Some weeks had passed and Sebastian, Angel, and Ciel were all going to the townhouse in London. They had gone there to enjoy the lovely summer weather. However, there was another reason for them going. There had been a murder not far from their townhouse. The victim was a prostitute. It was the duty of the Phantomhive's to bring this murderer to justice. They arrived at the town house. The three of them entered the townhouse, only to find it trashed.

"Where is that tea," They heard a voice say from the kitchen.

The three of them ran into the kitchen to find their aunt, Madame Red, her friend, Lau, and her butler, Grell in the kitchen searching for tea.

"Tea's in the cabinet to your left," Ciel stated.

"CIEL," Madame Red exclaimed as she ran and hugged Ciel, "It's been so long since we've seen each other. Oh, who's this?"

Madame Red released Ciel and walked over to Angel. She circled her and then came back to her front. Angel smiled.

"You don't remember me," Angel asked.

"Of course I do," Madame Red cried as she hugged Angel, "Angel, I thought I'd never see my darling niece again."

"It's good to see you too," Angel replied.

"Please Madame Red, we would like to have a talk with you about the string of murders that have recently occurred," Ciel stated.

"I have heard about them, but I know very little about them," Madame Red replied.

"I think it's time we pay a visit to an old friend," Angel smiled.

Later that day, Angel, Ciel, Madame Red, Sebastian, Lau, and Grell had gone to a poorer part of London. They were entering an undertaker's shop. AS they did, the Undertaker popped out of a closed coffin and frightened most of them. Ciel, Angel and Sebastian merely looked at him.

"Welcome young Earl," The Undertaker greeted, "Have you come to try out the coffin I've made for you."

"Not today," Ciel replied.

"Ah, the very young Earless Phantomhive has returned," The Undertaker stated as he circled Angel.

"We have come here to gather information about Jack the Ripper," Angel replied, "We heard his victims had come here to get fixed."

"Ah yes, I may know something," The Undertaker smiled, "but first I want payment."

"How much," Lau asked.

"I don't want the bloody Queen's money," The Undertaker snapped.

He began to approach Angel and Ciel again. He looked Ciel in the eyes. Then He looked at Angel, and quickly went behind her. Angel didn't move. The Undertaker put his hands on her shoulders. His hands were as cold as death.

"Then what do you want," Madame Red asked.

"Laughter," The Undertaker replied in an extremely high pitched voice as he went back to the middle of the room, "I do believe it is the Earl's turn."

Ciel didn't say a word. Madame Red and Lau both tried to humor him, but it didn't work. Finally, Sebastian stepped up. The Undertaker began to smile.

"Is it now the butler's turn," The Undertaker asked.

"Indeed," Sebastian replied.

He turned to the others.

"Please wait outside until I call you back in," Sebastian stated, "and please do not enter before then."

The others walked out of the shop and waited. It was silent for a few minutes, but then there were loud smashes and crashes. Everything fell silent. Sebastian stepped out and motioned for them to enter.

Later that night, at the Viscount Druite's mansion, they gathered. The Undertaker had told them all they needed to know. Sebastian had made a list of people who fit the description of the murderer. The Viscount was involved with mystical organizations. So the group decided to go to the party he was holding tonight. Madame Red stopped them before they got near the mansion.

"Okay, here's our cover," Madame Red explained, "Lau is my foreign friend . . ."

"I feel utterly ridiculous," Ciel stated, for he was dressed in a bright pink and white corseted dress.

"Hush," Madame Red replied, "now, Ciel and Angel are my darling nieces, Grell is our butler, and Sebastian is Angel's fiancée."

"Splendid, now lets split up and search for the Viscount," Angel stated.

They split up into their groups and entered the crowded ball room. Angel kept her hand in Sebastian's hand, since they were supposed to be engaged. Suddenly, Angel spotted the Viscount. He was all the way across the ball room. Sebastian leaned over to Angel.

"There he is," Sebastian whispered, "now we just have to get over there."

Sebastian's red eyes began to glow. He took Angel's hand and put his other hand on her hip. She smiled, for she knew what his plan was. The two of them began to waltz over to the Viscount. Finally, they reached him. Sebastian left to find Ciel, leaving Angel alone.

"That was marvelous my dear," The Viscount stated as he reached for her hand and kissed it.

