Keira Knightley as Rachel Phantomhive

Henry Cavill as William T. Spears

Will Kemp as John Bannett

"The London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down," Madam Red sings while circling around and around with both Ciel and his little brother, "The London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady."

The three fall to the bright green grass full of daisies in fits of giggle. However, the fits of giggle is interrupted by a cough. Madam Red looks to her left to see Ciel's little brother, whom she and John call Little Blue Boy, coughing profusely and wheezing. She puts a hand on his shoulder, worried that she'll have to take him to the hospital again. Moments later, he finally stops coughing and looks at both Ciel and Madam Red.

"I'm fine," he assures them, "It wasn't as bad as last time."

"Are you sure?" Madam Red asks and he nods.

Ciel punches his brother on the shoulder. "Don't scare me like that."

"Sorry," he apologizes while rubbing his shoulder. "I bruise easily, you know."

Madam Red smiles as the two important boys in her life embrace each other and laugh.

"Did the London Bridge really fall, Aunt Ann?" the little one asks.

"Oh yes, it fell and crumbled to the ground," she says jokingly.

"Were there people on the bridge?" the little one asks, "Did they die there?"

Madam Red doesn't know how to answer that. Who knew an innocent song would end up with a grim question. However, she is saved from answering by a tall man in black roves and top hat.

"Oh look, Undertaker is here," she points.

The little one looks into the direction she's pointing at and smiles before getting up from the grass and running across the garden where the mortician is waiting.

"I don't like him very much," Ciel says, "He frightens me."

Madam Red smiles at Ciel. "He frightens me too. But did save your brother. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here playing with you." She watches the little one jump into the mortician's arms, embracing him.

"Hello there, Lord Phantomhive," he says joyfully, "Has your aunt been taking good care of you?"

"Yes, she is a good aunt," the little one says.

"NOO!" Ciel screams.

Sebastian watches Madam Red's body fall to the ground with a thud and Ciel immediately rushes to her side. He sees her coughing up more blood. She's still alive but not for long.

Ciel rests his aunt's head on his lap as she continues to cough up blood. "Aunt Ann," he whispers.

"...Let's...go," she chokes up.

Let's leave London. Leave it all behind. Ciel nods in agreement. "Yes. We'll go. Let's leave London together. Let's leave it all behind. We'll go wherever you want."

"...Paris."

"Paris is beautiful," he says, "We'll go to Paris together. Just the two of us."

"...Three." Those are the last words Madam Red says before finally drying.

Mey-Rin sobs as she watches Madam Red die on her nephew's lap. Oh how fast things went to hell. First Mary Kelly dies and now Madam Red. Sebastian can see that she blames herself for this. She should be the blame for this. She underestimated Grell's insanity. She promised Mary that Ciel would save them both but she was the first one to die. She failed her and the young master.

Sebastian sees strips of film reeling out of Madam Red's chest. All of them having images of the red woman.

"Is that her…?"

"A part of the reaper's job is to play and examine the memories of those who are on the TO DIE list," Grell explains. "From that, we determine what kind of person they were. We see from their own perspective what kind of life they lived and we decide whether they should live or die."

"Their lives flash before their eyes," Sebastian clarifies.

"That's such a pedestrian term," Grell smiles, "It is so much more than that. This is the cinematic record."

"I don't see it," Mey-Rin says quietly while looking at Madam Red's bloody chest. Neither she nor Ciel can see it.

"Of course you don't, my dear," Grell tells her, "Only reapers can see them. Humans can also see them but it only happens when they die."

Madam Red's Cinematic Record

Everything happened when I was fifteen years of age.

"Ann! Angelina!" My sister Rachel searched for me in the garden. I spent most of my time there, hiding from the world. Keeping them from seeing my red hair. She found me reading and smiled. "What are you still doing here? Father wants to see you. He's going to introduce a guest to us down at the parlour. It wouldn't be good for any of us if we were late."

Despite being frail, my sister was always happy and outgoing. I, however, was shy. I loved her amber hair she inherited from Mother. Unlike me. "I'm not properly dressed for a guest. My dress is too simple."

"So is mine," she said and grabbed my hand. "Now come on."

We raced down the hall of our childhood home. Rachel almost had an asthma attack on the way to the parlour. I always reminded her not to run to fast for it made her breathless and ignited her asthma.

