Red Leaves Too Many Stains
Charolette's POV
I've been tracking this 'Jack The Ripper' for a while, and I found his next victim. Clyde and I are waiting just around the corner of the next victim's apartment. I sigh in boredom and play with my long red hair that I tossed back onto my left shoulder on the way here.
We arrived a little late and I hope we hadn't missed anything important, so we're just waiting around here until something happens. I only want to stop this murderer mostly because we don't need bloody deaths every other day.
"I'm bored. I'll go check the door, see if anyone is in." I tell Clyde and he nods. I walk around the corner walking at first, but I then hear shouts and the tearing of clothing and flesh being cut open. I dash around another corner to see a strange group of people. I continue to run over to them when I recognize two of them.
A woman wearing all red with beautiful short red hair whips around to face a man with long red hair holding a chainsaw. "I can't kill him. Because he's my-" She cuts off when she sees me, and my breath hitches in my throat. "Charolette?!"
"Who's that?" The red haired looking man turns around and I recognize his face.
I narrow my eyes disdainfully, "Grell Sutcliff. What are you doing here?"
Grell grins devishly, "Oh Charlie, nothing but this!-" The blade of his chainsaw slices through my aunt's chest just as she opens her mouth to utter my name again.
My eyes widen to an impossible length and I scream. "AUNT ANN!"
Madame Red, or my only aunt, and my once favorite relative falls back, and I run as fast as I can until I reach her. Time seems to slow down after her death blow and my throat tightens and hot tears fall down my face. "AUNT ANN!" I scream again. Blood spurts into the air above her and she finally falls to the stone street on her back with a remaining tear falling out of her right eye. I gasp and put a hand over my mouth while I stand in front of her unmoving body.
'No! Not her! Not my beloved aunt!' I cry in anguish in my mind.
"How beautiful you were, dyed in the color red." Grell mocks and pretends to ignore me for now so he can rub it in, "I loved you so." He flings off his own jacket and pulls off her red coat from her body, "What a disappointment you turned out to be in the end. You don't have what it takes to wear red. It's over now, Madame Red, goodbye." He pulls on the coat to have the top sleeves up to his shoulders and starts to walk away.
Then my anger takes over me. In a flash, I whip out the gun Clyde gave me for dense if I was ever alone and I aim it directly at his head. "Reaper, give me one reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out right this second!" I shout in anguish and spit out every word, "And don't go on with the bull that I am only a child! I may appear to be a small and innocent on the inside, but that is nothing like what I am on the inside!"
Grell turns and offers me an amused smirk, "Maybe I'll give you this one, you can't do it. You cannot kill another living thing with your own hands because of all the death that has happened around you for these past three years."
This drives me to the point of over-boiling pure hatred and I cock the gun and get ready to shoot. It's my servant's voice that drives me back on the path to reason through, "We wouldn't want to sully a noblewoman's hands, mistress." He appears next to me and holds out an expecting hand for me to place the gun in.
I glare heated at him, but, nevertheless I put the gun in his possession. "I was a noblewoman before you ruined me." He chuckles.
"Ah, but you were the one who forged the deal immediately after you knew what I am capable of." He holds up a finger and wags it in the air, but I ignore him and focus my attention back on my dead aunt. I just notice the other two standing off behind us. A young boy, the same age as me, and a butler close to him.
Ciel, my brother, closes Aunt Ann's eyes and speaks at the same time I do, "What are you waiting for?" A man dressed in all black and a waistcoat behind him makes a surprised noise at our statement; Clyde smirks in anticipation of my next order.
I order Clyde, "I command you, Clyde, kill that murderer!" I shout and pull down my choker necklace to show the glowing demon brand there.
"My orders haven't changed. I ordered you to put an end to Jack the Ripper. It's not over yet." Ciel looks up and his eye with the mark glows. "Kill him." Ciel commands of his butler.
"Of course." Clyde replies.
"Certainly." Ciel's butler says at the same time with a glance at Clyde.
