Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji belongs to Yana Toboso. I only own my OCs and ideas not seen in the anime/manga.


I was used to people's disgusted expressions. One look and they'd turn away quickly, scared we prostitutes may attack them for money or the plain and simple reason: they don't want to have anything to do with dirty street rats.

Of course, some people weren't like that. Some were kind. They were like those big bright stars among millions of other tiny stars in a night sky.

A large splash of water suddenly woke me from my rest, soaking me completely from head to toe. I shuddered, pulling the cloak over my skin and stumbling quickly to my feet. In front of me, three men were standing, the one in the middle holding a dripping wooden bucket but all of them were snickering with toothy grins.

"What the hell are you doing here?" The one holding the bucket snapped, spitting to the side.

"Yeah, ha-ha! Shouldn't she be attacked by that 'Jack the Ripper' person by now?" the man on his left snorted, leaning against the wall.

Hmm…quite a nuisance I've stumbled upon. What to do…what to do…

"Maybe we should deliver her to Jack personally eh?" the man on the right suggested, punching his pal in the arm.

Energy began surging through my body and the fire also began to ignite inside me. I suppose it wouldn't hurt letting it take over for once.

I sighed in a tired way and slowly slipped off the hooded cloak around me, leaving me in the soaked dress that clung to my skin.

The man in the middle tossed the bucket over his shoulder, rolling up his sleeves and swinging his arms.

"Well, I dunno, maybe we can keep her for special purposes. She is nothing but a prostitute after all."

I began undoing the first button of the dress, then the second one, and the third…

"Wh-whoa…w-wow!" One of the men began to drool, wiping the slobber off his mouth.

The middle man smirked. "See? She knows how to do her job well!"

The dress now clung loosely and I backed up against the wall, acting vulnerable. He wasted no time and slammed his body against mine with his hands roaming all over me.

"H-hey…! Let me have my turn next!"

The man's ragged breathing filled my ears and I stared blankly at the filthy ground. My cold fingers trailed up his chest, making him more aggressive in his movements.

My hand stopped over his heart.

The men behind him screamed, backing away immediately when blood splattered on their bodies and the wall. I watched the man before me stare with shocked eyes, my hand having plunged right through the left side of his chest. With one swift motion, I yanked out his heart and his eyeballs went white, sinking to the floor with a heavy thud while I sank my teeth into the beat-less organ without hesitation.

"Sh-shit!"

"Run for it!"

My red eyes reopened and I dashed forward. When the men turned around, larger amounts of blood covered the scene…

I stood among the head-less, or heartless, corpses, licking my bloody fingers and exhaling in satisfaction with my tongue running along my sharp fangs.

Delicious isn't it? Blood, you'll want more and more and more. You won't ever get enough…

I gasped, my eyes returning to their original color. My hands trembled when I looked at them completely soaked in red.

Oh no…did I just…?

I shook my head over and over, clenching a fistful of my hair in exasperation. I had let myself go. I let myself murder people again. I let myself devour humans.

It's no big deal baby…they were dirty bastards who were going to do ugly things to you again. Just like the rest of them…

Shut up!

I tried to shake that voice out of my head, the other side of me that wished to take over and would do so easily if I allowed it.

I stared at my hands again and looked to the side to see a barrel of rain water against the brick wall. I caught a glance of my reflection once I approached it and quickly washed away the blood off my mouth, letting my hands soak in there for a while.

The winter air didn't help at all. I reached for the cloak once I was done and lifted the hood over my head. I stepped out from behind the old building. I was off on my eternal journey once more, leaving behind another bloody mess.

I licked my lips, still tasting the thick red liquid from my fangs while I walked among the citizens of London.

Every day, every single damn day was spent walking without end. As always, I was lost.

My feet moved automatically down the streets and I let myself delve into my thoughts. I wondered if I could finish the job this time. I would make sure I wouldn't make any mistakes. I had it all planned in my head. Just got to find a place where no one would find me, no one would save me. Get it done and over with. The thought of that intense pain was something I would never forget. Something so sweet, the wait was killing me.

