Mary actually was going to watch children tonight. We had arrived at a nice large house, and a middle aged man answered the door. He smiled at Mary, but it dimmed when he saw me. He slowly looked me over before turning his eyes to Bernadette. She shook her head very slightly. His whole demeanour changed. His face steeled and he straightened.

"Come in, Mary. The children are already asleep for the night."

My one brow rose. Then why the hell did he need her for?

"Thank you, sir. I hope you have a entertaining evening with your friends." Mary replied.

He just grumbled as he walked out of the room. I turned to Mary. "Well, he sure changed his tune fast." Her lips quirked. "I'm sure it's nothing" is all she said in response.

The man enters the room once more, this time in a suit jacket. I watched as he stuffed a few cigars in his pocket. "I shall be back before midnight." Was all he said before he left out the front door.

Mary sighed as she walked into the living area. She carefully sat on a velvet chesterfield. I followed her.

"What was that about?"

She looked up at me. "He's going out tonight. He's a widower. His wife passed away from an illness a few years ago. He's a single father. He has a day time nanny, and he watches then at night. But when he wants to go out, I look after them. That is all"

I sat down across from her. "He seemed happy to see you, but soured after he saw you brought company. Why is that?"

She lifted her shoulders slightly. "I do not know in the slightest. He is a bit of a strange man" was all she said before she got up. "I'm going to make us some tea."

Not much happened in the weeks that followed. I payed close attention to 'Jack The Ripper'. He only had one more victim since I learned of 'where' I was. I was still a bit in denial, but could anyone really blame me? I had thought I time traveled and accepted that. Now I learned I traveled somewhere completely different, and had to do the process all over again.

There was no news of the Queens 'gaurd dog' looking into the matter. People were actually anxious for him to look into it. Although the police weren't happy with that fact. They didn't want his interference. I heard the whispers.

Although I knew who was actually Jack the Ripper, I didn't see the benefit of going to the authorities with the information. Who would believe me? And how did I know this information? But a part of me stung with guilt when I learned Jack the Ripper had claimed another victim. Part of me wondered the dreaded, "what if?". It nearly drove me mad.

The sound of retching pulled me from my thoughts. I quickly closed the book I was not reading and shot out of my cot. I saw Mary bent over a pot, heaving. "Mary!" I darted over to her. My hand awkwardly hovered over her back for a few seconds before I rubbed her back. She gagged for a few more moments, before she slumped back onto me. I tried to ignore the rancid smell coming from the lot as I continued to sooth her back.

"I must have eaten something that didn't agree with me" she breathed. I just nodded as I continued to rub her back.

She struggled to her feet, swaying slightly. I helped steady her. She bent and picked up the pot. I wrinkled my nose as I turned slightly away. "I'll get rid of this" is all she said before she left.

When she came back, I noticed she looked pale and clammy. I frowned. "You should rest for the day. You look horrible" Bernadette chuckled tiredly. "Thank you" she looked in the direction of her room. "I think I will have a nap. I feel a bit unwell" She went to her room, closing the door softly behind her.

It was approximately a week later that Mary came home, very unsteady on her feet. I rushed to help her sit. She swayed as we walked, and she let me carry a large portion of her weight. "What in the world happened? Are you drunk?!" I exclaimed.

Mary chuckled. "I am not drunk, dear. It's nothing. Don't worry about me"

I rose an incredulous eyebrow. "It's nothing? You can barely stand upright!"

Mary just laughed. "Don't worry! Everything's fixed!" I tilted my head at her working.

"Fixed?"

Mary was grinning. I looked into her eyes and saw they were glazed. "You are high..." I breathed.

Mary pouted at the phrase. "What's high? I am not high. I'm sitting" I shook my head. "Intoxicated on medicine" Mary's eyes widened. "Yes. I was at the doctor" she explained.

I felt my stomach drop. "What for?" I rasped.

"To fix it" she replied.

"Fix what?"

"My problem" was all Mary said. She glared at me. She didn't want me to continue asking her questions.

I studied her carefully. She looked pale, with purple bruises around her hazel eyes. Her skin looked like it was pulled right. She looked very unwell. She struggled to stand. "I should go lay down. I have to keep my feet slightly elevated I was told" she said as she shuffled to her room. She closed the door behind her. I stared at the chair she was sitting on just before. I couldn't tear my eyes from the small speck of fresh blood.

