A/N Let me just say now, before you guys go "Pfft, why isn't she spitting mad at Grell?!" Grace is in denial. There, I said it. She WILL be spitting mad at him though; like with World War I (sucky analogy, I know...) there will be a spark that sets off the whole "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned". That spark will be introduced next chapter, though. Anywho, a cookie to anyone who guesses the Shinigami who appears in this chapter! Also, my birthday is on the 17th, and here's what I want: Grell Sutcliff cosplay, Doctor Who/Black Butler/Hetalia shirts, any seatbelt belts, The Avengers on DVD, and a GrellxPhilomena lemon. shut up pond i ain't getting u all that shit So, yeah, I only own Philomena. Enjoy~

Chapter 1: The Demoness, in London
He hadn't even seen me coming, which worked out rather well; after all, how else would I be able to consume his soul? As I stepped away from the lifeless body of the homeless boy, my reddish-blonde hair rustled in the wind. I licked my lips, feeling quite satisfied, at least for the time being.

Shifting quickly into my alternate form, that of a sleek, ebony feline, I bounded over to rest on the steps of one of the buildings adjacent to the street where the souless shell lay. Nearly eight years ago, I had essentially died, but I did not move on; rather, I was cursed to forever walk the Earth and pray upon the souls of humans.

My name was Philomena Grace Stanhope and I had become a demoness.

The circumstances surrounding my creation was still a sore spot for me; I had been shot by a servant after killing my mother and her lover, but part of me felt that if my butler had not abandoned me, I would not have succumbed to such a fate.

My butler...how I missed him, though! I had met Grell Sutcliff after I had murdered the matron of the orphanage my mother had left me at, and he had offered me his assistance. As our escapades continued, however, we had fallen in love with each other. I still did love him, in fact, which was why I hung around the boy's body. I was hoping that perhaps he'd come to try and collect the child's soul so I could reveal myself to him and we could be together once more. Together...forever. How much I craved his company! It was driving me mad to be apart from him for so long, but I needed to be patient. I would track him down eventually...

A sudden movement from the shadows, accompanied by the strong scent of death, alerted me to the prescence of a Shinigami. Perking up, I approached the dark figure slowly, taking care to remain unseen, only to be disappointed when I noticed it wasn't Grell. Damn...just...damn! Why hadn't I found him yet?!

Wrinkling my nose, I surveyed the Shinigami that was present; he had short, blonde and black hair, thick spectacles, and a strange contraption that he pushed hurriedly towards the body, obviously his death scythe.

"I told William-senpai I don't work overtime on principle..." he was muttering to himself, his voice a bit irritated. "Now I have to miss that group date with the girls in General Affairs...all so Sutcliff-senpai can go to that ball..." My eagerness returned full-force when I heard this young man mention my lover's name. Oh, yes! He was still in London! I was about to turn tail and leave when I heard the man's voice rise in frustration.

"What the hell?!" he snapped, staring down at the boy's body with an expression of disbelief. "Another one without a soul? That's the..." he trailed off for a moment, perhaps mentally counting the toll, thus far? "Fifth one this month alone! All kids...all without souls...Senpai's gonna have to do something about it now..."

I pranced away, feeling rather pleased with myself; if the Shinigami Dispatch Society was beginning to notice, it was working! I was, indeed, the one responsible for the missing souls in London, but I had good reason.

When I had awoken, after most certainly dying from that single bullet, I was terrified, alone, drenched in blood and surrounded by the bodies of my mother and her husband. Grell was no where to be seen, and I hadn't a clue what to do. All I knew was that I sure as hell didn't want to be alive; I wanted to go out on my own terms, and I was determined to bring that result about.

I had thrown myself out of the bedroom window, but to my complete and utter shock, I survived; not only that, but I landed perfectly on two feet, without a single pain in my body! I could not understand what was going on, so I had fled into the night. As time went on, I made more discoveries about my new self. I was stronger, faster, more agile, yes, but I also found I could no longer satisfy hunger with mere food and drink. I wandered the English countryside, looking for answers, all while battling starvation that would not leave me, but solutions did not present themselves.

It was not until an entire year later that I finally learnt the truth about myself; I met a demon in Lancaster, who explained what I had become, what I would need if I was to survive. I was skeptical at first, but then, he had me gaze at my reflection in a looking glass; that was when I saw it. As I stared at my face, my normally light blue eyes flashed a deep carmine. That was when I knew...

I was a demoness.

I had put off traveling to London for as long as I could, for I was afraid of what I might find out, but one single detail gave me a shimmer of hope; when I woke as demon, my locket was missing, and I could only pray that Grell had taken it to remember me by; that is, going on the assumption that he had returned briefly after I had died.

When I was a safe distance away from the body and the Shinigami, I returned to my regular form, disguised as a human, my black dress swishing around my legs. I walked calmly from the East End, towards the higher class West End. I just had to keep doing what I was doing. Eventually, I'd find Grell and we could resume our relationship.

We'd be together...a demoness and a reaper, a strange pairing, indeed, but one that would last for all eternity.