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The mare stared at him, curious as to why he would ask anything of her.

"Ich bin Grell Sutcliff 1)," he uttered to her.

He went to her side and stroked her shoulder though he stayed close to her cheek, close enough so that she could hear him when he spoke. He didn't want to risk anyone hearing him or finding him talking to an animal, it would be a bit unusual. His bare hand went through her thin, summer coat, she was already warm from the heat.

I have none...the Master Child does not give me one...

Grell thought for a minute, then decided to call her something that would give her another fleeting significance to his life. "Angelina, I'll call you that."

Such a pretty name...

"It is," he agreed with her. "Now, have you known Sebastian for a long time?"

She stood by him, flicking her tail to be rid of the flies; her head immediately went into the barrel to eat the fodder. Even though she had her head tucked away, he could still understand her without her lips needing to make a physical sound. It was more of a feeling Shinigami can pick up on rather than verbal expressions, while animals can speak through their heats, Shinigami have to speak through their mouths.

For a while, I have been stationed here in this camp for about two years...we arrived in the summer. I was stolen, with my brother in the stall across from me, from a farm after it had been ransacked by the People...the People with the Red and Black Marks on their Shoulders; our last owner was murdered and in the midst of the confusion...Master Sebastian took us...

"So you never had military experience then," he deducted.

Of course I do, I had been pressed and branded to work ...though my brother and I are under the ownership of Master Sebastian. We are trained, just to assure you, and I have been on walks around the camp for the People in Black and White.

He thought for a moment of her words. "I must ask you now...do you know of any other Shinigami besides me? Do you know if there are any here?"

She brought her head up and then walked away, going for her window and peeking out. Feeling it was a silent cue, he followed her and was at her side, looking out the window as well to see the Barracks. Outside he could see drills and several soldiers marching in time, preparing themselves to stay in formation. The mare snorted once more.

There were a few...some would come by here once in a while to ride us, sometimes to talk to us, but more of these demons, they came and the Shinigami suddenly vanished. Though there was one, one before you, that stayed the longest...

"What was his name?"

Harvey, though I hear whispers from the birds that chatter above me, they used to speak of his name before you came.

Grell felt that he was ever so close to the truth, even though it could have been a single meeting, he knew that the horse had what he needed, or at least a piece. He pressed her gently with words,"So what do the birds say?"

He was often found harvesting souls near the Polish prisoners, though he regularly moved between sections...I suggest that you find the birds, they will know; however, sadly, once the Fall comes in they will be going elsewhere-

A sign of two people struggling came out of nowhere.

Oh no, he's here again...

Grell was tempted to look, quickly drawing his gun but the mare quickly withdrew her head from the window and shoved her body in Grell, forcing him against the stall door. She brayed and he was about to aim his gun at her, though she stomped her foot, startling him.

Stay as you are...

The booming voice of a man was heard, it was followed by what sounded to be a girl whimpering. A few thuds more told the pair that the struggle was being dragged into the next empty stall over, whatever was going on was happening next door. The sliding door opened and then slammed shut, Grell's heart hammered in his throat; this was the typical scene of rape, one of which he had seen before and one he hated to witness, even though it was only by ear.

Don't-

"Shut up, you're just an animal," he hissed.

A muffled scream came out, Grell felt dread as he heard some clothes tear apart and the grunt of a man preparing to do what he can, to take advantage of the defenseless girl.

He wanted to cry with the girl, he heard her sobbing and the man groaning in delight. He tried to shut out the noise but his instincts came to play, he had to make it stop. In a fit of rage, he drew open the sliding door to the black mare's stall, when the gate rolled to the steel frame it caused a hammering sound that frightened the animals of the stables and ended the racket next door.

Cocking his gun, for he took it out of its holster, he stormed into the other, using his free hand to edge the rolling door to the side with enough force to bring another deafening thud! and send the soldier off of the girl he had taken with him.

"Kommen Sie das fickt von ihr weg!" 2) Grell roared, eyes wide. He pointed the gun at the soldier, who (much to his fury) turned out to be Doctor Hiro, and prepared to threaten him. His knowledge of a gun was poor but it was enough to send the assailant into a frenzy in the shavings of the stall, he scrambled out, fearful of being caught. Grell paid no mind to the youth and turned his attention to the girl.

Much to his horror, it was the little Romanian girl from the laboratory.

Dress torn and eyes wide, though he knew she couldn't see, she was in tears. Her hands were grasping at the wooden shavings on the ground, knowing that the man had been sent away; she managed to get to her knees, as she was laying on her back, and crawl. She tried to crawl to the door but she was met by the wall.

Grell watched her, sympathizing her, but was still in shock. Now he learned why she had been tucked far into the basement, far out of reach of no one. It was Hiro's toy, a personal toy, one where he used to keep himself satisfied. It was disgusting how the eccentric man was a pig, Grell wanted to vomit at the thought of the perverted bastard. He tried to erase the image of the sight, but he was thankful that he rescued the girl in enough time to prevent anything worse.