Jack the Ripper stops and speaks without turning to face us, "Oh? I was going to spare you, but if you insist..." He starts up his chainsaw and swipes it at Ciel's butler, Sebastian, I believe. "I'll send all of you to heaven together!" Sebastian ducks easily with a smile.
"Heaven? You're joking," Grell Suticliff gasps in surprise when Sebastian jumps onto the rooftop behind him. "I know nothing of heaven."
"That's an amusing thought though." Clyde chuckles heartily and throws a punch to Grell's face, whom quickly pulls his head backwards just in time to avoid. Clyde lands a few feet in front of Grell, and Grell waves his deathsytche at him in shock.
"You would punch a lady in the face, where are your matters, sir?!" He scolds him.
"Sorry, but you see I am one hell of a backstreet butler." Clyde smirks but then frowns after saying that and looks at me. "That sounds strange to say in the middle of something like this."
I glare at him and cross my arms, "Oh shut up, I wasn't the one that came up with it!"
Sebastian lands a few feet away from Clyde, "I see you have a new young mistress, Clyde." He says casually, "Also one that is related to my master."
"Oh yes, I suppose that is true, but I don't feel like catching up right now. My mistress gave me a command to carry out and I will see to it that it is." Clyde says back almost just as casually.
"You two really think two demons can kill a grim reaper?" Grell exclaims, cutting up their chitchat.
"Oh, I've killed half dead animals more threatening than you." Clyde retorts.
"You know, I'm getting kind of jealous with all that devotion you have to that little brat, Bassy." Grell pouts and ignores Clyde which sends a tick mark to appear on Clyde's head in annoyance at the one being ignored.
Sebastian smiles simply, "If my master orders me to do something, then I must do it. That is our contract." Sebastian answers and glances back at Ciel. "That is what it is to be a butler."
Ciel puts a large black coat over Aunty Ann's body and covers her face and wound with it. I kneel down next to him and we are both silent as the demons' and grim reaper's fight goes on nearby.
"Here we are, two demons and a reaper locked in a fight to the death! I suppose we'll never resolve this." Grell jumps into the air and weilds his death sycthe. I stop listening to them once Clyde jumps up after him. I know this will taken care of once I command him to kill Suticliff.
I speak without looking at Ciel, still staring blankly at Madame Red's covered face, "You have a demon as well, brother?" I speak with a detached voice and now unseeing eyes.
"Yes, I acquired him two years ago to protect myself." He replies without looking at me either. We are both staring at Madame Red, our last living realitive.
"And to get revenge?" I question, but already know the answer.
"Please! Just stop!" We hear Grell crying above us and look up to see him falling off the building right above us with the chainsaw. Neither of us bother to move.
In flash, Sebastian and Clyde touch down on the ground simultaneously and kick Grell away from us.
"We're sorry, we misjudged the distance, my lady and lord." Clyde apologizes.
I look him over and he's all bloody and they both have a long deep slash across their chests.
"You both look pretty awful." Ciel points out.
"He actually caused me a bit of trouble." Sebastian says with a smile. I look at Clyde who is staring off in the distance.
"Is there something wrong?" I ask him in a firm tone.
"Yes, I was distracted. Edward is not here yet, and I am wondering if he got into any trouble." Clyde replies while straining his eyes to search a distance for him.
"The idiot probably fell down a sewer drain." I sigh and pull myself up. Clyde quickly strides over to help me.
Grell mutters from his sad position on the ground with a very bruised face, "You won't get the best of of me. I'll show you someday."
Sebastian grins, "Oh dear, it seems as though you can't kill a grim reaper with fists alone." He picks up the death sycthe from the road and easily pulls out his waistcoat that was tangled into the blade from it.
'What is his waistcoat doing in that?' I frown in confusion then shake my head to rid my mind of the useless thought.
Sebastian strides lesuirely over to Grell, who is struggling to get up off the ground. "Well then, I'll just try this. His very special reaper sycthe. Now, it should come right through you!"
"No wait, what are you doing? No!" Grell cries then gets smothered by Clyde's foot on his head and squishing him into the hard stone ground.
Clyde laughs, "This is rather nice."
