DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN OURAN OR HELL GIRL IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM

Warning Contains Some Violence

Haruhi sat by herself with her head slumped down on her hand. She was finding herself more and more falling into despair and she wasn't sure if anything was going to draw her out of it. Why was she still seeing these things? And why did it seem like she wasn't able to stop them? God she hated having to see these people get sent to Hell over and over again after having to be tortured for what they've done.

"You're still down about that one guy going to hell?" Hikaru suddenly asked her. She looked up at him sad before looking away.

"You know I can't help but think that this guy really deserved to go to Hell," said Hikaru.

"Hmm," muttered Haruhi, "You keep saying that but it still isn't right!"

"Keep telling yourself that Haruhi," said Hikaru.

"Hi everyone," said Hunny walking into the room with Mori, "We just found out where our class' going to for its trip, England."

"Sound nice," said Kyoya.

"Yeah even though were just there a few months ago with our families, oh well," said Hunny like it was nothing.

"How soon are you leaving?" asked Kyoya looking down at his notebook.

"In about a week," said Hunny.

"Very well, I shall make the adjustments for while you're gone," said Kyoya. Hunny walked over to Haruhi at her table.

"Hey Haru-Chan?" he asked.

"Hmm yes?" asked Haruhi.

"Did you want Takashi or me to bring you something back from England to help cheer you up?" asked Hunny.

"If you want to you, you can, but it doesn't really matter to me. No offence or anything Hunny-Sempi," said Haruhi. She was taken by surprised by Hunny suddenly hugging her.

"I think a present will do you a lot of good Haru-Chan," he said.

"Hmm thanks Sempi," said Haruhi. It had been a while since someone had seemed to feel the need to send someone to Hell.


"Come on Takashi let's go to a candy shop! I want to get lots and lots of chocolates!" said Hunny as he ran down the street. Mori was quick to act and grabbed Hunny before he could get too far.

"Don't run off like that. You still don't know the area that well," he said.

"Oh sorry," said Hunny sweetly as he kept walking down the street. He soon forgot his cousin's advice when he happened to see candy shop just up ahead. "Oh oh candy!" Hunny raced off fast only to accidentally bumped into a girl who looked about to be 13 coming out of a grocery store, causing her to spill some of her things. "Oh I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay," said the girl gathering up her things. Mori was quick to help as well. She looked Hunny and Mori over, "You speak very good English."

"Thanks!" said Hunny smiling, "We're here on a school trip."

"Oh that's lovely," said the girl.

"Can we help you carry your things back to your house?" asked Hunny.

"Uh no, you don't have to do that," said the girl, "It's not that fine."

"Oh no, it's no big deal," said Hunny. Right as he said that Mori took the bags from the girl before she couldn't even argue.

"Um okay let's head this way," said the girl leading them to a rundown looking town house. "Thank you very much again. You really didn't have to do this."

"Oh its okay," said Hunny, "We were more then happy to do this for you…,"

"Annabelle Smith! Get your butt in here!" a man shouted suddenly appearing at the front door.

"Uh yes, coming Father!" said Annabelle, "Thank you again." She raced up the stairs and into the house followed by her father who slammed the door shut.

"He sure didn't sound nice did he?" said Hunny.

"No," said Mori.


Annabelle hurried as fast as she could to the kitchen with her groceries hoping to outrun her father. However the minute she reached the kitchen, put down her groceries and turned around she was greeted by a hard slap against the face.

"What the hell do you think you were doing!" shouted her father.

"Nothing Father!" Annabelle insisted.

"You think I'm stupid!" snapped her father slapping her again, "You're five minutes late and you were with some boys! And not just some ordinary boys, foreigners! Some stupid evil Asians! What the hell were you thinking!" He slapped her again before shoving her off to the side to inspect some of the food. "And why does some of the food look like it's been damaged?"

"I may have um accidentally dropped some of my groceries is all," said Annabelle timidly. Her father immediately turned and slapped her across the face again.

"You worthless shrine, can't you do anything right!" he shouted at her.

