A/N: Hello lovelies! So this is my very first fan fiction on this account. I used to have an account on this site (sully-chan) but I got super lazy with writing and a lot of shit went down. So I decided to start a new account and start fresh.

So this fic is going to be a redone fic of one that I had when I had the old account (if it looks familiar) and I will try my best to ACTUALLY finish this one and update semi-regularly (because life and crap like that gets in the way of that). I hope this one will be better because the last time I wrote was three years ago and I have gotten better... So anyway, ONTO THE STORY!

The year was 1890 in London, England. Sebastian Michaelis was tending to his Young Master's lunch of beef wellington with steamed beans and carrots. He was already behind schedule enough already what with Bard trying to 'help' with the pastry. It nearly took an hour to clean up the burnt and caked on pieces of pastry on the ceiling. He sighed to himself, some things never change...

There was a knock on the door as he put the pastry-wrapped piece of beef into the oven. After washing his hands and tugging his gloves back onto his hands, Sebastian made his way to the front door and turned the doorknob. He opened the door to reveal a more red than usual shinigami.

"Grell. What a surprise." the demon said dryly as he cracked his knuckles, as if he was readying himself for a fight he would most likely win. The Shinigami in question, was usually full of both life and colour, but this was different. Yes Grell Sutcliff was coloured in his favorite color (which of course was red), but the red he was covered in was what seemed to be his own blood.

"I...I..." Grell started to mumble but didn't say much more before paling very suddenly and falling to the ground in a rather large heap. Sebastian only seemed to be minimally phased as he watched the reaper fall.

"I suppose I must take liberty to bring him into the house now..." he muttered before cursing. Blood really was very difficult to get off of stone...

Sebastian stooped down and picked up the (surprisingly) light reaper and threw him over his shoulder. Sebastian turned on his heel and walked into the mansion. He made his way to the infirmary and laid the Shinigami on one of the beds. He idly wondered what happened to the man and why he was covered in blood, why the Shinigami was at his master's house, why he was hurt... There were many questions reeling through his mind that he hoped would be answered.

"He couldn't have chosen a better place to bleed out on?" the demon muttered quietly as he moved to begin to undo the buttons of the Shinigami's shirt. Suddenly Grell's eyes snapped open wide and he sat up rather quickly, retreating to the corner of the bed, curled up in a ball as he trembled,

"Don't hurt me please!" Grell exclaimed as he covered his head, as if he was expecting to be hit. This shocked Sebastian momentarily and he put his hands up in a non-threating way,

"Grell, I'm not trying to hurt you... For once I'm trying to help you. What is it?" Sebastian asked as he tried to move closer to the other, as if he were coaxing the man back into the middle of the bed so he could see how bad the other's wounds were. This only made things worse as Grell flinched away from Sebastian's movements and fell off the bed and scrabbled across the floor into the corner where he felt safe for the first time in days,

"Don't touch me!" the Shinigami practically screeched. Sebastian was taken aback at this. In normal circumstances, Grell wanted nothing more than to feel the demon's touch. But now... He wanted nothing more than to be away from people itself it seemed. Sebastian frowned a bit at this, something truly horrible must have happened to reduce a once, strong Shinigami like Grell to a weak and almost child-like state.

Sebastian moved around the bed slowly so he didn't startle the other and knelt to the ground a few feet from the other,

"Grell, you need to calm yourself." Sebastian said as he slowly, carefully moved closer to the Shinigami, "What happened?" he asked, surprised that he was so patient with the other. Grell tried his hardest to move through the wall, to act like he didn't exist. Grell didn't make eye contact. Instead, he looked at the ground with his head was lowered as if he were ashamed of himself. This once again, surprised Sebastian. Not once had he ever seen the Shinigami ashamed of himself. The demon frowned a bit, moving to sit in front of Grell, trying to make himself seem as less threating as he possibly could and looked to the other for a moment as if deciding what course of action he should take. He idly wondered what would make the Shinigami calmer. When he came to a blank of what would work, he sighed. Looking to Grell he made an attempt to soften his features and look like he actually cared,

"Grell you can tell me." Sebastian said softly, Grell still flinching away from his honey-sweet voice that he used. It usually worked, but this time, it seemed to make things much worse. Grell wrapped his arms around himself and shuddered. It seemed that he was calming down slowly on his own. This made Sebastian oddly pleased as it meant he didn't have to put as much effort into this... this ordeal.

After what seemed to be ages, Grell moved out of his small ball of protection and wrung his hands together. Sebastian, surprisingly patient about this looked at Grell,

"What happened?" he asked, shifting in his spot slowly so he didn't startle the other. Grell bit his lip, his sharpened teeth breaking the skin as a bit of blood fell to his chin. It took a few more minutes before looked up at Sebastian with fear etched, no, scarred in his eyes,

"Will raped me." Grell managed to whisper.

A/N Sorry about the cliffhanger, I seem to love those. If you want more, please tell me!