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When the Lights Go Out
Eric collected only nine hundred and ninety-nine souls, Alan's never counted as the thousandth so the sinner wants one to complete his goal for eternity. Grell torture fic!
(References to An Eternal Sin are made here, I recommend you to read it! Set after the Kuroshitsuji Musical II)
Warnings: Graphic scenes, gore, sexual content
A/N UPDATE 2/21/13: I would like to bring to your attention that this is now a collaboration between myself and the stunning StickieBun (or StickieBun13 on dA). She has happily agreed to help me write this story and, hopefully, we shall all see the end to this piece.
I have read her works and they are quite the rarity to find. I recommend taking a peek at what she has written. Again, phenomenal writer, her style is one of a kind, oh yes indeed!
Anyway, this story has risen from the dead and is now active. Let the madness continue...
The night of November fifth was a special night to all the English, both reaper and human beings alike. It was Guy Fawkes Night, known as Bonfire Night, it consisted of bonfires.
To Grell, every year, he would go off to any of the majestic fires to witness its crimson blazes dance about with the gatherings of all folk, young and old, singing and playing their own jibes. Pagan traditions would be reborn and taken up in the heat of the festivities. As much as it was more of a human based holiday, a good majority of the Shinigami who originated from England celebrated as well but not so as extravagantly as Grell would do so.
While Grell frolicked with humans the reapers in his world had a bonfire of their own in the town square (which was fairly large mind you) of the London Division; there, it allowed a bonfire to burn freely without the hazard of catching the offices or commercial buildings ablaze. There was quite a fever developing this year in particular and Grell, before his departure to the human realm, had decided to stay a while to see what the hoopla was about.
This year, Grell was dressed in a, what appeared to be, near to whorish fashion with his thighs exposed to show a bit of some frail undergarment that threatened to apart within the second of walking. The hem of his dress dragged against the asphalt, his top was every the more flimsy; he looked more of a bar-tending waitress just waiting to be violated in the most dirtiest of ways. His long, scarlet hair was in a bun that threatened to loosen itself at the drop of a hat.
Proudly he strutted amongst the crowd of reapers that had began their own rave, whooping and running about like madmen with a torch was what some of the men done while the women danced along with their more chivalrous men when music was played somewhere amongst the Shinigami.
However, he was disappointed.
There was not much to do, the men with fire were such brutes and the cute ones were already taken.
He swore he saw Eric and Alan hand in hand and hand to waist going about with the music, Grell frowned and decided to look for Ronald. But, like the devil was there, Grell spotted Ronald howling amongst the young reapers, prowling in a predatory manner towards a group of girls that were giggling madly. Grell grimaced as the women of the Shinigami Realm so easily offered themselves up for Ronald and his friends.
So far all, save for Grell, was having fun.
Grell stared at his friends mingling with one another then he pushed passed a few drunks to go out into the nearly clean air of the street. The oak burned for the fire radiated an alluring scent but he swore he could smell drugs smoked in the air. Coughing slightly, he went passed a booth where drinks were served outside of the party and he went off to the darkness where the fire began to illuminate less of the town. Grell sighed.
Seeing this made him dispassionate about this year's Guy Fawkes Night so he decided to go to the offices where he knows where one, the only English Shinigami, lone man was destined to go overtime for the night. Grell traversed out of the rave for the office district. In over a minute he found himself at the glass doors; the guard, who dressed casual for his jeans and pinstriped shirt, sat upon a stool next to a desk behind the glass doors.
He looked up to see Grell, eyes wide at the garish appearance, then he hesitated to open the door. Grell humbled about on his person and, thankfully, had his I.D. on him to confirm his authorization into the work area. After the man checked him, he nodded and allowed him to go while saying,"Mister...um, Miss-"
"Miss," Grell corrected over his shoulder.
"Miss, I'm leaving for the night so I'm going to set this door to auto lock. Once it closes, you can't get out of here and no one can get in here," he warned him, Grell shrugged it away,"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. You can lock the door, I have the key upstairs."
The guard hesitated. "Are you sure? I don't come back here until six tomorrow-"
"Just go."
And then Grell heard the glass door close shut. He sighed sadly and went on for the elevator. A few of the lights were turned on for the sake of any Shinigami that would work overtime. Grell pressed for the floor that William worked on and was there in a matter of seconds, he found himself standing in front of the door; the light was lit inside since he could see a crack of it shining through.
Grell never knocked, he simply entered with a glorious cry of,"William~!"
Oddly, the lights were off. He entered, he saw the dark oak desk, a black object that stood out from the blanched color of the room. William's chair was of white leather, matching the color scheme of the monotonous room; beyond there desk were three windows that were the size of a man, only wider and stretching as far as a dozen feet to the ceiling. From here, Grell could have a clear view of the festival in town. To his left was a lonesome plant and to the right the light switch was ready to be clicked.
His hand reached for it and the room was immediately illuminated.
He's not here...well then, I should go to Sebas-chan~
Grell pouted and slapped the switch off, he had the supposition of William leaving for home was only an hour or so Grell arrived. The redhead turned heel and slammed the door closed, he fumed and took several hallways down to his own office.