"Now you mustn't be sick in front of our guest," I told her.

She smiled at me. "Look who's talking. You were the one in the garden reading by yourself."

"I was studying," I told her. "Maybe once I become a doctor, I could find a cure for that bloody asthma of yours."

"Amen to that," she said and we continued our way to the parlour where we met with our father. Seated next to him was a very handsome man with black hair and brown eyes.

"Rachel! Angelina! Come say hello to our guest, Lord Phantomhive."

I hated the red hair I inherited from my father. However, Vincent Phantomhive adored it.

"Your hair is very beautiful, Ann," he once told me when we were in the gardens together. He used to call me Ann, just like Rachel did. "They're like the colour of spider lilies."

"I hate it. People find it scandalous," I told him.

"You shouldn't listen to the opinion of narrow-minded people," he said, "They're ignorant. Red suits you very well. Don't be ashamed of it."

I smiled for the first time that day. I ended up loving it after all. And I ended loving him. He was the one man who made me open my eyes to greater possibilities. I stopped hiding my hair in the bonnet and kept it loose. However, this did not last long. Knowing that my sister was the oldest, she had the right to marry before me.

"Angelina, I have wonderful news," she told me the next day. It broke my heart seeing Vincent sitting next to Rachel, holding her hand, for I knew what was going to happen. "Vincent just proposed to me. We shall be married in a month."

Once again, I hated the colour red.

"Isn't that a little too early?" I asked her, hoping that she would change her mind. I didn't want Rachel to marry the man I fell in love with.

"Dear Ann, are you jealous?" she asked with a giggle.

"...No," I lied. I was jealous of my sister. I could have said yes but I decided to say no for a very important reason. I loved my sister. I never brought myself to hate her.

I watched the two sign the wedding papers but made no attempt to stop them. I wished nothing more than for Rachel to be happy.

Nine months later, Rachel gave birth to two beautiful baby boys. One was healthy and strong. The other was small, frail and feeble. My sister held Ciel while I held the little one. Despite being sickly blue, he was beautiful all the same. Unlike his brother, this one rarely opened his eyes and slept day and night. He only opened his eyes once to meet mine. But it was not enough. I wanted this one to open his eyes every day. And I knew that I had to look after him, make him strong and healthy so he would live to be at his brother's side. Even if I had no husband, I still had a family and considered Ciel and his brother as my own children.

I attended parties I once hated with great frequencies. I attended them dressed in lavish long dresses and make-up. I don't remember when it happened but I was soon called Madam Red. And for some reason, I ended up loving the name. I got annoyed every time Elizabeth and the two boys called me Auntie Ann instead of Madam Red. I always insisted Lizzie and Ciel to call me Madam Red but I could never force the little one to call me by that name for he still had trouble speaking. I needed to care for this one the most.

Eventually, I too met a man in one of those parties and got married. John Bannett. He was not as handsome as Vincent but he was still kind-hearted and I grew to love him. It didn't happen the way I wanted to but still, I was happy. A few months after, I became pregnant. John was so excited. He would place his head on my belly to listen the baby's heartbeat or feel it kick. He wouldn't stop pestering about it being whether a girl or a boy.

"What do you think? A boy or a girl?"

I laughed despite how annoyed I was by the repeated question. "How should I know? Men are so impatient. I'm a doctor, not god."

"You know that I love you, right?" he said.

I smiled at him. "Of course I do. If not, why did we marry?"

Nothing happened the way I wanted to. I thought I found happiness. But then the accident came and it all slipped away. John and I were hit by a carriage. We were taken to a hospital. I survived the accident. Unfortunately, John was not so lucky.

"Your husband died instantly," the doctor said while I was still mourning on the hospital bed, "In order to save your life, we were forced to remove your uterus and your unborn child."

Everything fell apart. I lost the man I loved along with the child I loved so dearly before it was even born. However, I tried to maintain strong for I still had my sister, her husband and her two boys I grew to love as if they were my own. She and her children came to visit me frequently. Ciel always sat on my lap to embrace me despite how much it hurt. The little one held my hand instead for he knew that I was in a lot of pain. He may have been small and frail but he was no fool. Rachel insisted for me to go to the boys' 10th birthday party. It would have also been a celebration of my recovery. I didn't want to go for I was still grieving over the deaths of my husband and unborn child. But how could I say no to my dear nephews?