Those thoughts soon morphed into a peculiar image. I was seeing someone's head. I saw caramel blonde hair, her kind smile, and her hand touching mine for security.

My breath didn't come out in clouds like they used to once upon a time. It was sad that I was literally cold inside and out.

It was sad that I had briefly made a friend but didn't care. It was sad that I hadn't said anything to her because I wouldn't. She was nice to me but I didn't return her kindness.

Eva…I wondered where she was, where her destiny lied. The way she looked at me before the darkness took over…

A few dry tears managed to escape my eyes and I didn't bother wiping them away. A cold gust of wind blew past me again, yet the freezing temperature didn't affect me like it did to the people around me, who tightened their coats and secured their hats. How I yearned to be one of them. Without him around, life was useless. I hated what he had done to me.

"Mum? It's getting really cold…" I heard a young boy whimper.

"Don't worry, we're almost home. We can drink some hot cocoa together, how does that sound?"

"I can't wait!"

I pulled the hood over my eyes, feeling lonely when I watched the boy cling to his mother's arm and walk by with the highest of spirits. At least they were happy. Sometimes, I felt like I was part of another world when I saw innocence or joy. I was from a distant dark place that was too terrifying for children to enter.

I looked up absent-mindedly over the decreasing amounts of people walking about. Obviously it was getting late, the hour for darkness to reign.

My eyes wandered and then abruptly stopped on someone across the street. Something about this person-man I soon found-was oddly familiar.

I halted in my tracks when I studied him from afar. That brown hair, those legs, and those arms.

My eyes widened, it had to be him!

I watched the man turn a corner and without thinking, I dashed across the cobbled street. I didn't bother noticing if any carriages would come by.

I kept my feet moving fast, not wanting to miss this one opportunity that I had been waiting for the most. So many things I wanted to say and ask. Did you really mean what you said? How could you have abandoned me like that?

I saw another glimpse of him again and used all my energy to catch up to him. He was getting closer; my excitement grew at the thought of seeing him after all this time. My eyes began to well and blur my vision.

My mouth opened, about to yell out his name. I reached out. I was so close…

"Oi! How rude!"

Someone pushed me after I unknowingly bumped into them in my desperation. My footing began to fail and I found myself begin to sink forward. I saw the man before me turn around slightly before I caught sight of the ground. I shut my eyes and braced for impact.

I definitely crashed into something but it wasn't hard or painful. I felt arms around me and my spirit lifted at the thought that he had caught me.

"Goodness, are you alright?"

My mind froze. That voice…

I hesitated to look up. Oh god, please be him. Please tell me I heard wrong. Deceive me. I definitely, most definitely thought wrong.

My eyes met his, and the undesired disappointment set in like a smack in the face. I immediately felt stupid.

This stranger's face was full of shock and I realized I was still leaned over in his arms. I straightened myself up and swallowed hard, holding back my despair.

"Hey, a-are you alright? That was quite a nasty fall you took…" he asked me again but I wasn't looking at him anymore. I was staring at the ground.

He narrowed his eyes at me curiously and then his attention wandered to my wrist in which he firmly gripped. He caught sight of the stubby and worm-like lines scattered on my skin and gasped, horrified at the sight.

I looked up at him and my head screamed 'NO!' when I noticed him catching sight of those scars. His mouth opened, about to say something, but I hastily cut him off and yanked my arm out of his grasp. I ran away as fast as I could.

"Wait!" I heard him shout after me but his voice was already getting distant. I was far out of his sight.

I stopped and caught my breath, leaning against a damp brick wall as soon as I knew he or anyone else wouldn't see me.

I pulled my knees up against me and let out a shaky exhale. I closed my eyes and rested my chin on my crossed arms. Cold. Wet. Abandoned. Lost.

I breathed in and my body shook with the struggle of holding back my tears. Stop it, I told myself. I'm not supposed to have any tears left. I wasted them all years ago.

