Notice: I don't own black butler or it's charecters, only Fransis :P
Rp partner and inspiration: Ames
Warnings: contains mention of suicide and gore.
(Based upon an rp)
Scene 1: The Blood Wars
"Extra,Extra! Read all about it! Vampire of london counts out at 700 victims as of this morning!"
The paper boy says as he waves his newspaper next in the street.
Ciel grabbed the paper from the boy and keeps walking but sounds annoyed " tch, this is the case the Queen demands I solve Sebastian. We have to catch this 'vampire'." He snorts out.
Sebastian flipped the boy a coin with a close eyed smile and follows after his young master . He sighs in disinterest "Yes my lord. It appears this may be your most challenging yet~" he says smirking.
~~~~~~ Across London
William shifts his glasses as he stabs a demon in the shoulder , glancing at Grell. " I don't approve of you going out on your own in these circumstances, but I have little choice but to except it. The higher ups have order you to find this rebel Shinigami before the Demons start a full out war. Your the only one who can take a Demon one on one and win Sutcliff" he grounds out.
Fran holds the news paper with shaking hands , her tears staining the pages. "N-NO! I wont fail! I'll be a Shinigami! I will do it!" She yells out. She collapses on her knees shaking in pain , before getting up and running off. She has to feed again.
Following stabbed shoulders enacted by her 'partner', the scarlet shinigami sliced diagonally down the ambiguous demon's backside with her own death scythe, which tore it's teeth into the 'flesh' of the being into pieces, fading pieces. Like her own teeth, which seemed to grin at first at the absolute mutilation of the demon, followed by a tinge of curiousity.
"Ooh, a war between demons and us reapers? As long as Bassy learns from it after all!" Grell comments in her flamboyant ways, despite the fact that almost anyone would deny the fact that she is female. Being androgenous or transgender wasn't quite a thing at the time.
Two words did stick out to her. 'Rebel Shinigami', and it wasn't the Undertaker in mind. As the demon's body descended to the ground, Grell's attention partially averted to William's, with the motivation being clear.
"Eh? Rebel? I'll do, but you better let it be my work for the weeks."
[C]William sighs and nods at Grell " Yes a rebel shinigami... or at lest thats what they think. Apparently a blond haired man with shinigami eyes and teeth like yours is killing mass amounts of humans and drinking their blood... this shinigami doesn't act like a shinigami... but what other creature has our distinctive eyes? This shinigami has a german accent and yet the killings started in japan. Their still investigating for leads in who this rebel is.
They haven't been able to find any information on this shinigami, no one has recognized them as of yet. It's become quite the hassle. We know there weak however and need the blood for survival. This makes me think this isn't a shinigami at all but a demon with shinigami eyes. They however argue that shinigami are technically demon and that this shinigami could be sick or injured. I disagree personally , however your the only shinigami in Britain who can survive without backup and hunt down this demon.
Don't make me regret this Sutcliff. "
William glares at Grell and leaves back to the shinigami realm , leaving her there.
Despite the fact that Grell was a talkative woman, she followed the departed partner's words until they vanished, physically and verbally, not unlike the ceasing to exist demon corpse. Those fluorescent chartreuse pupils of a reaper couldn't be replicated by a demon or a mortal, and those lusts this suspect possessed were unheard of. At least, they were unheard of for a reaper.
Demons had more of a lust for blood than reapers, despite what she may lead one to believe. A taste for blood and the essence of a soul.
"Well, he finally believes in me after that liner, but at least I'm killing more demons. If Only Sebastian would soon join in. " the madness-driven redhead mentioned to herself before fleeing in the opposite direction from William's departure, as to search for such the lustful reaper-demon of sorts. A quest, a bizaare adventure if one will, despite how her viewpoint was rather skewed.
Fran struggles to keep moving , her hand becoming bloody from dragging on the wall to hold herself up. "J-just a few more..." she mumbles weakly.