I arrived at the home but the carriage abruptly stopped. When I stepped out, I saw the most horrific sight. The stain spread. It covered everything. The colour red I hated so much. The fire consumed the entire Phantomhive Manor along with my sister and her beloved husband and children. Rachel was buried with her husband but her two wonderful boys were never found. If only my heart had been buried along with them.

I tried to move on with my life for I was convinced that my nephews were dead. Unfortunately, I could not move on when I was constantly reminded by vermin of my past.

"Honestly, a child would only be in the way." One of my patients was a prostitute. Martha Tabram. Oh how I hated that whore. "I don't know who the father is and my customers wouldn't like a child running around."

I asked Miss Tabram to reconsider but she insisted on the abortion. She thought the child she had was a burden that needed to be removed before it could grow. As I washed the blood from my hands after the surgery, I let my raged seethe. What wrongs have I committed? Why was I the only one cursed with this unfortunate fate? I lost everything. That woman had what I wanted most. What I would never get a chance to have again. And she threw it away without a second thought. And that shattered me.

I went to visit her a week later. She was standing outside her home, waving goodbye to one of her customers. I wanted to stain her as well.

"Oh hello, you're that doctor," she said and her eyes widened in horror when she saw the knife in my hands. "What are you doing? No wait!"

I sliced her throat open. I decided to stain everything red with my own hands. There were many things I felt that day. Anger. Fear. Shock. But mostly anger.

And then I met Grell, my blood red Shinigami. My Grim Reaper.

"My, my. That was quite the show," he said. I saw him standing on top of the roof with that odd contraption in his hands, grinning down at me with those frightful teeth of his. But even with his terrifying appearance, I felt I could trust him. "What a mess you've done. You've made my job a lot easier." He came down from the roof to meet me. I was simply frozen from shock. "I can understand your feelings, dear. It's only fair for whores like them to die."

He held me in his arms like my mother used to do with me and my sister, to comfort us when we were sad.

"I too want a child," he said, "but I cannot have that wish fulfilled for I am a man. Don't worry, I will help you."

And that he did.

I cut away my hair that was stained with blood.

Several months later, I received that one of the Phantomhive boys was still alive. My nephew Ciel. I rushed to the mansion I thought was in ruins but was surprisingly completely intact as if the fire never happened. As if it were repaired by magic.

I found Ciel in the parlour, seated near the fireplace with a sheet over his shoulders, his feet dirty and bloody, bandages over the right eye he lost and next to him, stood a butler dressed in black.

"Ciel, is that really you?" I asked as I approached him. I took one good look at him and I knew it was him. At least I thought it was him. Tearfully, I held him in my arms. But I knew that something was not right. Something terribly happened to him during those several as grew stiff and began to shake when I embraced him. Something terrible happened to him and his brother. If only I was there to keep them both safe. Even when I asked him what happened to him and his brother during those months, he refused to tell me anything. He was too frightened.

I did not mind though. As long as my nephew came home safe, that was enough for me. But something still bothered me. If this child could come back, and why couldn't my husband and child return? Why couldn't Vincent return along with my sister? Why didn't Vincent marry me instead? Why did God become cruel with me?

I finally decided that I would right all the wrongs I've dealt and care for my nephew as much as I can.

"How beautiful you were, Madam, covered in your victims' blood. I loved you so much," Grell says as he removes his black coat and tosses it aside.

Ciel looks up at Grell with rage in his eyes. "You..." he snarls as he stands on his feet. "You BASTARD!"

He nearly lunges at Grell, only to be grabbed around the waist and pulled back by Mey-Rin. He struggles against her hold, thrashing and kicked viciously. "Let me go! Let me go!"

"What a disappointment you turned out to be," Grell says as he approaches Madam Red's dead body. He lifts her body and removes the red coat from her before slipping it on himself. "You don't have what it takes to wear red. Your cheap melodrama ends now. It's over, Madam Red."

He looks at Mey-Rin and the boy. He can see the pain and sadness in the young maid's eyes as well as anger and hatred in the brat's eyes. Oh how much he loved her and Madam Red. He knows that Mey-Rin will never forgive him for this, which is why he finds it best to just leave. "Goodbye."