During the process of calming down, something disturbed the silence. The sound scared me, reminding me too much of what I had been through. A woman's scream.

From where I was sitting, it seemed like it was nearby. I got to my feet and walked towards the direction of the scream, preparing myself for any surprise attacks.

As I got closer, I could hear a woman's uncontrollable sobs. I saw a doorway up ahead and crept towards it. I winced when I heard the woman's cries get louder and gently pushed against the door. My eye scanned the area through the crack and didn't spot anyone at the moment. I then gathered up my courage and slipped through the entrance, closing the door quietly behind me.

"Shut up! Keep silent you useless wench!" Someone snarled.

I hid behind the wall and traveled along it, making my way closer to the commotion until I met another doorway. A soft glow of candlelight shined on the opposite wall and I peered over the wall. My eyes widened at what I saw.

A woman was tied and seated on an old bed, her clothes ripped and her makeup smeared on her face. From her appearance, I could tell right away that she was a prostitute. If she was here, then that meant…

My blood ran colder than it already had. That meant the man standing before her…was Jack the Ripper?

I examined the man more closely, finding it hard to make out what he looked like since it was dark. But then I noticed the type of clothes he was wearing and those glasses that he wore.

Surprise shook me once again. I couldn't believe it.

The man made a sound of disgust, sick of hearing the woman cry. He yanked her chin close to him, a box of various knives and other such weapons beside him, along with what looked like red paint.

He picked up a brush, dipped it in the rouge, and with one swift movement, covered her lips in the color.

The woman whimpered, tears still dripping down her face.

He then went to pick up a knife, the blade gleaming brightly in the candle light and looking oh so extremely...sharp.

I shook my head. No…no! My body jerked forward to move but stopped, as if forcing me to watch what would happen when I already knew.

The man grinned, showing a row of shark-like teeth and without further suspense; he stabbed the woman right in the heart.

My eyes reflected the scene and the woman let out one last ear-splitting scream, one that could be heard miles away.

The next thing I knew, my throat began to burn at the scent of freshly spilled blood. So sweet…so delicious. I shut my eyes and grasped my neck tightly. I can't still be thirsty! I won't kill anymore humans! I mustn't!

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

My reaction to the new voice was slowed through my struggle and I couldn't move.

"Grell! I believed you were careless and missed another rat!" the voice announced.

Someone's hand grabbed my hair and pulled me upright, dragging me into the room and throwing me on the ground.

"What! How dare this girl try to hide! Don't worry Madam, I shall take care of her this instant!"

"Wait!" the woman's voice shouted, halting him.

"Eh? Madam?"

I panted heavily, the scent of blood the only thing I could smell. I felt the woman pull me up again, turning my head so that she could see my face. I opened my eyes slowly, holding back my urge to bite.

"I knew it…I knew there was something that smelled off about you. Filthy, just like the rest of them."

Crimson eyes glared right through me. Madam Red, the high-class woman from the Viscount's ball.

She sneered and turned her head to her butler. "Grell! Finish your business. I'll take care of this one."

Grell groaned in frustration. "Oh please Madam! If I could kill one, I could definitely kill two! You don't need to waste your energy-"

"Do as I say Grell! And quickly! I believe we'll have company very soon!" Madam Red snapped, dragging me away.

Grell turned back to the dead prostitute and retrieved another knife, but I was taken out of sight before I could see what else he was going to do.

Madam Red took me to a different room. She didn't bother lighting any candles and instead, used the moonlight through the window.

"What a shame. You seem quite different from the rest of those filthy whores…"

Her red eyes examined me more closely and she smirked in amusement. "No, you are extremely different. In fact, I think I know what you are…"

She took hold of my chin and surprised me as she managed to open my mouth without struggle. Her smirk grew wider when she saw the fangs.

"Ah…all the more reason to get rid of you. You must have killed many innocent human beings just to satisfy your intense hunger. No wonder why I saw you squirming on the ground earlier."

