Madison, that was her name and, oh, did she hate it. It was so generic and boring and didn't fit her. Whenever she said it, it left a bitterness on her tongue. Despite her feelings she knows people who will treasure I her name. She knows someone who has screamed out her name and made her love it. She knows someone who can no longer say her name without, too, feeling its bittersweet taste. Funny, how she thinks of her name at a time like this. A time when she's dying.
No matter how much she ate, she was always left hungrier and angrier and weaker. She knows it's because her demon half is hungry, and not for human food. Madison curses underneath her breath. She fucking hates her mother for being a slut. Fucking a demon, and then getting pregnant. Who does that? Her mother. Who has the child and raises it? Her fucking mother. Doesn't she have the least bit of common sense? Having a demon child is a curse on your life and the baby's. All her life, Madison grew up in her step fathers mansion, growing half as fast as a regular human. When she was 3 she already knew how to read and write, to walk, to play the violin. When she was 10 her mother was 42 and Madison knew everything a normal young woman should, and more. She could defend herself with a sword, gun, katana, and her bare hands. She could do flips and balance on one finger and snap a mans neck with her thighs. It was a gift and a curse. Her step father couldn't show her to the public or else people would notice how slow she aged. Eventually she was 22 and her parents had died. Her step sister, however, was 32 and Madison could pass as her step daughter, and she could finally go out into the public. By now she was fluent in every single language that the English knew of, she was an expert fighter and swordsman, musical genius, and artistic protege. She excelled at the human things because her demon half gave her enhanced physical strength, dexterity, agility, and mental abilities. Her mother was beautiful and her biological father was so handsome it hurt, and Madison was the best of the two. She had her mothers nose, lips, jawline, and figure, but better. She had her fathers ears, eyes, and abilities. She was ruthless, but also knew how to feel emotions. She was the best of the row, the best creation, but also bound by human AND demonic needs.
Madison had been fighting her hunger since she was 29 (body age 14), and it's been 15 years. Madison knows that if she doesn't devour a human soul she will die soon, even that night.
Madison feels a droplet fall on her nose, and she looks up to see storm clouds over London. She knows it will rain, she can smell it. Soon enough, it begins to pour and her hair is a mess all around her and the floor, in the mud, along with her ripped and already ruined expensive day dress. She doesn't care. Most material things don't mean anything to her. Money is just paper and fancy rocks in shape of coins, and clothes are just fabric stitched together to cover humans shame and provide their modesty. Stupid, really. Madison begins to think, This has been my life. How short. How meaningless. How pathetic.
Madison tries to look back at her past life and find something worth something, but finds nothing. Of course, she's still human. She decides to think back on the last time she was happy, truly happy, instead. She feels it would comfort her more in her last dying moments. She looks all the way back. She was happy with her mother. Her mother loved her despite her lineage. Her mother cared about her unlike her step father. Madison smiles a little. She had a decent childhood. As good as a demon child could have. And then her mother dies and she's lost. She can finally leave the house and see people, the world. Madison remembers how it disappointed her. She imagines a utopia of happiness and equality, but sees the opposite, and worse. Madison skips the period in her life when she was never sober, and slept with every man she saw. She skips to the part when she was with Madam Red. Madam Red was like a second mother to her, and then she died. Madison was sad, devastated, again, but she isn't lost because in Madame's will she left Madison in the care of Ciel. Madison was meant to be a maid and take care of Ciel and the Phantomhive household in return for letting her stay, and Ciel couldn't deny her last request. Madison found comfort in the household, with Finny, Mey Rin, and Bard, and even Sebastian. Although, he was almost indifferent towards her until the point after the circus incident when he found out about her being half demon. That's when she knew that Sebastian was demon himself, and the exact relationship between him and the master. Why exactly he was so determined and protective. That's when she felt welcome to the house, and especially to Ciel. It was like they were in on a secret and she was in the inner circle. Slowly over the course of their "adventures" she began to feel like the Phantomhive house was home and the people there were her family. Sebastian and her were in constant competition. It was a friendly competition and Madison often found herself smiling and enjoying herself. She loved it whenever she would surprise him and when he would beat her and have a smug look on his face. And soon she felt a heat rise through her whenever she saw him and her heart would beat faster, and she found herself caring for him. She knew, however, he would never feel for her whatsoever, in any way. He was incapable of attraction, affection, and love. Madison knew that and it helped her control herself and not expect anything, which was comforting.