Unlike William's, it was vibrant with color, an ethereal of perfume filled the air when he opened the door. He smiled at the scent, since it calmed him, and turned on the light switch to look around. His own desk was a redwood one, painted and polished to look like velvet; there was only a singular window to his right that was only suited for getting air in and out of the office. It was smaller than William's and felt more cramped up with the towers of books and paper stacked throughout the room unattended for.
He went around to the red desk and opened the drawers, inside were a variety of nail products, polishes, and cutters. He searched it for the keys that would allow him to leave the offices but the key was not there. He fumed and looked at the hook on the door where he would normally hang his coat. The latter was missing from its place, he cursed,"Shit, it's at home."
Grell refused to look any more for anything that was not even there and decided to plop himself into the reclining swivel chair. His dress was ready and there was nobody to show it off to. He sat there for a few minutes, thinking of what to do. He could bring out his chainsaw and slash his way through the windows. That was always useful and he can pin the damage on someone else if he could pull it off. He thought carefully and then had the machine in his hands.
He got up, turned off the light, and left the room.
The trip to the front doors of the building were a breeze, he revved up th engine for the rotating blades to turn on. Positioning himself in front of the glass door he thrust the blades at the glass, hoping for it to shatter from impact but amazingly, it felt as though the chainsaw bounced off the glass. As he done it once more, it finally clicked to him that only a month ago, all the windows and doors were replaced with death scythe proofed glass to avoid any damages in case a fight would break out.
And the replacement was only made two weeks ago. Grell couldn't even dent the glass.
Frustrated, he stopped the machine and held it by his side, waiting for the security guard to come by.
Didn't he say he won't be back until six?
It was exactly 12:54 in the morning, Grell would have to wait for five hours. His heels clicked against the tiles as he went over to where the security guard's desk was. He saw there for a while and found the floor plan of the building. Curious, he looked at it and saw that it showed every single floor and room of the building, various exits, stairs, and even a ladder for some odd reason. A few minutes later, he lights above him flickered off. He remembered that lights go off at 1:00.
He grimaced.
"Stupid curfew hours-"
And then he heard a door slam shut close by. He leaped a mile out of his chair, ready to defend himself but realized he was a god of death, there was nothing to fear. Hell, he can wave a chainsaw while singing in soprano and still never get his clothes bloodstained. But the door slammed just a second ago, his brows furrowed and he decided to fallow the one who caused it with the intent of punishing the punk that had decided to play games with him.
His heels clicked and clacked, he found a door to the staircase wide open. He scoffed and began to ascend the stairs; he glanced upwards to see that the fire outside shinned through the windows, giving the stairway a reddish color.
What a romantic setting...for Poe.
When the thought crossed his mind, and as he decided to look upwards completely, he saw a shadow zoom in and out of sight. "Hey! You brute!" He shouted, and he gave chase. One heel snapped under the run, he cast both pairs out; it was from a whore and of poor quality, he could steal another pair. For insurance he summoned his chainsaw and pursued the owner of the shadow until he was brought up to his and William's floor; he had no idea how he ended up there but he could only say that he was just running to capture the shade.
He was amongst the room with cubicles, he peered over some of the walls to find who he was after.
Grell was a fairly tall Shinigami so he could easily peek over two cubicles at a time. He went on and found Ronald's cubicle, it was in array but somewhat organized. There were several letters stashed away between the desk and wall, he grabbed one and opened it. In the dim light shined through the window he could make out an elaborate penmanship but he failed to distinguish what it said. Out of respect he put it back in place and scanned the desk for anything interesting but found nothing of significance, he traveled around from desk to desk, seemingly forgetting exactly who he was after.
He found that Susie was having an affair with Harris; Peter nearly won a million Guinness from a steeplechase but lost all of his money when his horse loss; Jenny was pregnant for the fifth time; Fischer was ready to abandon Jenny. He forayed through other personal items, oh, what gossip he'll have for tomorrow! He was giddy in his excitement!
As he ruffled through Mary's diary he caught a wisp of tobacco in the air. He placed th book down and remembered that he was chasing somebody.
It was quiet but he heard the sharp taps of someone in the distance, it stopped but the silence was fallowed by a door creaking open and then closing gently as though not to wake anybody that slept. Lips twitched but his senses took over; there was something amiss. The security guard wouldn't have locked the doors if he knew there were other Shinigami in there but curfew had already came to be so the likeliness of a Shinigamo sleeping over were very slim.
He wanted company all of a sudden, being alone in the darkness of the offices irked the redhead so he pushed himself to go for the office door that closed. He turned around and found himself standing in front of the office of Eric Slingby.
His hand touched the handle, it was warm as though someone held their flesh to the brass handle for a long time. There was a bit of hesitation; he saw through the cracks that the lights were on, which was unnatural since the building would cut off its own power after curfew. He hear the sound calm inhales and exhales and the smoke came pouring out. Grell though he was opening a door to Hell. He bit his lip.