She rubbed my chin with her thumb and sighed. "Well, as I said, too bad for you."

A dagger was suddenly plunged into my shoulder. I gritted my teeth, feeling the liquid instantly soak my skin. Her eyes showed no emotion and she continued the job, dragging her dagger through my chest, stabbing me diagonally until she pulled it out of the right side of my waist.

She simply let go of my hair and I toppled to the ground. She sighed again, wiping the blood off her dagger with her handkerchief. She gazed down at me once more.

"You should have found a better way to live."

The sound of her footsteps leaving the room was faint to my ears.

The pain…it was nostalgic. More of my blood began to puddle under me, soaking me completely. I closed my eyes and a weak smile crossed my lips.

I was happy.


"Well, that was rather over the top. What a mess you've made, Jack the Ripper…or should I say…Grell Sutcliff," the black butler announced, watching the seemingly innocent-looking butler appear out of the shadows, splattered with the prostitute's blood.

Grell raised a trembling hand. "N-No! You're mistaken! I heard the woman's cry and I came here to-"

"To kill her, of course. You can't fool us. You were already in the same room as the deceased so what other excuse could you possibly come up with?" the butler continued, his hand shielding his young master's eyes.

"Give up the act. You can't try to convince us otherwise looking like that. But I must say," he smirked. "Your act was quite believable. All this time…and I have to admit this is my first time meeting a 'human' like you."

Grell was silent for a moment, but in the next second, his outlook completely changed.

"Oh? Is that so?" Grell grinned, showing his razor teeth. His appearance changed before the butler and the young Earl, transforming into his true form.

"Well, I am quite the actress after all! But I suppose I could say the same about you since the name the Young Master gave you can't possibly be your real name!"

His hair grew long and turned red with a swift motion of his comb. He pulled on his gloves and red glasses.

"Now then, I should reintroduce myself to you dear Bassy!"

He placed a hand on his chest. "Butler of the Barnett family, Grell Sutcliff at your service~!"

Grell giggled in a girlish way and blushed. "It's certainly so much nicer to finally get out of that wretched disguise and appear before you as my true self! So then, Bassy, what do you think?" The red-head blew a kiss towards the black butler, earning a look of discomfort from him.

"As I thought, you're nothing but a death reaper. Funny that a death reaper would go so far as to become a butler," the butler teased.

"Ohh, come now Bassy! I had my reasons as I'm sure you do!" Grell grinned.

"And those reasons are…?"

Grell brought a finger to his cheek. "I've been captivated by a ravishing woman, whom shares my taste."

"That woman is…"

"You don't really have to ask do you?" A voice interrupted.

The young earl recognized that voice immediately and heard her footsteps approaching. He grasped his butler's hand and removed it from his eye, ready to face who he knew it would be.

The woman clothed in red appeared before them, her arms crossed and returning their gaze with indifference.

"Madam Red…so it was you…." The young Earl simply stated.


There was a loud commotion going on. I could hear it. It was faint at first, but as time kept passing, the noises got louder and my senses slowly began to return. The numbness was fading.

My eyes struggled to open, my face pressed sideways on the cold ground.

Sounds of what seemed like a machine went on, like some kind of gardening tool. It was odd.

As soon as the numbness was gone, I could feel the extreme pain radiating throughout my body. Moving was going to be a hassle.

Noises of walls getting destroyed joined in shortly, followed by voices that were barely audible through the building that I was still in.

Alright, time to get up. As I did so, my arms trembled to support the dead weight of my body. It took several tries to move my limbs. I crawled forward instead and used the faithful wall for support, staying patient until my legs were able to help me up.

Out of nowhere, my throat gurgled and blood exploded out of my mouth. I caught it in my hand and coughed, eyes blinking red. I gazed down at the blood and licked it up even though it would barely quench my thirst.

More of the commotion outside went on and I took a step forward, placing my right arm over my wound in an attempt to keep the blood from seeping out. I limped forward with what little energy I had and used it to reach the exit.