Sebastian addresses Ciel, "Master, he's revolting, but still a divine being. Will you accept the consequences with killing him?"
"That consequence will also fall upon you as well, mistress." Clyde adds but keeps squishing Grell's head to the ground.
"Do we need to repeat our orders?" Ciel and I say together.
"No, sir." Sebastian smiles slightly.
"No, miss." Clyde matches him.
Sebastian starts up the scythe. "We finally found something you're good at, screaming." Clyde chuckles darkly.
"And as your reward, I shall kill you with his cherished toy of your's." Sebastian raises the chainsaw over his head for the death blow.
Grell panicks, "No, stop! Don't kill me, please!" He begs and Sebastain only offers him an amused apologetic smile.
"So sorry."
Grell glances at Ciel and I, "Wait, I can tell you who killed the kids' parents!" He says as a last begging statement, but Sebastian has already brought down the sycthe to strike.
"No! Wait!" I shout desperately and hold out my hand in front of me. Just like my brother, I am obssessed with finding my parents' murderers and making them suffer what we suffered.
Suddenly, a very long pole sticks out and stops the blade from cutting through Grell. I gasp with Ciel and we all glance up on the rooftop to where it came from.
A nicely dressed man with glasses standing on a pipe with a clipboard blooklet and hedgeclippers speaks down to us, "I apologize for the interuption. Please let me introduce myself. My name is William T. Spears an adminisstrator of the grim reaper staffing association." He adjusts his glasses with the tips of his hedgeclippers, "I've come to retrieve that reaper there." He looks down at Grell and Grell's face is now bursting with relieved joy.
"William, oh William!" William jumps from the rooftops down to Grell, "Did you come to save me-" And William lands on Grell's head, crushing it into the ground once more.
William reads from his booklet, "Attention Reaper Grell Sutcliff, you have violated several legilgations. First, you have killed humans not on the To-Die list. Second, you used a death scythe that had not had been approved. And finally, you offered someone strictly classified information on the identity of their relative's murderer." He steps violently into Grell's head and pushes his face further into the grubble.
Grell grunts in pain and William jumps off him to face Clyde and Sebastian. He bows his head to them, "I apologize for all of the trouble this wretch has caused. Here, please accept my card." He pulls two business cards out of his coat and hands them to Clyde and Sebastian with his hedgeclippers. They both take one. "Honestly, I never thought I'd see the day where I had to bow my head to demon scum like you." William mutters in distaste. "This is a disgrace to all grim reapers."
"Then perhaps yoh should keep an eye on your minions. Then they probably won't trouble us." Sebastian flings away the card, and Clyde sends the card back to me. I swiftly catch it and put it into my bag. I can probably find a connection or get something good from this experience, and with that card so I'm keeping it.
I listen in to what they're saying again and William glances back at Ciel and I kneeling on the ground before Madame Red's body. "Right now you two seem to be chained dogs, but much better then the rabid mongrels running around free." I raise an eyebrow at him and Ciel frowns slightly. "Now come Grell, we're already short-handed, and here you've gone and given me more overtime." William drags Grell away by his hair. "The Board is not going to be pleased."
Clyde throws Grell's sycthe at them and William catches it between his two fingers. "I assume you want that?" Clyde smiles in amusement.
"Yes, thank you." William replies and drops it on Grell's stomach, and he grunts again. "Now, if you'll please excuse us." They disappear into the shadows and I stay quiet for once.
Clyde strides back over to me and whispers in my ear, "I just heard from Edward, there is a problem a few blocks away. Do you want to go and take care of it, or will you let him?" I suck in a sharp breath and sigh.
"If he can handle it himself, I'll leave it to him. I'm tired."
Clyde feels my forehead, "And it feels as though you have a fever as well." I shrug out of his touch and don't break my eyes off my dead aunt.
"I'm fine." I state firmly.
"Please come and stay with us if you are sick." Sebastian smiles and I sigh again and glance at Ciel who nods.
"Fine, but not for long. We have things to do."
I hope you guys like it! This is my first Black Butler fanfic and I love doing the whole sibling thing, so I thought I would make one with this anime.
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