"I said get off me, Mey-Rin!" Ciel snaps as he pushes her back roughly. Mey-Rin takes a step back and stares at him as he kneels next to his aunt's body. He brushes his fingers through her red hair. "Aunt Ann." He then looks at Sebastian with a venomous glare who's still holding the bloody socket where his arm used to be. "What are you standing around for? I thought I told you to put an end to Jack the Ripper and he's still standing there."

Grell stops in his tracks upon hearing this.

"I gave you an order...Kill him!"

Sebastian smirks. "Certainly, my lord."

"Hmm. I was going to let you live," Grell says, "Professional courtesy and all. But if you insist. I'll send you and the boy to heaven together..."

Grell turns around, swinging his chainsaw to strike the boy , only for the blade to almost hit Mey-Rin's face. She stands between him and the boy, aiming a gun at him with tears in her glaring eyes. "No," she says.

"Move, Mey-Rin, or you will end up like the boy's aunt."

"He's my master," she says, "I swore to protect him, even at the cost of my life. So no."

"If that's what you wish," he says. He swinging the death scythe at Mey-Rin but the blade is caught in Sebastian's hand.

"You should be a lot quicker than that," Sebastian says with his eyes glowing red again. Mey-Rin returns to Ciel's side to guard him. Grell simply stares at him in complete shock. "You hesitated. As for heaven. Clearly, you must have been joking. I know nothing of heaven."

He kicks his leg at Grell but the red shinigami leans his head back. Grell grabs the leg and throws Sebastian to the wall.

"You'd hit a lady in the face!?" he snaps in outrage.

"Sorry, miss, but you are no lady. You are in fact a monster."

"You really think you can kill me," Grell laughs. "Have you forgotten that I'm more powerful than you?"

Sebastian chuckles as a response. "Certainly. You see, if my master orders me to win, then that is what I will do."

"You really care for that little brat." He looks Mey-Rin before looking back at Sebastian. "Demon or not, you will still be destroyed by my death scythe. Aren't you afraid?"

"Not at all, I belong to my master. My soul and my body down to the last hair. The contract remains. I follow his every order, and that's what it means to be a butler."

Grell growls viciously and charges at Sebastian. He swings the death scythe at him once more but Sebastian backflips. He turns and swings another kick at Grell but the shinigami jumps high on the roof of a nearby building. He grins down at the three individuals down below. He turns his attention to Sebastian and gestures him to come closer with a wave of his hand.

Expression turning dark, Sebastian jumps onto the roof as well, leaving Mey-Rin to guard Ciel. Here they are. Demon and shinigami. Standing on the rooftop in the pale moonlight. Grell's smile widens. "I'm guessing we'll never resolve this. These feelings that we have are forbidden, like Romeo and Juliet. Oh I can already imagine ourselves kissing and caressing each other before our tragic death."

"Will you continue talking or will shut up and fight?" Sebastian growls in annoyance.

"Oh how cruelly you treat me. If you deny your master, I know we can be happy together."

Sebastian smirks, finding these words to be nothing more than a joke. "The moment the master utter my new name, the word became our solemn contract. I was once again baptized as his and his alone. By that day, I was Sebastian and will be so until the very end."

"What a beautiful tyrant you are." He attacks Sebastian once more, lashing the roaring blade at the demon butler.

The moment Grell stabs the death scythe into the shingled roof, Sebastian steps on the blade to keep it from being pulled out. Grell grins again. Bitch please.

"Oh Bassy, my love, if only cruel morning would never come. Then the two of us can go on like this forever. Our love permanently lit by the moon's seductive glow," he says, "But no, I'm afraid our adventure ends here." He winks before bashing his head against Sebastian's. The demon butler staggers back disoriented. This gives Grell the opportunity to pull his death scythe from the shingle. "Now shall we depart with a passionate kiss? No? Then goodnight, my love, a thousand times goodnight."

He slashes Sebastian's chest with the death scythe. Sebastian falls back on his ass and looks at the bloody gash.

"Surely your cinematic records will be far more interesting than any human's," Grell says.