"Why're you hesitating? Open the damn door!" Came a gruff, husky voice from the inside, Grell sworn he only knew one reaper that had that manly tone. It was Eric, but how can he-
Grell opened the door and found Eric sitting at his desk with a cigarette at hand and an ashtray to his left side. The blond lacked his blazer and vest, he wore his dress shirt in a languid manner and his tie was loose. Grell stood at the threshold as though he had seen a ghost.
The truth was that he was seeing a ghost. He was frozen where he was, petrified with fear as Eric stared at him, then, as if it could be any casual than horrifying, the blond glanced about the room and addressed Grell,"Good evening...looks like no one's moved into my office, huh? But no one's keeping it clean either, guess you can't care for the dead..." He exhaled and shifted his gaze back to Grell. "A bit dressed up like a whore there, you're just a ball of sanctimony right there!"
Eric threw his head back and laughed hard.
As he laughed, Grell could only rasp out,"How come you're alive? I saw your soul and Alan's go up and away! You died and that was nearly a year ago!" Eric suddenly mollified his laughter and glared at him.
"Yeah, y'know that tip you gave me a while back, getting a thousand souls to get rid of the Thorns of Death? I got a thousand alright but Alan's never counted, I'm dead but I still never got what I wanted so...I crawled my ass all the way from Hell to get here, just to catch you here. Honestly, humans should know what they're doing! Setting up bonfires...it's calling all these nasty monsters out of that inferno! I'm not a monster, I was placed there because I couldn't hold back my frustration, better yet because of you, Grell, I'm stuck there!"
Grell looked down. "My apologies, but I never thought you would actually fall for it, I mean...I was only going to see if you truly loved Alan, of course, woe be told, you were out killing more than I can count and it was too late to stop your spree-"
Eric slammed his hand on the table. "I was at nine hundred and ninety-nine souls, Grell, all those innocent lives topped off by Alan's!" He shouted furiously, Grell flinched. "So, in technicality, I'm still at nine hundred and ninety-nine." His voice softened and he spoke warmly,"I never reached a thousand but tonight I shall."
"A thousand? And what soul do you want? I can tell you, nobody here is pure and if you're staking for my soul then you can forget about me! I'm not as pure as you put it with those other women that reached your criteria for pureness!" Grell threw himself into a panic. He was willing to reject his feminism to avoid death by a ghost. Grell tried to think rationally but the sight of Eric speaking to him had shuffled his mind into an array of cards that were scattered and unable to sort themselves properly. He startled himself when he bumped into the door frame. "Ahn!"
"Your soul is what I want to drag back to Hell with me," Eric growled so suddenly, the door closed and an unseen force threw Grell into the dusty office; the blond got up and locked the door with a key, he slit it under so that Grell could not escape. Grell let out a yelp when he felt Eric's shoe hit him stair in the ribcage. Now he could feel him, he just struck him and he was no mere ghost; he looked up to see Eric's eyes and, much to his fear terror, found that they were not the usual green with emerald ringed irises.
They were a violent shade of red mixed with maroon; Eric was converted into a demon after his demise and Grell was going to be his very first victim.
"Oh God, oh Jesus, oh no," Grell whimpered weakly, he was sprawled onto the carpet with the demonic ex-Officer looming over him, ready to barrage him with the most terrifying acts he could thin of. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I lead you to a life of crime! I was jealous, I told you that before! You just had the perfect life with Alan, I found it unfair to have not even a taste of that love you two shared! Please! S...spare me and take someone other than me-"
And Grell was slugged across the jaw. He screamed and shut his eyes, he felt a heavy weight mount itself over his. Grell squarely kicked him in the groin, the man groaned painfully and Grell scrambled to his feet, he ran to the door but then remembered that Eric had locked the door and shoved the key under. Fear took over and the redhead lost consciousness of his mind, it forced him to open his mouth widely and bite at the handle of the door until it was ultimately crushed by his jaws.
He tried to push the door opened but remembered that the doors open inward only.
Grell was cornered, Grell was grabbed by is ankles, Grell was dragged towards the once dead Shinigami, now turned demon.
"Please!" Grell begged, only to have his skirt ripped to shreds. He could see that Eric lacked those important glasses and gloves, he could see the nails had turned black, a clear sign he had lost any sort of humanity in him. For all Grell knew, Eric could only be using his former appearance to disguise a much more terrifying one. The man had him pinned down, he dipped his head down and growled in Grell's ear,"If you can find a way to escape or avoid me until opening hours then I'll let you keep your soul...and I probably won't violate you. But to get things started..."
A rough hand was brought under the shreds of the skirt Grell work, it wrapped around a soft length and gently squeezed. Eric chuckled at the sound of Grell's helpless whimper, then he grinned when the redhead looked ready to shed a tear. There was not much the redhead could do, he was stuck in a room, he forced himself to push out the danger of Eric and embraced the sexuality of it all. Grell may have been overconfident but he could so easily avoid Eric in this game.
"A...alright, I suppose we can start like this," Grell began, his confidence was, however, missing. Eric smirked.
A/N: This is meant for Halloween so enjoy it everyone! Yes, Bonfire Night is real, go an look it up!
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