My foot stepped out onto the cobbled ground and I leaned forward to catch my breath.

"You can't escape me Bassy!"

My head lifted and I moved behind the wall to hide myself before watching another red-clothed figure slashing a chainsaw towards a man wearing all black.

The black butler caught the chainsaw between his hands but the ruthless weapon continued to grind down, dangerously closing in on his shoulder.

"You're so entertaining! I've been terribly bored trying to find humans to play with. My death scythe can cut through anything!" I realized this person to actually be Grell since he was the only other person with Madam Red.

Grell pinned the butler to the wall. "Regardless if you're a human or not, you'll be sliced in half!"

I briefly moved my attention to the two others closer to me and saw Madam Red standing near a young looking boy.

"…Why?" the boy asked.

She sneered at him. "You honestly expect me to give you a straight answer. You're the guard dog. I'm the sinner."

She reached for her dagger.

"If you were anyone else..."

She lunged forward, ready to attack.

"There'd only be one path for you!"

My eyes widened at the scene. The boy managed to dodge it but still gained a cut on his arm.

The boy winced in pain and held his wound. "Why did you murder those people?"

Madam Red seemed to have reached her limit, swiping her dagger downwards. "Even if I told you, a little brat like you would never understand!"

She grabbed his throat and slammed him against the wall, choking him. My mouth hung slightly and I began to step out of the shadows, gripping my shoulder. The blood soaked my fingers, reminding me of my injury but I didn't care. All I cared about now was…

The butler gritted his teeth, struggling with keeping the chainsaw away from him but at the same time trying to think of a way to get to his master.

Madam Red tightened her grip around the boy's neck, trembling with anger.

"You…you…."

She raised her dagger high in the air.

"IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER IF YOU WERE NEVER BORN!"

"Young Master!" the butler shouted.

It didn't matter anymore. I fully stepped out into the scene and a sudden burst of energy emerged, helping me get to Madam Red within seconds.

The young boy gasped in surprise at my sudden appearance and Madam Red was pulled back. I was holding her arms from behind as tightly as possible, dragging her away from him.

"W-what? How dare you! Get your filthy hands off me!" she yelled, trying to yank her arms out of my grip but I wouldn't budge, wincing when she violently waved her dagger at me.

Grell watched in amusement and then turned back to the butler, who ducked his head right away when the reaper swung his weapon vertically. The butler glared, ready to do some serious damage but the red-head was already dashing back towards Madam Red.

"Don't worry Madam; I shall get rid of that wench once and for all!" Grell exclaimed with enthusiasm and raised his chainsaw.

I staggered backwards, keeping my hold on her secure when she suddenly dropped her dagger to the ground. Her resistance weakened and her arms slackened in mine.

Grell also stopped and set down his weapon, puzzled when he saw Madam Red break into tears.

"Madam Red! What is the meaning of this? Why can't you get rid of a simple woman and that brat?" he demanded, utterly distraught at her weak behavior.

"I can't…" she muttered.

"What?"

"I just couldn't. In the end, I can't bring myself to kill this child!" Madam Red cried, trembling.

My grip on her softened and I slowly let her go, resting my hand back on my wounded shoulder. Madam Red wiped her face from the falling tears, and Grell continued to stare at her in disgust.

"You're saying this now? But you've killed so many women! What difference does it make!" he barked.

Grell took another step towards her.

"If you don't finish the job, I'm afraid you may face the same fate as that boy-"

"No! You can't!" She blurted out and ran to shield the boy. "This child is my-"

The boy's eyes widened in horror when Grell abruptly struck her directly in her chest with the chainsaw, blood spraying out before she landed to the ground.

Grell sneered. "How disappointing Madam Red! I am no longer interested in ordinary women such as you!"

The rest of us watching saw what looked like a cinematic record coming out of her chest wound, presenting her life's story.

The cinematic record sped through the scenes and with each progression of her story, I soon understood her reason. Something that she wanted, the women she thought deserved to be punished…She was Jack the Ripper along with Grell.