Sebastian presses his hand to his chest to keep his cinematic record to come out as he struggles to get back on his feet. "I sincerely doubt that. The only thing you'd be seeing are the daily chores of been doing for the past three years. Even if you reach the core of my beginning, I will never allow you to see it."

Grell charges at Sebastian again but the demon butler flips over the shinigami's shoulder and kicks him in the lower back. Sebastian let out a sighs as he looks down at his tattered and bloody attire. "My clothes are ruined again. How irritating. But it can't be helped, unfortunately."

"Huh, you must be awfully confident to worry about your clothes. Of course, I always appreciate a sharp-looking man," Grell says.

Again, Sebastian sighs in disappointment as he removes his black coat. "There is one last technique I did not want to use but it seem that I have no other choice."

"So, are you going to fight me seriously this time?" Grell says after finally having enough of silly games. Though he wouldn't mind playing with the handsome demon a little while longer. "Shall I descend the curtain down for the finale. I shall miss you terribly. But perhaps we'll meet again. Farewell."

The two charge at each other. Grell swings his death scythe at Sebastian one more time. He misses. The demon leans back as the blade glides over him. The is a ripping sound though. The blade must have made contact with flesh. However, something happens that makes Grell's green eyes grow wide. His death scythe stops rotating. What happened? When he looks down, he sees Sebastian's jacket wedged between the blade and the motor.

"What the fuck!?" he screams.

"That was my finest tailcoat. It was made on the highest quality of Yorkshire wool," Sebastian explains, "It's a very tricky fabric. Once it's caught in something, it becomes very difficult to remove."

"You son of a bitch!" Grell yells as he tries to pull the tailcoat from his death scythe but it's stuck pretty well tight.

"I acquired that coat at the manor and didn't want to waste it on this. However..." Grell looks over his shoulder with wide eyes to see Sebastian approaching him with eyes glowing their blood red hue. "You've already ruined it."

"No please, just one request," he begs, "...Not the face."

Sebastian ignores this request and punches Grell in the face. He strikes the shinigami multiple times in the face, kicking and punching him. He gives him one last punch before kicking him in the stomach, causing Grell to fall off the roof and land harshly on the ground. He almost landed on Ciel but Mey-Rin pulls him aside.

Sebastian jumps off the roof and lands gracefully on the cobblestone ground.

"Forgive me for not measuring the distance, master," Sebastian says with a bow.

"You're a bloody idiot," Ciel growls angrily.

"Don't worry. I shall take care of this momentarily," he says. He grabs the handle of the death scythe and detaches it from the ground. "I supposed one can't kill a shinigami with bare fists. I'll try this instead. His special death scythe. I hear that death gods' death scythes can cut through anything. In other words, shinigamis are no expection." He rips off the tailcoat from the motor. "There, that should do it. Now, it's time to end this once and for all."

Grell stares fearfully at Sebastian. He glimpses at Mey-Rin who also looks terrified but she's not the one who's about to get hacked by his own death scythe. He tries to crawl away but Sebastian stamps his foot on his lower spine. Grell cries out in pain. Mey-Rin gasps and covers her mouth. "Despite not liking being kicked myself, I do enjoy kicking others."

"Stop! Stop, it hurts!" he begs and reaches out his hand towards the young maid though she's out of reach. "Please, I'm sorry."

"Look away, Mey-Rin," Ciel commands and the young maid averts her eyes as told.

"Sorry for the interruption." Everyone looks up in surprise and they see another man standing on the rooftop. A tall man with short, neatly-combed dark brown hair, and wearing a black suit and rectangular glasses. There's no doubt in Mey-Rin's mind that this man is another shinigami because of the bright green eyes. And his death scythe is...a pruner? "But I'm afraid you have something that belongs to me."

"Will?" Grell says, his eyes widening in surprise and then sighs in relief, "Oh, Will, you've come to save me -."

Before Grell finishes the sentence, the shinigami called Will jumps off the roof and lands on Grell's back, making the red death god cry out. He retrieves the pruner from the ground and bows to Sebastian. "Let me introduce myself. My name is William T. Spears of the Dispatch Management Division of the Death Gods. However, you may call it the Grim Reaper Society to make it easier. I am here to retrieve a certain death god." He says this while glaring down at Grell.

