A/N: This is going to a better version of my story Lullabies, this one actually contains a plot and other such things rarely found in my stories. I hope you enjoy, this is a story. I'm rather proud of this story compared to my previous work I feel this is a lot better.
Death Should Have Claimed You ~ Darling
"Umm...Sir's," a young reaper, just beginning his final exam stood addressing his superiors. Uniform pristine and case file in hand.
"I believe the soul I have been scheduled to reap may still be valuable to their society." He started to explain.
Grell laughed "Every new recruit think's their soul deserves to live, hate to break it to you darling, they don't"
"What my associate means is that soul's worthy of having their life extended are very rare. However protocol dictates you are to present a case for why this soul should continue on." Explained William as he adjusted his glasses and turned his attention to the new recruit.
"Oh, yes, right." The young recruit nervously collected himself.
He stood up straight and business like, continuing. "Baroness Angelina Dalles-Burnett, scheduled to die in a carriage accident along with her husband and unborn son. She is a well respected doctor, patients trust her and along with her unique skill with patients, the time she has spent with one Undertaker has made her an unrivaled surgeon. She is also working on a series of medical sketches that will significantly advance human understanding. I believe she should continue to live."
William took his copy of the file and looked over it in contemplation. However Grell answered immediately with a smirk on his face. "Reap her."
A look of shock crossed the newbies face, "how can he make that decision so quickly," he wondered. However William had been expecting that response and just sighed in annoyance. "Grell, a reaper of your rank should know we must always review difficult cases carefully."
"It's cruel to leave her alive Will, To leave a lady like her as a widow." Grell pleaded somewhat dramatically.
"Sympathy from you Grell, now that's a first. And what do you mean a lady like her." William looked over his glasses with curiosity.
"Oh don't get me wrong William cruelty at the tip of a crimson blade is my specialty but I do loathe cruelty brought about by those cold red threads of fate." Grell emphasised each and every word, trying to get his point across.
"Dramatic as always Grell, well regardless of how cruel it may be. She would greatly benefit humanity and thus her souls longevity will be extended." William decided.
A few months later and Grell was working the graveyard shift yet again. He ran across the rooftops of london and found himself looking down on a woman cornered in an alleyway.
"Maria Bullard, dies at midnight, cause of death is a cut carotid artery, how dull." Grell muttered to himself.
As he sat looking down on the alley, waiting for Maria to die so he could go home to wine and a good romance novel. He saw young Maria's assailant, a dignified woman clad in red.
"That woman, interesting, perhaps I was wrong to think widowhood would dull such a passionate soul. What was her name? Baroness Angelina Dalles-Burnett. That's right," he thought to himself, remembering the case from a few months ago.
Young Maria was already bleeding out, and rather quickly seeing as her assailant was smart enough to sever her carotid artery. Yet she didn't yield her scalpel, skillfully slicing into her abdomen. And as she pulled out a large red lump of flesh she growled "You don't deserve this."
Grell had to admit it was a rather glorious scene, crimson spurting onto dull brick walls, spewing all over that dull woman as she lay helpless, tinting the cold ground with that beautiful shade of red. The woman collected herself quite quickly, procuring a specimen jar from her coat and submerging the lump of flesh in formaldehyde.
"Well that was quite entertaining my dear." Grell clapped, he allowed his hair to blow in the wind, before jumping down into the alley, quite the dramatic entrance if he did say so himself.
"Don't mind me, just tying up loose ends." before she could react to his appearance. Grell sliced into the already maimed corpse, allowing her cinematic records to flow into his scythe.
"Was there a point to that, also who the hell are you?" She asked, snapping off her bloody gloves.
Grell smirked and swung his scythe, stopping dangerously close to her so she was able to see the cinematic record swiming on the reflective surface. she gasped. Lau had told her stories about people like this, "Grim Reapers."
"Grell Sutcliff, A Reaper to DIE for," he posed
"Angelina, but everyone calls me Madame Red." She laughed nervously, the surrealism of the night hadn't set in yet.
"Lovely, a fitting name, Madame Red." Grell practically purred her name.
"So, what does one typically do after a murder?" More nervous laughter, she was careful, not a speck of blood on her. Could it possibly be as easy as just walking away?
"I tend to favor a full bodied burgundy after nights like this," he smirked.
"Wine does sound good right now," she muttered. "Would you accompany me, Mr Sutcliff?" A coy smile crossed her face as she spoke.
Grell grimaced with a slight tone of disgust "Oh, darling no one calls me that." He paused, then returned her devious grin. "I would be happy to accompany you."
They walked back to Madame Red's townhouse talking idly about their work. Discovering that both their jobs resulted in a love of gore and hated of excessive paperwork. They continued to rant passionately at each other about paperwork backlogs and evil bosses until they reached the townhouse. Upon entering, Madame Red draped herself over her red leather couch while Grell perched himself on the arm.
"Wine is on the top shelf, bring it over here will you?" Madame Red demanded with a bat of her eyelash.
"And pray tell why can't you get it yourself?" Asked Grell, rolling his eyes as he walked over to the liquor cabinet.
"Because I'm a lady," she said in a dignified tone. "Also my feet are fucking killing me and I'm not standing back up," she sighed in a much less dignified tone.
"Ah the pains of beautiful footwear." Grell sighed as he sat down next to her, pouring the wine for the two of them.
Madame Red raised her glass "Cheers, to being drop dead gorgeous and seriously overworked."
"Cheers," smiled Grell. "To being drop dead gorgeous and seriously overworked, that sounds like something I would say." he mused.
The night continued on, one glass of wine turned into two, then three, then finishing off the bottle. Then drunkenly stumbling over to the liquor cabinet, grabbing a much cheaper bottle of wine and eventually decided to forgo the wine glasses as pouring the wine was getting more and more hazardous. The two giggled like schoolgirls over nothing in particular as the wine dulled their senses. They both seemed to have an extensive repertoire of gossip and stories neither could fully remember at the time. Eventually the two fell asleep, curling up on the plush couch, Madame Red's head resting on Grell's shoulder.
