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Original post date: 7/3/2018

Grammer editing: 9/27/2018

Editing: 11/14/2018

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Chapter one

Standing atop the roofs of London I watched the sun disappear behind the horizon of the city. Grinning at the thought of just how much money I was going to make on this current job. Deciding to get to work, I stretched lifting my arms over my head.

"Might as well get on with it."

Jumping down from the rooftop I landed with ease, sort of, on the ground. The slight tingle in my legs told me I needed to do more training. I was currently in an alleyway watching as my target exited the brothel they had been in for about an hour. I snuck under their carriage and begin my intel gathering as I secured myself to the underside.

You see that's what I do, sell and gather information at a high price. I'm damn good at my job too. With how good I am, on more than one occasion I've been asked to do assassinations, but that's not my thing. However, sometimes I really want to do it…. For free… with as much filth that's here in London.

This current job is about Jack the Ripper. I already know who it is, but I needed proof. Which is why I'm currently under the carriage of one Madam red. She's the aunt of the current head of Phantomhive, Guard Dog of the Queen. To point the finger at her would need absolute proof.

"Madam it seems there's a rat" Her butler, Grell Sutcliff, said in a voice that sent a chill down my spine. He's not really a butler, but for now, I'll keep that to myself.

"Hmm, then I guess you should take care of it" Madam Red replied with a hint of humor to her voice.

That's my queue to get the hell out of dodge. Letting go of the carriage, I flattened myself to the street so I wouldn't be hit by the baggage area underneath. One of the many times I'm glad to be small. All 5ft 3in of me. Though I do have to bind my chest sometimes.

I took a deep breath and got up, attempting to brush myself off, I was currently in a position that had my back to the retreating carriage. Huffing I turned around just in time to see the butler come at me with his damn chainsaw.

"Fuck" I hissed jumping backward. I wasn't fast enough causing him to be able to catch me with the blades down my chest, right between my breast and just under my them.

"Such horrid words for a lady" Grell tsked at me waving his finger back and forth as he rested his weapon on his shoulder.

Raising a brow at him, I replied "what lady? All I see is a fruitcake and criminal." I placed a hand on my hip. "By the way that hurt" Waving my other hand towards my chest indifferently.

"I will paint you red for that!" Grell seethed at me revving up his weapon.

Guess he didn't like that fruitcake comment. I didn't have the time to really muse over it much past that as he came at me again. Deciding on getting my chest wound taken care instead of playing with him was the smartest option at the moment. So I high tailed it out of there. Winking at the butler as I did so.

However, I underestimated Grell's rage with me because after thirty minutes of weaving my way through the alleyways trying to make my getaway the dam butler followed on my heel almost catching me with his weapon a few times. I knew of one place I'd be safe so I turned in that direction.

My chest was covered with blood, of course, I'd pick white to ware today of all days. I wasn't in pain at the moment, just a slight burning sensation. But that was probably the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

It took me twenty more minutes of running to lose Grell and get to Undertakers. But of course, things weren't in my favor. I should have stayed in bed today.

"Damn kid" I growled out. That brat Ciel Phantomhive was walking in with his ever-present Butler. "Well now what?" slumping against the wall I looked down at myself. "Well I wasn't going to be able to avoid them forever now was I?"

Mind made up I darted into Undertakers shop, the bell overhead rang violently as came crashing in. Heaving at this point, I didn't give two shits about faking respect and all that bull shit. I just continued forward into the central part of the shop pushing past the brat and his 'butler.'

"What the devil!?" Ciel all but shouted. When he saw me. The look on his face as I just pushed past him was worth it. His ever stoic butler was silent taking in the scene before him.

"Well, well dear seams you took a bit of a bite" Undertaker practically sang his words ending in a giggle. Sure Undertaker laugh it up.

"What the bloody hell are you wearing! It is indecent!" Ciel screeched. Looking behind me I saw the blush on his face and smirked. But chose to ignore him acting as if he said nothing.

"Let me have a look," Undertaker said a bit too seriously. Yanking me down into a sitting position on a nearby coffin. With no hesitation, Undertaker proceeds to rip my white shirt open further. Along with the white high necked jumper underneath. I heard the brat yelling in the background but again choose to ignore him.

"Undertaker…" I said in a teasing tone. "If you wanted to see me undressed you could have said so."

"Well then," Undertaker said trying to have light tone but failing as he assessed my wound.

This could be an excellent way to get the brat rilled up, I may have been hired by the police force to get information on the ripper, but I bet Ciel Phantomhive would pay more.

"Hey…. Phantomhive, If you pay well, I'll tell you info on the ripper." I turned my head to look right at him. Clearing his throat, Ciel looked away from me as I was currently uncovered from the waist up, the fabric of my jumper and shirt barely covering my nipples.

Like most men, he didn't seem to appreciate my outfit choices. Which consisted of a white sleeveless, high necked bodysuit with a black garter belt under it. Over that was a fitted long sleeve white shirt with tapered cuffs and frills down the bust and around the neck. It was tucked into skin-tight high waisted shorts that came maybe two inches past my ass. Then last by not least is my black thigh highs attached to the garter belt. On my feet were boots, like what you would find on Sailor Jupiter only black, we'll get into how I know that reference later. Promise. Maybe.