Mey-Rin remains staring in confusion as the death god William T. Spears retrieves a brown leather-bound book from his coat and reads out load. "Dispatch member Grell Sutcliff, you are being taken into custody for violation of several regulations. First, you killed people that were not on the TO DIE LIST. And finally, you used a death scythe that was modified without authorization or proper procedures." He bows to Sebastian once. Mey-Rin sees that this man shows no type of emotion whatsoever. "I apologize for the trouble this wretched shinigami has caused. Here. Please accept my card." He takes out a card from his coat with the pruner and offers it to Sebastian. He hesitates at first but eventually takes the card from the neutral shinigami.

William straightens up and pushes back his glasses with the pruner before letting out a deep sigh. "Honestly, I never thought I'd have to bow my head to demon scum like you. It's aggravating and a disgrace to all death gods."

Sebastian huffs at the comment and tosses the card away. "Then perhaps you should keep a better eye on your minions so they won't trouble us. Humans are so easily tempted. They will do anything in great utter despair. They will grasp at any thread that will help them that promises to save them from unhappiness, no matter the consequences. You should know that by now."

"How hypocritical you are, considering that you demons capitalize on that more often than we do. However, you seem to be a tamed dog at the moment," William says. This makes Sebastian narrow his eyes. "That makes you far less dangerous than the rabid mongrels running around free." He bends down and grabs Grell by his long red hair. "Come, Grell. You're already in enough trouble as it. You will return to the Dispatch where you will trialed for the violations you've committed."

He then turns his attention Mey-Rin who remains staring back. The shinigami narrows his eyes and looks through his book once more before looking back at her. "You," he points. Mey-Rin's eyes widen and she takes a step back. "Come here, girl."

When Mey-Rin refuses to approach him, William starts walking towards her. However, he is stopped by Grell who grabs him by the leg. "No, Will! Leave her!"

William responds by kicking Grell in the face. "I will not have more interference -." He doesn't finish talking when he is throw at with Grell death scythe. He catches the death scythe in his hands and turns to glare at the smiling butler. Mey-Rin takes this as opportunity to make a run for it and disappears through an alley.

"I suppose you wanted that back," Sebastian says.

When William returns his attention to Mey-Rin, she was already gone. He glares back at Sebastian. "Yes, thank you."

After Grell is dragged away by the other shinigami, Sebastian tends to the young lord since Mey-Rin ran off to god-knows-where. He feels it was for the bed. She's not needed here anyways. She is simply a nuisance. If he had to guess where she ran off to, he suspects she returned to the townhouse, the closest place she knows she'll be safe.

He sees the young boy still kneeled next to his aunt's body, looking limp and his eye hollow.

"Forgive my lord, I let Jack the Ripper escape," he apologizes.

"It's fine," Ciel says, "And Mey-Rin?"

"She ran off," he explains, "It seems that Mr. Spears was going to kill her. I think leaving was the best decision she ever made."

"We should find her then. The streets are too dangerous for her to be out there on her."

Sebastian places his hand on the young master's cheek. "You're cold," he says before standing up straight, "Come. A nice cup of tea will warm you right up. If I'm correct, Mey-Rin ran back to the townhouse."

Ciel nods in agreement. "Yes, I suppose a cup of tea will be nice."

Ciel stands up from the ground. They will leave the body here on the ground. Sebastian knows that it wouldn't be wise to take Madam Red's body with them. Scotland Yard and others will ask questions. It's best to let them assume that Madam Red became one of Jack the Ripper's unfortunate victims. Scotland Yard will find the bodies of both her and Mary Jane Kelly, then they will call the young master to report him of his aunt's death. Sebastian wonders how the young master will perform once he gets the call.

Ciel stumbles back, nearly falling to the ground. Sebastian puts his arm around the boy's waist to steady him, only for Ciel to smack arm away and push him away angrily. "Get off me! Don't touch me!"

Sebastian stares at him in completely shock. He has not acted that way since the day he met the little brat.

He watches him finally calm down but does not dare to look at the demon butler. "I'm fine. I'm...I'm just tired."

