected. After he had put a neat coat on her bottom lip, he started on the upper lip- when he was almost done, a thunderbolt struck nearby, resulting in her jumping and the blood- lip gloss- was smeared a tiny bit too far to the side. He made an annoyed noise and she started shaking, and she started to feel even more scared as he turned around to pick something up. Then she called out; after choking on her own words and just trembling- "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Please!" she was surprised her own voice was so frail and small- she had spoken so quietly that she thought for a moment he didn't hear her, and was about to repeat herself when he turned around and stared at her. She jumped- he looked frightening, his overly sharp and overly large teeth glinting as another thunderbolt struck somewhere.
Grell wondered what she meant- was she sorry for having an abortion? For giving up the fact that she could have babies, and he couldn't, even thought he wanted a child terribly? The thought just made him angrier. Then he realized that she only meant 'sorry' to jumping and smearing the lip stick- he was a bit annoyed at that, but it was a reflex so he wasn't that angry. Now he was enraged- she didn't even think about the abortion after it was done. She didn't care; she was a whore and the amazing and glorious fact that she could give life was a nuisance to her. She didn't want a child; she had nagged and groaned about it like it was stupid and unimportant. She had talked and shared her annoyance with Madame Red- calling children useless. He didn't realize it but he was baring his teeth at her. She cried more now- she was not being loud, but she was silent, probably not to 'annoy' him. It bugged him more than her being loud- and the fact that she was holding in most her tears so he didn't hurt her. He knew all too well how scared she really was- but she did not know that.
He sighed- and- a bit reluctantly set down the knife he was holding. He had hid it well under his sleeve- so she did not see it and scream. That would be annoying- someone just might walk in after hearing it, too. That would not be any good; he would probably have to kill anyone who walked in on this.
The table bore an assortment of lip-gloss cans, a few of them consisting of blood and others normal- and a few other kinds of make up. Blush, eyelash enhancer, eyeliner- all of this was in red, of course- Grell's favorite color, the most beautiful and sinful color. He checked his watch now- it was time for him to pick up Madame Red. He walked behind Mary, checking to make sure that the ropes would not fall off. Looking around for a moment, he picked up the scarf he had used earlier and tied it around her mouth, again, gagging her. He sighed at the way the lip-gloss was now smeared- it looked quite messy. Picking up a rag, he roughly wiped it off her face until there was not any of the mess left. Checking the tie around her mouth, making sure it would not come undone, he walked briskly out of the small shack- he had to hurry. He picked up his coat on his way out and shrugged it on, ignoring Mary's whines and moans of discomfort. He closed the door, and making sure it was locked, and hurried to get Madame Red.
Okay first chapter, this will, I assure you, not end up with Ciel and Sebastian seeing this. It will be much more interesting after a while I promise, but, for now it's going to go slow. Maybe after chapter two some things will really start getting interesting.
If you like please review, so I can see if I'm doing well!~ and it would motivate me a lot if you said you wanted to see more.
Btw, surprisingly, even if this plot will have extremely serious tone to it, there will be FLUFF, because I need to write fluff. (what am I saying…)
OH DID I MENTION THIS BUT, I DO NOT OWN KUROSJITSUJI I AM JUST WRITING FANFICTION…. And I made up the whore's name this time- it's kinda like the actual name but idk if it is the actual name. okay.
I made up an awful lot of stuff in this plot- some made up characters, yes, of course.