"I'm sorry Father!" said Annabelle as she tried to move away from her father's blows, "Please!" But her father didn't stop hitting her over and over again. Finally Annabelle ran out to the kitchen and upstairs to her room making sure to lock it behind her. She sunk down and pressed her back against it as she started to cry. It wasn't like her father was that good of a person before her mother up and disappeared. But now that it was just the two of them, it seemed like her father was becoming more and more violent with her. She often wondered about her mother and where it was her mother ran off to. Annabelle could only assume it was to protect the baby she had been pregnant with at the time. Her father for some reason was under the impression that her mother was being disloyal to her and the child wasn't his. Then one day her mother was gone, just like that. Her cloths were all gone and everything. Annabelle could understand a little that if her mother had an opportunity to run she should take it. She just wished her mother had taken her with her instead of leaving her alone with her father. Her father was a lot more rude, violent and quick to anger. Not to mention that now he was constantly down in the basement for hours on end doing weird and peculiar things that smelled awful. Annabelle didn't have to be told to keep out of there. She was more then willingly to stay out of there before her father beat her senseless about not going down there. Her father seemed to love beating her up for no reason. He had also like beating her mother. If she had chosen to have an affair, Annabelle would have understood completely.

A while later Annabelle woke up and realized it was dark and that she was hungry. She walked downstairs and into the kitchen to see that her dad hadn't bothered to put away the food and some of the things had gone bad. She sighed as she salvaged what she could and threw away the rest. She hoped her father was either in his room asleep or in the basement doing whatever it was he was did down there so he wouldn't come up and blame her for the mess.

Finally after what little food she was able to preserve was put away she made herself a stew and took it to her room. She looked over at her clock. It was seriously getting late almost midnight. She walked over to her computer and just started to browse through anything and everything. She decided to look up something about Japan thinking about those two nice Japanese boys that had helped her earlier that day. She thumbed through some different things about Japan until finally she found herself looking at the different apps they had maybe come up with. As the looked through them she happened to find something that really caught her eye. An app for something called the Hell Correspondence. She looked it over and saw that it advertised that if someone really desired vengeance against someone they could type that person's name into the website at midnight someone known as the Hell Girl would come and take the person away. Annabelle looked over at her clock. It was just about midnight. So out of curiosity she went and accessed the Hell Correspondence. To her surprise it appeared.

'Wow,' thought Annabelle. Feeling even more curious, she went and type in her father's name and hit send.


'Ai you have a message,'

'Yes Grandmother,' said Ai walking over to her computer.

'It looks like this is from outside Japan. You're popularity is spreading it seems,"

"Yes Grandmother you're right," said Ai checking the message.


"Bye Haruhi I'm off to work," called out Ranka as he walked out of the front door.

"Bye Dad," said Haruhi. It was Saturday with her father gone it gave her some alone time to really to try and clear her mind of things other then whatever it was that was causing her to have these visions. She walked over to her washer to start a load when she realized she was no longer looking at her washer or dryer. Instead she was in some sort of new room she didn't recognized and was all dark out.

'Where, where am I?' she thought. Then she looked over to the only source of light that was at a computer. 'What's going on? This isn't right. It isn't even midnight. Where am I?' Just then the girl turned around and Haruhi could tell immediately tell she wasn't Japanese. She wasn't even Asian. She had long blond hair and blue eyes. Haruhi seemed to already to know that her name was Annabelle Smith for some reason.

"Huh?! Ah! W-Who the bloody hell are you and what are you doing in my room?" she asked with a very distinct British accent.

"You summoned me, my name is Ai,"

"Oh my god so this is real? Hell girls real? You're Hell Girl?" asked Annabelle.

"Yes," Then Haruhi saw the hand with the doll, "This is for you. If you truly desire vengeance untie the red thread. Untying the thread binds you into a convent with me and I will ferry the soul of your tormentor straight into the depths of Hell."

"Hell?" said Annabelle as she took the doll, "Well if there was anyone who diserved to go to Hell it's my father I guess."

"However, once vengeance has been served you'll have to deliver on your end of the bargain as well,"

"My end?" said Annabelle.

"There always has to price. When you die your soul will also belong to Hell. There is where you will stay for all of eternity, never to know the joys of Heaven and instead wonder through a world of pain and agony." Annabelle gasped scared as she held the doll close.

"And now the decision rest with you,"

Haruhi gasped as she once again came out of her trance.

'No, no not again!' she thought, 'Please tell me this isn't going to be the next one! She's all the way in Britain! How am I going to be able to help stop her!'