Mey-Rin returns to the townhouse where she knows she'll be safe from all the madness that has happened. She enters through the backdoor of the kitchen and hurries upstairs to the washroom. In the bathroom, she turns the faucet of the bathtub and lets the water fill up for a few minutes. Sobbing and gasping profusely, she kicks off her boots and nearly tears at her coat and maid uniform (that are still drenched and sticky in Mary's blood) as she removes them from her body until she now stands completely naked. She looks at herself in the mirror. Her eyes are shadowy and hollow while her face is pale as a ghost. Her hand touches the exit wound where Madam Red stabbed her, and hisses in pain. Tears continue streaming down her cheeks that are also stained in blood. She unravels the braid Grell did to her and ties her back in a bun.

She gets into the bathtub once its filled up near the brim, sinking into the comfort of hot water. She can't stop crying as she scrubs off the blood from her face, neck, stomach and small chest. The water turns red with Mary's blood as well as her own.

I failed him. I failed the young master. This is all my fault. Madam Red and Mary are dead and I didn't do anything to stop it.

She throws the sponge away as it is now stained with blood. "Fuck!" she screams.

After washing the blood from her body, she gets out of the bathtub and empties it, watching the bloody water go down the drain. She dries herself off and wraps bandages around her chest to seal her wound. She knows that it needs stitches but she is not doctor to stitch the wound up herself.

Once she has herself bandaged, she wraps herself in a towel and walks back to her bedroom room. She locks the door and dresses up in her nightgown. She went to bed, hiding under the green comforter, wrapping herself around with it like a caterpillar. She feels safe now. She knows the master is safe. He's with Sebastian. He doesn't need her.

She remains looking at the ceiling as she cannot sleep. Her thoughts of Grell, Madam Red and the prostitutes' deaths swarm around her head like angry wasps. She also listens to any sign of Ciel and Sebastian returning to the townhouse. The sound of their footsteps perhaps. Or maybe the door slamming. She knows that Ciel will show signs of anger once he arrives. Will he be angry at her for underestimating Jack the Ripper? Will she get fired or killed by Sebastian as promised?

More tears fall from her eyes and silently sobs until she falls asleep.

Undertaker works on his latest victim, a young man who had an unfortunate accident with a carriage. The wheel crushed the poor unfortunate soul's skull and took Undertaker hours to put it back into shape. What a difficult task it turned out to be. However, he enjoy challenges and puzzles.

He was adjusting a white carnation flower on the man's black suit when he suddenly hears a knock on the door. It's late. He already sent his assistant home. Who could be knocking on the door at this late hour?

Undertaker washes his hands before opening the door. Scotland Yard's commissioner Arthur Randall and detective Frederick Abberline are standing outside in the rain.

"I'm rather busy tonight with another guest, I'm afraid. Let me guess, another Jack the Ripper victim?" he asks with his usual grin as he steps into the rain to meet them.

"These are the last victims," Commissioner Randall says gruffly, "Jack the Ripper has finally been caught. You don't have to worry about burying prostitutes anymore."

"Hehehe. For the moment, that is," Undertaker says, "Let's see what you two have for me."

The commissioner and the detective lead the mortician to the cart where the body of Mary Kelly lies nearly mutilated there and covered by a white sheet. Undertaker's smile falls. Mary Kelly is not the only victim he sees on the cart.

"That's Madam Red, isn't it?" he asks.

"The poor doctor was caught in the middle of it all," the commissioner says.

"Does the Lord Phantomhive know?"

"Indeed he does. He wants both of them to have a proper burial in less than two days," Detective Abberline says, "Do you think you can have them ready by then?"

Undertaker looks over at Madam Red for a moment before saying yes to Scotland Yard. He would have the bodies ready in less than two days. So you finally left us, Madam Red, especially when your nephew needed you the most. Goddamn it.

Mey-Rin's eyes flutter open when she feels a hand gently pet her head. She gasps and sits up when she sees Ciel sitting next to her bed. Next to him, there's a tray containing Sevres china full of scones, green grapes and boiled eggs.

"We've searched for you," Ciel says as he pours tea into one of the cups, "Sebastian said you'd be here."

"Forgive me, my lord," she apologizes, looking down in shame, "I shouldn't have left your side. I should have stayed. I panicked."

"It's a good thing you did," he says, "That reaper with the pruner would have killed you. I don't know why he intended to kill you but he was going to."