"Thank you," Angel replied, with a curtsy while wiping her hand off.

"Who are you here with?"

"Aunt Angelina. If you don't mind me asking, are you the Viscount?"

"Indeed, my little dove."

The Viscount walked over to her and put his hand on her waist.

"How I tire of this," Angel pouted.

"Well then, may I help you find something more interesting to occupy this time," The Viscount suggested as he dance his fingers farther down her hip.

"I swear before this is over I'm going to kill this creep," Angel thought.

"I would like to show you something."

"Of course."

The Viscount stretched out his hand. Angel didn't hesitate to put her hand in his. He led her to a nearby door. The both of them turned when they heard the crowd make a ruckus. Angel saw Sebastian, who was wearing a mask, standing near a cabinet, holding swords. He entered the cabinet, after he had handed Lau the swords. Lau shoved the first sword straight through the top of the cabinet, aimed right for Sebastian's head.

"Ow, I hope you know what you're doing," Angel thought.

"Right through here, my dove," The Viscount stated, snapping Angel out of her thought.

She entered the room, which was dimly lit by candles. The door behind her shut. She began to smell a sweet smell. Incense? However, it was a form of sleeping gas. Angel struggled to hold onto her consciousness. She leaned against the wall, her eyes getting heavier.

"Sebastian," Angel whispered, as she slid down the wall.

In her last moments of consciousness, she saw the Viscount.

"You've flown right into my trap," The Viscount stated, "my little dove."

Angel fell unconscious.

Back in the ballroom, Ciel and Sebastian had reunited.

"Where's Angel," Ciel asked.

"Oh no," Sebastian stated, "the Viscount must have gotten her."

"Listen to me Sebastian, I order you to protect my sister with your life."

"Yes, my lord."

In another part of the mansion, Angel was waking up. However, all she could see was darkness. She was blindfolded, bound, and in a cage. She could hear the Viscount auctioning her off and others in the audience. Suddenly, she heard a loud crash. The ropes binding her were ripped off. She lifted the blindfold to see Sebastian.

"Sebastian," Angel cried as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "You came for me."

"Of course," Sebastian replied, "but we must hurry. Scotland Yard is on their way and I don't think they'll be too happy if they see us here."

The cold night air was damp as Ciel, Angel, and Sebastian stood outside the old house. This house belonged to, who they believed would be, the Ripper's next victim. They had stopped the Viscount's black marketing of women, but he was not the Ripper. AS they stood there, Ciel and Angel shivered from the cold.

"As soon as he comes, we'll get him," Ciel stated, "Right Angel?"

Ciel turned, but he could not see his sister. He turned back to face Sebastian.

"Sebastian, where's Angel," Ciel asked.

"She should be next to you," Sebastian replied.

The two of them looked at the house. Angel, who was now inside the house, stood in the center of the room. With any luck, her plan would work. She heard the door open and close slowly. The sound of clicking heels against the wooden floor echoed off the barren walls. Angel gathered all her courage and turned around to face the intruder.

"I've got you," Angel stated.

"I believe it is I who has you," The man replied.

"I knew it was you," Angel grinned, "Grell Sutcliffe."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Grell replied, "you have it all wrong; I thought you were the Ripper."

"Then why do you have that knife in your hand," Angel asked.

"To protect myself against the Ripper."

"That's the worst lie, if ever I heard one."

"I guess there is no fooling you. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted."

Grell began to approach Angel, the knife in his hand gleaming in the moonlight. Angel backed away from him as slowly as he approached her. Angel glanced over at the door and then back at Grell. She made a desperate dash for the door, but Grell grabbed her hand with his free one. Angel let out a cry.

"Leaving so soon my dear Angel," Grell smiled.

"LET ME GO," Angel shouted as she successfully disabled Grell's hand that had the knife in it.

Angel then pulled her hand from his grip and ran for the door. Just as she was about to open it, Ciel and Sebastian ran in. She ran over to them and turned to face Grell

"So it was you," Sebastian stated, "I knew it had to be you. You were a terrible, talentless butler."

"Talentless," Grell whimpered, "PERFECT! You see I am an actress. Hearing you say that, just gives me butterflies inside."

Grell untied the red ribbon that held his long brown hair back in a ponytail. He took a brush out of his pocket. As he brushed his hair with a single stroke, it turned from black to cherry red. His teeth grew shark-like.

