Posted on: 8-14-17 At 7:00 AM (USA CST; GMT: -6:00)
A /N:
A question!: should I merge chapter 1 with this? I wanted to get this ALL done in this chapter- but it seems kinda iff balance.
Despite how it may seem for over 6500 words, Mey-Rin WILL end up with Sebastian. But, being an adult in the 1800's, its not unlikely that she MIGHT have had at least one other relationship before coming to be a maid. That said... There's not really much else to put here, aside from the warnings directly below, and this comment:
Yes. Mey-Rin is a demi-demon in this story. And, as you'll see, she and "daddy" have a unique bond, as well. One she would love to use for target practice.
Added note:
That'll teach me to write about creepy dogs, then take my trash out at 10 pm when a flashlight creates shadows that aren't there and which appear to be moving.
Warnings:
Its dark. To me, it has a similar feel to the manga.
1) It's over 7900 words, without the Author's note.
2) Guns & Violence.
3) ATTEMPTED Molestation/Rape.
4) Things similar to what Ciel found at that lord's manor, with those tortured children. During the Black Circus Arc (Though, I think it's to a lesser degree, here, than there. And only suggested of murder for the sake of science)
5) Mistreatment of children in various ways suggested throughout (but I'm trying to stick to how children on the streets in this era were treated).
6) Sebastian first shows up at the end of this chapter. I used the dialogue from the episode #21 of season 1, for when he finally finds and recruits Mey-Rin... I added some thoughts on her part. Just a few.
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Chapter #2 - The "Me" Of Then, And The "Me" Of Now: The Road To Becoming A Phantomhive Servant
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The man, Logan Ross, glared at Sara. The woman arched an eyebrow. Behind him lay the girl he met several years ago on that roof.
"Sacrificing your life for a half-dead child? Are you that desp-?"
Sara started, holding the fireplace poker threateningly.
"I am protecting her for my own reasons."
Sara snorted softly. She raised the weapon once more, and gasped as a gunshot sounded, a moment later, a hole appeared through her forehead. She crumpled to the ground dead. Logan put the gun away, in the waistband of his pants and looked at the young teen on the floor. He felt badly for her, he did. He gently picked the girl up, and took her to his home, and tended her wounds.
She sighed softly in her sleep. Finally, he sat down, and waited for her to wake up.
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When Mey-Rin finally came to, she sat up a bit too fast, and held her bandaged head.
"Careful, girl. If you move too fast with that head wound, you'll puke."
She winced, and looked around. The man that she had met when she was 8 was seated across from her. She figured he was around, maybe 21 now. He had black hair, was very good looking, and had beautiful (to her) blue eyes.
"W... Where am I? If you will...?"
"My house. That lady, Sara, if I remembered her name, correctly... I killed her. You're safe... Hey, why are you crying?!"
"I wish I had gone with you, sir, when you offered t'take me and train me!"
She wailed. He sighed, waiting for her to stop. When she finally did stop. She huddled under the blankets.
"What now? I won't bite."
He said, frowning worriedly. She looked at her hands.
"What do y'want, in return for saving me?"
"Want?"
He asked. Then he nearly choked on his words, when she stood and stripped her clothing off, standing before him naked.
"Uh... I think there's - "
She walked over and started reaching for his belt. Now he knew where she'd been for the last few months, he had been keeping an eye on the kid after the first time he saw her. Then she went into a tavern with a well dressed English lord, who offered to get her something to eat. In all likelihood, she had had to pay after, with her body. His hand snapped out, he grabbed hers, and pulled her into a tight hug, ignoring her nakedness.
"I'm so sorry, little one,"
"Huh? F-for what?"
"I just am."
He said. He should have taken her in when he met her on that roof. She wouldn't have had to sell or trade her innocence, if he had. But, was turning her onto an assassin, better than letting her sell her body at such a young age. She reminded him of his deceased little sister.
Mey-Rin stayed with Logan, he insisted. Though they never talked about him training her to kill. She tried 2 more times, to offer herself as payment for his protection. But, each time he refused, and apologized. He could tell that her spirit was somewhat broken. Desiring to do something, though, to repay him for his protection, she finally realized that there was something that she could do to help him around the apartment.
He went out every day, was gone most of the day, when he came back, he would sometimes just be tired. And other times, he might have an injury or 2. While he was out, she would clean the rooms, and when she knew he was due home, she would cook. Though, she wasn't very good at it. He ate the food with a grateful smile, and a "thank you."
Things went on like this for several years. She grew rather fond of Logan, and was happy just to be near him. A few months before her 15th birthday, though, things took another turn for her. At this time, her long red hair was braided down her back, her bangs covered her eyes (Logan had taken to calling her a redheaded sheep dog), she had the first signs of an hourglass figure. This day; just after she finished making dinner, for the day, Logan had rushed into the apartment. She looked up, and frowned. He was leaning against the front door, he was ditty and sweaty. He had a nasty wound in his right arm and was covering it part way with his left hand, as he panted for breath.
"Logan...?"
She asked softly.
"Rin, leave. Go. Out the window."
