Hello again, two chapters in a night. I must be on a roll, here is a third person account of Grell's indiscretion. Spoilers for Kuroshitsuji season one. Seriously get out if you don't know who Grell really is.

No ones ever seen Grell act this psychopathic and manipulating since Madame Red and the Ripper Case.

A few weeks ago…

She caught my eye, a lonely angry figure as I reaped the soul of her best friend. She was crying, and wailing, screaming. She was just about to confess when I grabbed her, wrapping a hand over her mouth. Her face reddened and she bit into my hand. I tightened my hand over her mouth until she was light headed and the blood drained from her face. Then I released my grip. Ah, the blood flowed back into her face like it was blooming. She took a step away from me and swayed. I grabbed her by the waist tight and breathed into her neck.

"You would confess to killing your tramp of a friend?"

She nodded in the septic white of the hospital room, body strung tight. Everyone who was related to the dead girl was far away, tucked away in their homes, asleep. The girl and her apologetic murderer – the notion made for a bloody Valentine's poem. I sighed again and she heated.

"I … I didn't mean to kill her," her voice was still but quaking at the same time. I wrapped my other hand around her shoulders, nuzzled her neck.

"Don't...shh!" I soothed, the waves of pity came off her, thick enough to comb through. I brushed her hair.

"She was my best friend, she should have known." She relaxed against me.

"She did…she knew."

"I hate her, I'm glad she's dead." The statement was music to my ears – the satiation of the righteous.

"Good girl, I crooned.

It was love, and I swirled around with it in my head and excitement. So much passion, so much life, so much to look forward to!

"A gift for Grell! A gift for me!" I sang, "I love you! Watashi anatawa."

The other workers and Shinigami gave me dirty looks as I swanned around happily swinging my chain saw to a lovely dance in my head. Ashley proved to be bright, sensitive, passionate and completely taken with me. After all, I am her savior; I consoled her and assured her of her purity. She had started a mission to cleanse her life of the useless, the hampering and the unrighteous. And I would be by her side, molding her into the shape of my desires while fulfilling hers.

William looked at me very uneasily today, like he suspects that I am in love. Let him speculate all he wants. Let him stew and become jealous. Maybe he will appreciate me more tomorrow.

I meet my new Beau at a café and I hand her chocolates with red centers of cherry filling. They melt and slide over our tongues. I thrilled at the taste and fed her more. She and I are lovers of every word. I have never tried it like this before - to be the stronger sex this time around, tucking my womanly wiles away- to find that this kind of thing isn't bad at all. It's rather refreshing. Madame Red came to me fully hatched with her vengeance and plan in place so all I got to do was help and play the cowardly butler. Where was the fun in that? I was an obsessed idiot yet it was a really good time, I met Sebastian after all - and his brat.

The brat must be long dead – Sebastian somewhere in hell waiting for another soul to seal away for his supper.

That night was a Friday and Ashley had the knife to the boy's neck - the one who led her on and cheated on her with her best friend - the one who wouldn't love her, I urged her on steadily anticipating the shower of crimson that would get on her hands. The boy was shivering and dropping his words like fragile glasses, and they were breaking into shards of broken sound.

"Please don't!"

"You never loved me! I loved you so much. But you loved her, everything WAS HER!"

The boy flinched from her words, "I'm sorry!"

Ah, the love of the dire!

She stabbed him, and the wound blossomed with blood. He gasped in pain and shock and clutched his abdomen, "Please…. What is going on! You can't kill me! You can't….not…"

The next wound was delivered.

The boy scrambled at the floor, smearing blood all over. She took a look at him, at his face draining of colour - the life to which he was in danger of losing. And she hesitated - just for one moment. The thoughts rolled up her eyes, doubt, realization and memory. She unraveled from the yawn that I so lovingly knitted for her. The The passion drained away from her, and she collapsed.

"I … I … what's wrong with me!"

I held on to her shoulders, "Do it for me! Be strong, soar high for me!" She trembled, fear and weakness tumbling down like her waves of dark hair did.

I was close now, the madness bubbling over now. I did not set this up to have it crumble like a deck of cards.

"DO IT!"

But it was too late. She had lost her salvation.

"I can't do it! You, you're…." Her words failed.

My mouth was suddenly cat like, sharp, the jig was up. I pulled out my chain saw with a flourish and it rumbled. The blade positioned to make its righteous arc.

"The blood will cleanse you." I sermonize in one sentence, "The beautiful red-"

Bam, and there it is… the end - my Will standing with the blade of my chain saw death scythe in the clipper jaws of his.

"Grell Sutcliff that will be enough!" His clipper death scythe flashed at me and I side stepped it this time. The second time it hit me in the face.

"NOT THE FACE!" I scream.

The gripped let go suddenly. Will and I face each other. His disappointment in me was masked by his great annoyance. He was livid in that officious way of his. A twitch worked in his forehead.

"He isn't on the list Grell Sutcliff! Nor is your girl friend for that matter," Will never does scream but his voice booms never the less.

"But he's not dead yet. And that girl hasn't a scratch on her!" I argue, and then realization blooms in my head. Late because that's what I'm known for – being late.

I huff haughtily, "You followed me!"

He adjusted his glasses guiltily and the hedge clipper shot out at my face again.

"Not the face!" I screamed, and then protested while being dragged home.

Well that was fun while it lasted.

Ah!

Part of me hated writing this, because I'm not writing this entirely in the Kuroshitsuji universe, and the Hannibal universe tends to be so serious in atmosphere. And because once I started it, I realized that someone was going to have a delusional reason for vengeance for our Shinigami to be attracted too and exploit. And I hate doing the cliched 'kill the best friend who stole my boyfriend from me' trope but it was easy and made enough sense.

But if that irks you like it does me, no worries. I have plans to fix that. Stick around.

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