Empathy flooded through me, along with more of disgust towards myself. She was right. I was stupid to think that I would get some kind of benefit by throwing myself on the wrong path like I did. Like I would be able to find the most important person this way…

The boy kneeled down beside Madam Red's corpse, his dark blue eyes blank. Grell swiped the blood off his weapon.

"All that hard effort wasted! She's no different from any other woman!"

He suddenly turned his attention to me. "And you are the perfect example of those useless creatures!"

I saw the chainsaw heading straight towards my head but I didn't move. I shut my eyes, my hand clenching onto my wound.

"Sebastian! Stop him!"

I felt a gust of wind blow over me and a dull clang followed after.

"My, how irritating. I was hoping I wouldn't need to use this technique."

I opened one eye first before opening both and seeing that the butler was in front of me, using his coat to fend off the cursed death scythe.

"Oh Bassy, you think something as simple as that can stop my-"

Grell cut off when he tried to slice through the cloth but found his weapon to be jammed. The more he struggled with it, the worse it became.

"Eh?! What is this?! I can't. Get it. OUT!" Grell shouted angrily, sprawled on the floor and struggling to pull the coat out in a childish fashion.

The butler sighed and crossed his arms. "It's a durable cloth made out of sheep's wool. It produces a large amount of static and obviously won't be easy to remove."

"WHHAAT!" Grell continued to whine.

"Sebastian!"

My gaze turned to the boy, seeing that he had a stern look on his face.

"Finish him off quickly. Jack the Ripper hasn't been fully eliminated yet!"

A smirk appeared on the butler's face and he bowed slightly. "Yes my lord."

I stepped back as the butler moved forward, hovering over Grell, who still attempted to fix his weapon. Grell soon noticed his shadow and looked up to see the butler smiling deviously.

"Well now, since you are now weapon-less, how about a nice fair fist fight hm?" he suggested, cracking his knuckles.

"W-wait...Bassy! M-My face!" Grell protested.

I watched in utter awe as the butler pounded the poor redhead senseless. Yet at the same time, he did it with a sort of grace compared to how other men would usually beat someone.

I inwardly cheered in excitement and bit my lip at how painful some of his kicks were towards Grell's face.

"Oh…Bassy…you certainly hit har-"

The redhead was interrupted when the butler took hold of his body and threw him sky-high.

Grell's scream faded away as he sailed far up and the butler turned around to me, giving a polite smile.

"Hello there. Fine evening isn't it?" he greeted and then tugged on his white gloves.

When Grell's yells were heard again, the butler simply jumped forward and did a spinning kick, knocking the redhead straight to the ground head first.

"You...you'll pay for this! Just you wa-AGH!" The butler slammed his foot onto Grell's face.

"Oh my, a reaper like you cannot be beaten to death? Well then, what if I use this?" he held up the reaper's precious weapon.

"W-wait! Stop! You can't really-AAAH!" Grell screamed again when the butler continued to brutally punish him.

"After all that's happened, I do find quite some enjoyment stepping on a person's face. But alas, I must finish you off quickly as you have certainly wasted a lot of time," the butler said cheerfully.

"Bassy, please! I beg you to stop! It hurts!" Grell pleaded.

"But I don't want to," the butler grinned, holding up the chainsaw.

Grell screamed and continued to beg for mercy and just as the black butler was about to give the finishing blow, another force interrupted them.

"Grell Sutcliff, I believe you have caused quite enough trouble."

We all turned around to see a man standing on the roof with the full moon shining behind him. He retracted his weapon, which looked like a weed clipper.

"William! Oh William, you came to save me?!" Grell managed to shout out.

The man glared and adjusted his glasses on his nose before sailing downwards, landing directly on Grell's head when the butler moved aside.

The young man turned to the butler and bowed his head. "I am William T. Spears, member of the Dispatchment Management Division of the Death Gods. I am here to retrieve this troublesome reaper."

