Rose Corpse

by PyroTechnia

Jack the Ripper (aka Madame Red & Grell Sutcliff) has been stopped-for now, and so Ciel & Sebastian have moved onto the next case. But what happens when a new killer takes the Ripper's place? From the killer's (Rose Corpse's) perspective. Rated T for swearing & gore (personally not sure how bad it is, you tell me :P) Possible CielXSebastian in later chapters

1. Chapter 1

Disclamer: I don't own Black Butler (sadly) or any of the characters. I only own Rose :3

Chapter One:

The headlines blared "Ripper Stopped", "Killer Caught", and (my personal favorite) "Yard Does It Again!" The latter made me laugh. Of course the bloody Scotland Yard would take credit for catching Jack the Ripper, even though the credit really goes to everybody's favorite twelve year old lord, Ciel, and his bloody demon butler, Sebastian. Ugh, how I hated that demon. Stupid crow. Why did they have to go sticking their noses into Grell's business? I found the red-obsessed Shinigami's antics to be quite hilarious, thank you very much. I sighed, my breath in foggy puffs due to the freezing London air. It was too damn cold to be out, and yet I had a job to do. So many people say that my profession should be done at night. They don't realize that people (the Scotland Yard) are more vigilant (though barely) at night. It's much better to do my job during the day, and (depending on how messy) outdoors, in public. As I thought, I lost track of my whereabouts, so of course I ended up in a dirty alley, with no idea where I was or who the men were who surrounded me. Oh, bloody hell. Looks like I'd have to work off the clock. One of the men said something to me, probably something filthy. I paid no attention, and within seconds, the man's focus went from me to the knife hilt stuck between his lower ribs. Shock covered his face as he kneeled over and slowly bled to death. It took a few minutes for the other two men to react, but by that time, it was too late, and they too covered the alley with their deliciously vibrant red blood. Sighing in frustration, I pulled three roses from a bouquet I purchased earlier and placed them on the men's' chests. I was going to be late for my appointment. Oh, hell. I was always late anyway. I continued walking, stepping over a corpse as I did so. The next day, I smiled as I read the words emblazed in bold font across the page. "Rose Corpse Strikes!" Rose Corpse. What a bloody beautiful name. My bloody beautiful name.