All it took was a few days to change everything. Apparently the Queen's gaurd dog had been looking into the Jack the Ripper situation. The police made sure to inform the public that he was no closer to the solving the case then they were, and that we should all still be weary at night. I knew they weren't going to catch her. She needed one more victim.

I had no plans on going to the authorities with my knowledge. I just didn't see the benefit of doing so. For one, Madam Red was a respected doctor. And it was my word against hers. Also, I figured she would have flawless alibis since she had help from the grim reaper, Grell. I wasn't about to go challenge that psycho. But a part of me stung with guilt at finding out Jack the Ripper had claimed their fourth victim. A part of me wondered the dreaded, "what if?". It nearly drove me half mad.

A horrendous scream ripped me from my thoughts. My entire body froze and stiffened. I looked down at the pages of the book in my hands, unable to see the words. I heard a deafening thud. I shot out of my cot and stumbled into the main area. I choked on a scream. Mary lay motionless on the ground, a large pool of blood forming. Blood splattered the walls. Everything was covered in red. Her dull eyes stared at me. I kept choking on my sobs as I leaned against the wall. I could feel blood seeping through my blouse. My stomach burned violently.

"Oh no, this won't do!" I heard a voice drawl.

I flicked my eyes up. There stood Grell, in his butler garb. Blood had splattered all over him. I gazed into his green eyes, unable to look away.

"It's really too bad," he gave a sinister grin. "It's not your time. I suppose you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time"

It was in that moment chaos from outside distracted him for a fleeting moment. The noise was lost to me as I stared at Mary's mutilated body. I slowly slid down the wall. Air quickly entered and exited my lungs. My vision blurred to the point where I could no longer see. Painful sobs wracked my body.

I lost track of time. I had no clue how long I sat their weeping. I only became aware of time once more when I heard voice try to grab my attention. I looked up, wiping my eyes. My eyes widened.

There stood Ciel Phantomhive. He was staring at me impassively. His one blue eye shone intensely. He walked over to me. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asked me.

"No, I am not hurt" I replied, my voice husky.

He held out his hand. "Then come along. You can't stay here"

I looked at his hand, then looked behind him where I saw Sebastian for the first time. He was watching me expressionlessly. His side was covered in blood.

"Hurry up! I don't have all night!" Ciel snapped, causing me to jump.

I quickly took his hand as he helped me up. Standing straight I saw I towered over the young boy. He was shorter then I imagined. And much more delicate looking.

He wordlessly lead me out of Mary's home. I sniffled as we walked in silence. I could feel Sebastian watch me as he walked behind us.

"Why were you here tonight?" Ciel broke the silence.

"I lived there with her" I replied softly.

Ciel looked at me with his one good eye. "Do you have any where else to go?"

I shook my head. "I'm sure we will find something for you" was all he said.

We walked only a short distance before I stopped. Ciel stopped as well, looking at me clearly annoyed.

"I knew this was going to happen. And I did nothing to stop it. Does that make me a horrible person?" My voice cracked.

Ciel turned fully towards me. I saw Sebastian shift into view. He was watching me intently. Ciel was the one who spoke. "How could you possibly know this was going to happen? You knew Mary was a prostitute and guessed she was going to be the next victim?"

I shook my head. "I had a feeling she was a prostitute but I was never entirely sure."

"Then what is it you meant?" Ciel demanded.

I bit my lip. I let it slip in a moment of weakness, a wrong move on my end. "It didn't mean anything. Forget I said anything"

Ciels eyes narrowed. "That didn't sound like nothing to me. Tell me what you knew!" He snapped as he stepped forward.

I cringed. I really dug myself a hole.

"Young master" A deep, smooth voice chimed.

Ciel and I both looked at Sebastian. "She witnessed a horrible ordeal. Something that even made you retch," Ciel glowered as Sebastian continued, "We shouldn't pester her with questions so soon. We can ask her at a later date, when she is more collected. And her information more concise" he looked over at me and gave me his signature smile.

I just stared at him. I don't care if he's a demon, he's a God sent.

Ciel glared at Sebastian for a few moments before he slowly nodded. "That does sound like a decent plan." He turned to me, "You shall stay at my manor in the mean time"

My eyes widened and lips parted. of all things to happen...

~~~~~to be continued~~~~~

Whelp. There you have it. The second chapter. How do you like it so far?

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the story has barely begun. I just wanted to get to the point where they finally meet. Let me know what you think? :)