"That son of a bitch," Grell uttered, putting the gun away. He approached her by getting down to his knees; her hands went out to fumble with his buttons, she then reached to his face and, upon recognizing the touch, she embraced him tightly, sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder. He tried to calm her as he picked her up and carried her, thinking of where to hide her.

I have to deal with this all over again...

It was getting familiar, this scene playing before him but he forcibly shoved it out of his mind, uncaring for visiting a shadow of his past. He prepared to run but the sound of the mare came to him.

You can't be seen with her...

He looked over at her stall and remembered that he left the door open, he struggled but managed to close the door while saying,"Where should I hide her?"

"With me. Now put my prey down."

The English came from above, in the rafters of the stable. Grell looked up and saw Ciel, dressed in his dirtied clothes, sitting on the wooden beams like it was a place to perch himself upon. It struck him that Ciel had been watching the scene and placed no effort into helping the girl, it was typical of the boy but what concerned him the most was if he had been listening on Grell's half of the conversation with the mare.

He tried to hide his emotion from the astonishing discovery of finding Ciel, he growled,"What right do you have to call her prey? Don't tell me she signed a contract with you!"

"Alright then, I did not sign a contract with her but she did agree to a contract with me." He casually leaped down and stood before Grell, a pleasant smile upon his face. "Blind as she is, I find it much more appealing for a soul to be more innocent to things that they cannot see but know that they are severely pained from. Now, if you will let me, her contract is up-"

"What was your deal with her?" Grell quickly inquired, he was not planning on giving her up so easily.

Ciel sighed at the question, though he answered,"My contract to her was that she would be rescued from the pain that the man, Doctor Hiro, would put her through. Sebastian reported to me that you were here and, as I believe you have a bit of humanistic traits, it would be natural that I came to witness your...heroic act of safeguarding the girl. I say, children are rather naive to the way a contract works."

He held the girl tighter to himself, cradling her in his arms, as he pointed out,"You were a child when you were under Sebastian before. Here you stand-"

"She never specified in what way her rescue would come to be." He approached to stroke her hair. "And I never told her that I am supposed to be obligated to protect her, I just made the offer of it happening."

Grell glared at him.

He let her suffer and he watched...

"Indirectly, I did rescue her through you; you see, I ordered Sebastian to take you here since I knew that the Doctor would be having his weekly satisfaction here. Once you were at the designated spot, Sebastian came back to notify me of your arrival so I can be here. Upon counting on your conscience and empathy towards humans, naturally you, Grell, would come out of hiding save her. Since you saved her, and I was the one who caused it, I now get to consumer her soul."

It was just a small game, Ciel devised it and it was successful. He wanted to kill the demon boy before him but it would bring Sebastian's wrath upon him. Grell looked down at the girl as she wept into his shoulder, refusing to let go. The bright lighting caused her hair to stand out more than it did underground, he was in awe by the redness but then Ciel's hand went from the strands to her face.

"Please, let her down, I am starving-"

"I won't let you," Grell snarled viciously. He backed away from Ciel but, to his utter disbelief, he walked straight into someone. He turned and, with eyes wide, found the person to be Sebastian. Those eyes, suddenly a violent purple, bore into him as if they were commanding for Grell to put the girl down; and Grell placed her down to the ground, the worse was that he was willing to do so. "Sebastian..."

"It is rather rude to disturb my Master's meal." His hands went to Grell's arms, his own arms hooked them around the crook of Grell's elbows and proceeded to drag him a good distance. As this was happening, Grell began to kick and scream, the horses around him watched and began to whine as well; he watched as the boy leaned down and straddled the girl, preventing her from getting up and fleeing.

He heard her scream and he couldn't help it anymore, he averted his eyes as he wrestled with Sebastian.

"Let me go, you wretched creature!"

It was cruelty, torture, and Grell was reminded once more how these two, Ciel and Sebastian, were demons through and through.

"We will give you two choices, Grell Sutcilff," he heard Sebastian hiss into his ear as they rounded a corner and away from the sight,"you can take the pass card that I have prepared for you so that you can leave Birkenau, or rather all of Auschwitz for the matter, and report back to your headquarters that you had been unable to find what you were sent for here. Perhaps you may be compelled to give them a warning to never send someone down here once again...or you can stay here and bare witness to our haven while you stick to your duties as a Shinigami, though this choice can be based on your morality."

"But I-"

Sebatian chuckled,"Grell, you spoke to that beast in the stall did you not? While I only speak to the birds in particular, I'm sure that you learned that you are the only Shinigami in the nest of demons."

A/N: Well then...Grell sure is screwed!

1) I am Grell Sutcliff
2) Get the fuck away from her!

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