"That's not all," Angel stated, trying to keep her fear in check, "You were not in this alone. Was he . . ."

As Angel said that a figure walked out from the shadows.

"Madame Red," Angel finished.

"How long did it take for you to figure it out," Madame Red asked.

"Not that long actually," Ciel replied, "What I want to know is why?"

"you wouldn't understand," Madame Red snapped.

Grell lunged toward Ciel with a chainsaw. Angel jumped in front of him to protect him, and Sebastian jumped in front of her. He caught the chainsaw with his bare hands. Sebastian was thrown back by Grell.

"What are you," Angel asked.

"I am a Shinigami," Grell replied, "and now it is my turn to ask a question. Who are you exactly?"

"What do you mean," Angel asked as she kept her guard up.

"Ever since you came back I have noticed a white aura around you," Grell explained, "you see no ordinary human has a white aura. The white aura that surrounds you means that you are unique. So I ask again, who are you?"

"Well, since you asked so politely, I shall show you my true power. Although I am surprised by your question."

"And why is that?"

"Because my name gives it away. Angel."

At the utterance of her name, the back of Angel's dress ripped as large white wings grew from her back. With one large flap, she rose into the air. Grell merely smiled at her transformation. The two of them proceeded outside. Grell revved his chainsaw.

"This should be amusing," Grell chuckled, "A Shinigami fighting a girl who possesses the wings of an angel. How amusing."

"You dare not fight her," Sebastian stated as he ran out of the building.

"So you want to fight me Sebby-chan," Grell chuckled, "I wonder why that is."

"She is my master's sister; therefore she is my master as well. A butler must always defend his master. Plus, I'm one hell of a butler."

"Well, then let us see who is the better fighter."

The two men clashed in a blinding fury of chainsaw and waistcoats. Angel ran over to Ciel who was still in shock. As she did, she saw Madame Red pull out a knife from her sleeve. Angel extended her wing in front of Ciel to block the blade. It pierced her wing, but Angel showed no emotion at all. Madame Red retracted the blade and Angel covered the wound with her hand. Some of the white feathers were now red with blood. She looked up into the furious eyes of Madame Red with her saddened ones. Madame Red's expression changed from fury to sadness. She dropped the knife and backed away from Ciel and Angel. Sebastian came up behind her.

"Sebastian leave her alone," Ciel shouted.

"What are you waiting for," Grell shouted, "just kill the brats already."

"I can't, they are the like my children," Madame Red cried, "I will not kill innocent children!"

Before Angel could react, Grell killed Madame Red. Angel and Ciel stood in shock as Grell stood over her body.

"I thought you were like me," Grell scoffed, "I guess I was wrong."

He began to walk away. Angel charged at him, but he turned around to dodge her. Angel now took over Sebastian's fight. The two of them flew to the rooftops of nearby buildings. Grell smiled as he attacked Angel, who was successfully dodging all of his attacks. She took off her coat and managed to get it jammed in his chainsaw. She finally kicked Grell to the ground. She landed near him and stood over him as he lay on the ground.

"Now, can't we settle this like civilized people," Grell asked, in a whimpering voice.

"You killed one of the people I loved," Angel replied, with almost a chuckle, "and you wounded another. Do you think I would let you go that easily?"

"Yes?"

"NO! This time I will not hold back my temper, you shall pay Grell Sutcliffe."

Angel drew the sword which had been by her side the entire night. As she raised the glowing blade, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Someone had used an extension device with an automated gripping hand and grabbed the blade of her sword. She turned to see a man, dressed in an all-black suit, standing on the rooftop above them. He jumped down and walked over to Angel and Grell.

"Please miss, I would prefer to handle the punishment of Grell Sutcliffe myself," The man stated as he retracted his weapon.

"Who are you," Angel asked as she sheathed her sword.

"I am William T. Spears," William replied, "I am the head of the Shinigami dispatch. I am sorry for any trouble Grell has caused you."

"Just take him away with you and make sure he never bothers me or anyone I know again."

"Right, and your secret is safe with me."

William bowed, keeping his eyes on Angel, and then continued to walk away, pulling Grell by his long red hair with him. Angel just sat there in shock.

"What secret is he talking about," Angel asked herself.