Then the night of the monsters came. The Undertaker had resurrected the dead and sunk an entire ship. It was another night Madison nearly died. Undertaker had impaired her with his scythe into her side, and not even her demon half could heal her fast enough. Despite the wound, however, she continued to fight for the young Master, and surprised Sebastian. When Madison jumped off the sinking ship with the Young Master in her arms she felt her come to her limit. She could barely breathe or move, but she continued to protect him, and when the rescue ship seemed to come near, she collapsed. She couldn't go farther. Ciel screamed her name and told her to not dare die. He screamed for Sebastian to save her, himself, and this surprised Madison. Sebastian even cried out for her.
After that night, everything seemed to change between them. It was nice for a while, for the longest time.
And then, Madison's step sister found her and took her away from everything, and Sebastian didn't say a thing or falter. He just stood there as everyone cried, even Ciel (well, she got a tear). He stood there and watched her leave, completely stoic. She hated it and it broke her more than anything else before. And as soon as she was "home" she ecsped the same night and now here she is.
Madison felt every drop of rain pierce her skin and it reminded her of the cold water of the ocean. It numbed her pain. It made her want to close her eyes and never open them again. Madison feels her heart beat slower and slower and she waits until it stops. Then she closes her eyes and just waits. Here it is. This is it. And suddenly, she no longer feels the sharp rain on her skin, and she thinks she's dead, but no. Se opens her eyes and looks up, and standing there is the Undertaker, the one who stabbed her and nearly killed her before is noe holding up an umbrella above her head. She looks at him and sees his long silver hair and signature silly grin looking back at her.
"Someone has ran far from home, or are you lost?" He says still smiling and Madison looks up at hi weakly.
"Both," she replies still gazing up at him. See had never formally met him before, so this was a bit awkward for her, but she's dying, so who cares?
His laugh pierces the cold night air.
"What are you doing here, love?"
"Dying," Madison says, and his grin grows wider.
"Oh that's right! You're half demon aren't you? You need to feed, right? So you're starving!" And he rips the loudest laugh she's ever heard and Madison chuckles a little.
"Why are you here?" Madison asks, and his laugh ceases.
"To save you," he says and Madison's eyes widen and she searches any hint of sarcasm, but his face just remains grinning.
"H-how?" Madison's moves to sit up but she can barely move. Undertaker moves to sit beside her and help her up. His touch is odd against her raw skin and she feels awkward, she doesn't know how to react.
"Make a contract," he says simply, and Madison understands.
"Why would you want to make a contract with me?"
"In theory I have no soul, but I can give you the souls of others...because I'm a reaper," he says and his grin softens a little. He can't genuinely be wanting to help her.
"All I want in return is for you to help me with my goals, and do whatever I say," he explains.
"Like a dog," Madison scoffs and looks away.
Undertaker reaches for her chin and makes her look at him. His face is unusually close to hers. What's he playing at? What does he exactly want from her?
"No, dear, never. More like a loyal...butler," Undertaker says releases her face.
Madison opens her mouth to say something but hunger overtakes her and she becomes to weak to even sit up. She collapses on him and he catches her without trouble. His grin widens and he holds her unconscious body up. Her head droops between her shoulders and her hair falls onto his lap. He smiles at her.
"I'll take that as a 'Yes, undertaker, please help me!'" And then he laughs at his own joke as he presses takes her hand and presses it to his eye and makes the contract.