She remembers. She didn't know what that William T. Spears man was going to do with her but knew it wasn't to shake her hand. Grell grabbed his leg, stopping him from reaching her. After everything that happened, why did Grell tried to stop William from killing her? Wasn't he going to kill her before? "...Grell stopped him, my lo-."

"I don't want to hear about him right now," he snaps irritably, "I don't want to listen to his name. Do you understand me?" Knowing that he's being serious, she nods his head. She knows that he's not in the mood to talk about Grell. "Are you all right?" he suddenly asks, his mood shifting to a more calm yet cold tone. "How are you feeling?"

Mey-Rin sighs. She cannot lie to him. He and Sebastian will see it eventually. She unbuttons the front of her nightgown to show him her bandaged chest that has a large spot of blood bloomed in the middle.

Ciel sighs. "I'll have Sebastian fix that for you."

"I'm all right, my lord. It will heal -."

"I'm not asking you, Mey-Rin," he says sternly.

"...Yes, my lord," she says quietly.

"Sebastian made us some tea." He places the teacup on the nightstand as well as plate with eggs and grapes. "You need your strength."

Mey-Rin hesitates for moment but eventually gives in as her stomach starts growling. She takes the plate in her hands and takes a bite on one of the green grapes. It tastes...like nothing. It does not taste like grapes. It just tastes like plain water and cloth. She pretends to make it taste good by smiling at the young lord. She hasn't been able to taste anything for many days after waking up from her coma. No matter how much Sebastian tried to make the food taste good, she can't taste anything. Why? What's wrong with her?

"I'm sorry," she says.

Ciel stares at her blankly for a moment before responding. "For what?"

"I failed you. Madam Red and Mary Kelly are dead because of me. It's my fault."

Ciel shakes his head in denial. "No. It's my fault," he says "I was too focused on catching Jack the Ripper that I forgot that your life and that of Mary Kelly's was in danger. I shouldn't have sent you out there on your own."

"I sent myself out there," she clarifies.

"Only because you knew that I needed to catch him as soon as possible. You were willing to risk your life to help me catch the Ripper and I allowed you. I used you as bait. It seems that we were both foolish."

She didn't like the young lord blaming himself for his aunt's death. The way he looked. The way he had his aunt on his lap, trying to get her to stay with him to no avail. She was gone and Ciel was pissed off. He even tried to lunge at Grell and got pissed when Mey-Rin held him back. She knew that Grell would kill him if he tried to attack him. Yes, he would be pissed off at her for it but she promised to keep him safe.

"I reported to the Queen and Scotland Yard that Jack the Ripper killed Mary Kelly and Madam Red but were able to stop him once and for all. There will be no more butchered prostitutes on the streets. But you will not tell Scotland Yard of what you've seen. You were never there. You don't know anything. There was no second Jack the Ripper. There was only one. There was no death god, only a deranged lunatic. Do you understand me?" he asks. When Mey-Rin doesn't respond, his tone becomes more harsh and stern. "I said, do you understand me, Mey-Rin?"

She nods in agreement. She understands. "Can I ask you something, my lord?"

"What is it?"

As much as he doesn't like Grell being mentioned, she can't help but bring it up. "Is it true what Grell and that other reaper said?" she asks with a trembling voice, "Is Sebastian a demon? As in, an actual demon from hell?"

Ciel remains silent for a moment "...You already know the answer to that, Mey-Rin."

It made sense now. The sharp teeth, the dark shadows, his incredible speed, the red eyes and the pentagram on the young master's right eye. For a second, she thought Sebastian was a vampire or something of the sort. But she never thought demon and that the pentagram on the master's eye was some sort of anomaly.

"And you made a contract with him?" she asks. "You sold your soul to him? Why?"

Ciel scoffs at the comment like a bad joke. "You know why," he says. It hits her all at once. His parents. He's doing it for them.

"Do yourself a favour. Don't try to change my mind. Don't get in his way. He hates it. And he'll kill you," he warns her, "Trust me, Mey-Rin. Leave it be."

Her eyes fill up with tears again. Ciel looks away. He will not pay attention to tears so he won't cry himself. He stands up from his chair. "Get some rest." He then leaves the room.

She places her hand over her hands and mouth as she begins to cry once more. Oh my God.

End of the Ripper (Part...Fuck it, I lost count)