"And what could you possibly offer me that Undertaker cannot?" I thought for a moment about what to say. In the meantime, Undertaker laid me down and further inspected my wounds. Humming to himself. Sighing I spoke

"I know the identity of the ripper" Butler boy, who had been oddly silent till now decided to speak.

"And how pray tell would you know that?" Ciel looked at his pet then at me. Closing his eyes. I can only assume he was in deep thought. I smirked a bit. Even though Ciel's butler had a blank look to him, it was apparent he was curious.

"The same way I know you're named after a big black dog…. Mephistopheles" all was silent in the room. Sebastian's eyes flashed red for just a second. Good, he knows my information is on par if not better than Undertakers. I was to busy staring at Sebastian to notice if any type of look past the faces of Ceil or Undertaker.

"Sebastian, this is an order. Assist the Undertaker with the lady." Ciel's tone was almost bored sounding, but a glance at him told me he was intrigued by what I could possibly say. Undertaker picked that moment to poke at my wound making me squeal. Shooting him a glare he giggled again.

"Of course young master" Sebastian said bowing. He walked over to Undertaker Glaring his bright red orbs at me.

"Butler hold her down," Undertaker said and quickly grabbed what he needed. Sebastian came up by my head and placed his hands on my upper arms and put pressure on them holding me in place. I looked into his eyes and took a deep breath. His face was blank but his eyes, they looked at me as if touching me was the most disgusting thing he had ever done.

Undertaker came promptly back causing me to pull my gaze from Sebastian. Undertaker gave me a look that was half 'i'm sorry,' and half 'ill enjoys this.' Closing my eyes as Undertaker began flushing out my wound, cleaning it I knew my face was scrunched up from the pain, my earlier adrenalin wearing off. When Undertaker started sewing me up, I hummed Mozart to tune everything out. I tried my best to not make any other noises. But I mean damn it hurt. Gasping every now and then at the pain was modifying, even worse was the slight jumps I would make during the stitching. At some point, I heard my name being said by the undertaker.

"Mafdet… Mafdet…."

"Yeah yeah, I hear you…." I open my eyes to see the butler staring at me in a way that made me feel like lunch, but there was a hint of something else there that I couldn't place. Hot granted but still unsettling. "What are you looking at dog boy?" I bit out.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow in annoyance, which further twitched as Ciel and Undertaker snickered in the background. "What are these?" Sebastian gestured to my markings

"You mean my tattoos? …." I looked at my tattoos and thought for a moment that he was playing stupid, but then I remembered what my tattoos were off. The ones at my underbust and shoulders were visible. You see I have black lace tattooed at my underbust with little skulls and pentacles worked into the lace. And what he could see of my shoulders was a death scythe on my left side and a raven on the right. What couldn't be seen at the moment was that I had two sleeves and my back also tattooed. My left side was a tattoo of several 'people' they wouldn't recognize let alone understand but what they would recognize right away was the fact that I had a grim reapers old school death scythe as well as a certain demons symbol. On the other side was more things they wouldn't know about, though given the symbols that you could find in inside the demon mark on my left side, I'm sure maybe in some way the symbols would be recognizable in the flowers and pocket watches of my right side. Undertaker has already seen them all, my back is primarily a family tribute, not much to say about it, for now. "Damn…."

Before Sebastian could ask anything else, Ciel spook. "Now then, the information?" Ciel handed a back of coins to Sebastian as he walked back over to his him.

"The identity of the ripper…. Is already known to you… tell me, have you already worn the dress?"

Ciel blushed and paled at the same time at my comment about the dress. As Sebastian spoke again. I was distracted by Undertaker handing me one of the spare shirts that I left here as he helped me sit up. "The hell did you come from?" I half whispered to Undertaker, I hadn't even noticed him leaving my side to go get the shirt.

Undertaker gave me a look that screamed inappropriate comment. So I raised my hand to halt him moving behind his back, so I could strip out of my bloodied shirt and rip the bodysuit off my person as it was past saving as well but I wasn't about to take my pants off right there. I had my back to Ciel and Sebastian despite being behind Undertaker, I knew he would shield me from them due to my tattoos.

"DON'T DRESS IN FRONT OF MEN!" Ciel screamed, Sebastian simply raised a brow.

"Oh yeah…. Forgot you were here" Ciel tried speaking again, but I waved him off. "The grim reaper is one half of your ripper."

I was looking at Undertakers back when I turned around preventing me from seeing either Ciels or his butler's faces nor did I really care.

"The bloody hell does that mean?... Sebastion do you know what she is talking about?"

"Young master… while I am aware of her meaning, it isn't something I can discuss with you here."

Ignoring them full on now I came out from behind Undertaker kissing him on the lips in a teasing way as thanks for the help. Turning from him I walked up to Sebastian and grabbed the bag of coins. Continuing on towards the door, I raised my hand over my head and waved "till next time Undertaker" I looked over my shoulder and attempted to give my most seductive look. Undertaker only laughed in response. I had just nearly made it to the door when I heard Ciel issue the order.

"Sebastian this is an order, Capture the girl."