I am covered in blood. But it's not mine. It's sticky and gross and I really want a bath. The two daggers that I hold in my hands really needed cleaning too. The moon illuminated the mansion's dark halls as I made my way to my "master's" office. I stopped at large oak doors and knocked twice.

"Enter."

I stepped inside without a word. Inside was a man sitting behind a desk. He was dangerous, about in his thirties, annoyingly confident, and his name is Philip Barker. He is a pathetic excuse for a human and I absolutely, one-hundred percent hate his guts.

"How did it go?" He asked.

"They're dead," I replied simply, "Can I go now?"

"Fine," he sighed, "But I will have another assignment for you tomorrow night."

I rolled my eyes. "I'd rather not. I've been working non-stop for about a year. When do I get a break?"

He laughed as if my complaining was amusing. "Never," he said, "And disobeying me will do you no good. Don't you remember last time?" My hand instinctively reached up to touch the cursed necklace that hung around my throat. I don't want to remember last time.

"Good. If you don't have anything else to say, leave. And try not to track blood on my carpets again!" He yelled at me as I left to go to my room. I made sure that on the way I got as much blood as I could on the carpet.

I got to my room and went to the connecting bathroom to bathe. As I washed the blood off me, I began to clean my daggers as well. Once I was all squeaky clean I put on a nightgown and lay down in bed. Since I'm a demon, I can't sleep, but it was nice to have a few hours to myself.

I should explain. My name is Alice Evans and I'm a demon. A year ago, I made a contract with that pathetic man, Barker, and he tricked me into wearing this cursed necklace. Barker has connections with people who deal with the Underworld and was able to have one made for him. What it does is rearranges our contract so that I must work for him forever and he gets to keep his soul. If I don't do what he says, the necklace starts burning at my skin causing unimaginable pain. Believe me, I've tried to get the damned thing off, but it's impossible.

Barker sells illegal things like drugs and weapons to every criminal in England. Because of his line of work, he has a lot of enemies. It's my job to get rid of those enemies. Fun, right?

I sighed, completely bored. Out of habit, I reached up to the necklace and clawed at it. I winced in pain as my nails cut through my skin, but not making an impact on the necklace. It didn't matter. The wounds would heal by tomorrow.

Morning light seeped through my curtains. I got off the bed and stretched. "I wonder who I am to kill today," I said to myself. I changed into my favorite blue dress and began to brush my long brown hair.

A knock sounded at my door as a servant stuttered, "M-miss Evans, Lord B-barker wishes to speak to you."

I sighed. "Very well, I'll be out in a moment," I said. Once I heard the servant's footsteps disappear down the hallway, I grabbed my daggers and headed towards Barker's office.

Without bothering to knock, I opened the large oak doors and stepped inside to find the human sitting lazily at his desk.

"Hello Alice. I trust you slept well?" he said sarcastically, knowing I don't sleep. Ignoring his remark, I got straight to the point.

"Who is to die tonight?"

Barker smirked and stood facing away from me as he looked out the window. "I believe the Queen suspects that I am using a demon to carry out many of my 'jobs'. I'm sure that she'll have her Guard Dog come after me soon. I want you to kill Ciel Phantomhive."