Fran smells a few homeless children and tears of regret trail down her weary face. She hated this, living like this. Being a demon... the only mercy she could give her victim was to not take their souls and hope a shinigami came for them in time.
She turned the corner , her shinigami eyes had accepted her , most likely because she haven't eaten a soul. She had no doubt if she did they would turn to ash and fall out. Her demonic self claimed the eyes and they now glowed a bright green with cat eye slits when she hunted.
It was a group of 6 around a trashcan fire , they turned to see her and were startled. Fran didn't let them move or speak. With her demon claws out, she quickly like a blur snapped each neck. She look her time drinking from them.
Unknown to her the now corrupt shinigami eyes would be seen by the shinigami. It would be understood finally that she was a demon and had stollen the eyes.
That Scarlet Shinigami, a skilled one, wasn't she. Grell initially took floaty, yet quick movements as, due to in part her flamboyant nature and a reaper's more agile capabilities, to catch this strange, vampire-esque being. As her responsibilities were to search such an enigmatic being without the prescence of photographs, it would've taken a while for a mortal.
Despite key aspects, shinigami were not meant to interact with mortals, as they weren't mortals once chartreuse invaded a suicidal human's death.
Regardless, sliced throats of six mortals laid ahead of the redhead, as did a glimpse of feline pupils similar to that of her own, alongside a pair of what seemed to be her former spectacles, which didn't catch her eyes at first.
Grell did her best not to let herself get captivated by the dripping blood below for a moment, as she raised her scythe as to signal a threatening light.
"..You must be that blood-sucker. aren't you?"
Fran glances up at Grell and pauses, the shinigami of her dreams is right there in front of her! ...wait in front of her!?
Fran widens her eyes and slips on the blood smacking her head against the pebbled ground with a goan. She shakily gets back up and glares at the shinigami
"I'll have you know being called a blood sucker is slightly offensive. I'm not a vampire even if I'm being called such. I don't have a choice in this blood thing you know"
Fran licks her lips slowly and shifts her now bloody glasses.
Fran was covered head to toe in blood, you could hardly see what she looked like, she had been eating non stop for days now and she had gotten quite messy in the process.
Fran winced seeing her reflection in the pool of blood and moved to try and lick the blood off her hands. It wasn't that she was strong after all, but the demons didn't bother her. They were using her feeding as an easy excuse to get souls.
As clear as the spectacles, while as opaque as blood, was the scarlet shinigami's enticement towards the false vampire's stained coating of crimson due to a thirst. A lust. A must. One she wasn't a shared but with a variant of the desirable red, nearly causing her to contribute to the case with her revved-up death scythe.
Yet, a calling from her partner in black, mentally, prevented teeth from tearing into already mutilated flesh, as her almost hyper attitude calmed only a minute fraction.
"Then why do you feast on it? There's no blood retrieval section, yeeet.." Grell asked in her rather effeminite voice, leaving the gender of her leaning towards female, despite a tinge of a more masculene body she didn't want seen.
The urge to retrieve the souls was high, even if William didn't seem to allude to that fact, due to the fact that Grell was atop the soul-retrieval ladder..a ladder that could fall.
Fran stares at her and sighs "I am unfortunately a newborn demon. I however refuse to be one. If I don't in-jest enough blood I will die.. again unfortunately I've had to kill so many... my only mercy is not taking their souls... I apologize for not staying to make sure a shinigami makes it to my victims. It seams the demons are taking advantage of my state of weakness and stealing the souls when I'm out of range... " she sighs and holds her head in her hands "I'm hopeless , why couldn't I die right? I'm supposed to be a shinigami... not a demon... I refuse to be a demon. I only regret causing you and the others so much trouble..."
She looks at at Grell with tears in her eyes , her Shinigami eyes glowing softly in the shadows that pull around her . She starts wiping at her face and stops with a sigh "theres no point... I need a shower.. this is disgusting ... not that I mind the beautiful color of life... passion... its annoying when certain parts of you are drenched in it however."