"So cruel Will!" Grell's voice was muffled in the ground.

"Grell Sutcliff, you have hereby broken several severe rules. Starting with number one…"

Will's glasses flashed and he kicked Grell, adding in his own punishment.

"You killed many people whose names were not on the list. Second, using your scythe without permission and also modifying it without following proper procedures."

The young master stared at all this with disbelief, shaking his head while the butler simply watched with a blank expression.

"And lastly…"

William's eyes connected with mine for a second, catching me off guard as I shyly looked away.

"Attempting to harm innocent civilians which would therefore lead back to square one if you had succeeded."

I almost felt sorry for Grell having gone through all that torture. The red-head reaper groaned in his horrid condition while William approached the butler and bowed in apology.

"Here is my name card." He looked rather irritated at having to show respect. "Honestly I have to bow down to the likes of you…"

The butler grinned. "I suppose you should make sure that grim reaper doesn't get out of hand any longer."

William glared at him and leaned down, grabbing a fistful of Grell's hair.

"We are leaving!" he announced, the red-head reaper writhing in pain on the floor.

The butler suddenly threw Grell's weapon directly towards William, who had his back turned. William simply caught it between his fingers without looking as if it were a paper airplane. He glanced back to see the butler smiling politely once again.

"You forgot something."

"Thank you. In that case, we'll be taking our leave."

With that being said, William and Grell quickly disappeared into the shadows, leaving a dead silence behind.

I took a deep breath and watched the butler approach his master. I smiled slightly and turned away.

"My apologies, Young Master, I allowed the other one to escape…"

"It doesn't matter, it's no longer important..."

I arrived at the entrance way to the building, their voices becoming faint.

"Hey, you over there! Wait a moment!"

I froze in my tracks when I was about to leave, turning my head and seeing that the boy was addressing me.

"Are you alright?" he simply asked, standing up.

I turned around, staying silent but nodding.

He narrowed his eyes and inspected my outer appearance, not believing me since there was blood all over my clothes. He sighed. "Sebastian, we're taking her with us."

The butler looked down at him in surprise. "Young Master, are you positive?"

The boy gave a serious glance. "Yes. After all, I believe she's seen too much. It can't be safe to let her on the loose. And besides, she's badly injured," he said the last few words quietly for only his butler to hear.

The butler placed a hand over his chest. "Alright then my lord."

Before I knew it, the butler appeared right in front of me with that smile on his face.

"Are you still in pain miss?"

I shook my head vigorously, trying to convince them that I was perfectly fine. In fact, most of my wound was beginning to close already.

"I'm sorry, but if you'll excuse me…"

My eyes widened in shock when the butler scooped me up in his arms. That action took me completely off guard and I clung onto his shirt tightly. I wasn't used to being carried by someone, especially if the person was tall.

"My lord, what shall we do with Madam's Red's body?"

The young master was already placing a large cloth over her body, concealing it.

"We don't have time right now. I'll have the Undertaker take care of it immediately. We need to get out of here as soon as possible before any members of the Yard arrive and get the wrong idea."

The butler nodded and the young master walked ahead, leading us out of the area.

I stayed still in the butler's arms, calming myself down as I took one last glance at Madam Red's body. I then noticed my hand firmly clenched onto the butler's shirt and let go, bringing my hand back to my chest.

I glanced at the boy walking ahead of us, admiring how confident and brave he seemed to be. Obviously despite his current apparel, he didn't seem like any ordinary child.

Same with his butler…

I inhaled deeply once again, faintly smelling the boy's blood flowing through his veins. Something about it seemed familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it.

Since I was close to him, the scent of the butler's blood filled my nose and I once again kept control from doing anything rash.

It smelled…somehow unique.

And…

Delicious.

I avoided looking up at the butler and instead, closed my eyes. I rested my head against his chest unconsciously and concentrated only on breathing evenly, keeping it together until we would stop.

Unknown to me, the butler had felt me leaning against him and his lips curled into that famous devious smile.