She blinked, opened her mouth to ask what was happening- but stopped when there was a sudden pounding on the door behind him. He jumped away just as the door was broken. Mey-Rin backed up, her body shaking, as a man advanced on the two.
"There you are,"
He said, a long knife held in one hand. Logan kept Mey-Rin behind him.
"Lo... Logan...?"
She said, her voice quivering, slightly.
"I'll protect you, Mey."
She bit her lip, looking at the man in front of Logan. Her eyes widened, as she realized she recognized the man. She took a step backwards, and tripped over a table. She fell backwards onto it, the man's eyes were drawn to her. They widened, and he sneered.
"So, there you are... You little whore."
Logan's eyes darted slightly to look at Mey-Rin.
"You know him?"
She whimpered, nodding slightly.
"And, just the position I like you in, too!"
The man sneered, Logan looked at her fully, and took in her position. On her back on the table, her legs (though covered by her long skirt) slightly parted, one knee up, to try and push herself off of it. She noticed her legs, and put her knee down, clamping her knee's together. Logan saw her pale, he looked at their attacker. And he felt sickened, when the other man licked his lips. He could gather what that meant.
"Leave her out of this,"
He said. The other man grinned.
"I was one of the men who broke her in, you should be grateful that she was so easy to-"
He was cut off, by Logan slamming his fist into the man's jaw as Mey-Rin started to sob. She was huddled in a ball on the table, now.
"You're sick!"
Logan shouted, as the man went flying into the broken door. When the man got up, a full blown physical fight broke out between the two men. Mey-Rin watched as they fought. Slowly, Logan's opponent was gaining the upper hand, until finally: Logan was slashed in the stomach. Several times, with a nasty curved long knife. Then he was kicked, hard in the wound area. Logan screamed in pain, and fell into a wall. He groaned as the man advanced on him. Despite her nearly mind numbing fear, Mey-Rin, got to her feet and ran over, she tried to body slam the man. But, he was to heavy for her smaller frightened frame to budge. He grabbed her by the throat. She cried out as he squeezed.
Logan, half out of it, could only watch, as she was slammed into the floor, hard. The monster of a man ripped the bodice of her dress, shoved her skirts up and started to pull her bloomers off. She was struggling, kicking until her legs were held down and wide open with her private area bared to him. She screamed, as he started undoing his pants. Logan, gasping in pain tried to get himself to move. He needed to help her.
"Let's see if he used you the way he should..."
The man said, laughing a bit as she fought against him. Desperately, she looked around as he started prying her legs further apart, she saw the knife he had slashed Logan with. Closing her eyes, as she felt his hands touching her bare chest and flipping between the folds and curls at her core, she reached for the knife.
'No, don't... Mey, I'll save you!'
Logan thought, as he saw her reach for the weapon, but with his stomach ripped open, he was weak, losing blood fast. If she killed this man... Logan wanted her to remain the girl she was... Sweet and herself... If she killed, there was no turning ba-
He watched in stunned horror, as the man exposed himself, and fought to get between her thighs. Meanwhile, she grabbed the knife with her left hand and stabbed the man in the jugular. He screamed, as the blood started flowing. Fountains if it covering her and him from his throat.
While crying, Mey-Rin shoved the knife in further, and as he tried to pull away, the knife was dragged from there, down towards his collarbone and chest. Her hand held fast (she couldn't uncurl her fingers, even if she tried, the shock had them locked in place) as the knife was brutally dragged through his flesh. He screamed, in agony.
She screamed in fear and horror, her right hand covering her eyes and mouth, as she felt the sickening drag of the blade through the man's body. Finally, he collapsed on top of the frightened girl. Dead. All she could do, was shake and sob. When Logan finally managed to get to her, he pulled her into his arms, and just held her, as she cried.
"I... I... I killed h..."
She cried, shaking violently, in his arms.
"He deserved it..."
He said as his own pain grew.
"I j... Just remembered t... The l... Last time that h- he-... Mr. Logan, it hurt so bad and he beat me while he rammed himself into me!"
"Shhhh... It's OK Mey, your safe, as long as I'm here, I'll keep you safe!"
He said. His voice was soothing, as he tightened his arms around her, despite the fact that she was covered in the man's blood. Logan felt his eyes stinging. He didn't want to even think about how young she was, when that monster had-... Logan's eyes hardened. If the bastard wasn't already dead... Well, he was lucky she had killed him, instead of Logan. If he had not been injured, and had killed him, they'd be fishing parts of him out of the River Thames for years and years, to come.
She clung to him and cried. She had let other men have her before and after this dead man. He had started it by charging money for her use. But, then she had gotten away, and when stealing didn't help her make it through the day, she would sell herself. That was all a short time before Logan had found Sara trying to kill her.
Mey-Rin didn't realize how badly Logan was injured, until a short time later. Logan's friends, Newt and Tabitha found the two, and got them out of the building. Mey-Rin fell asleep in the back of Newt's carriage.
When Mey-Rin came to, she was laying in a bed, in a quiet room. She hurt all over, and had a sinus headache from all of the crying that she had done. Taking a deep breath. She pushed herself upright, and found a pretty blond woman sleeping in a chair beside her. The woman's head rested on her folded arms, which rested on the bed. Mey-Rin knew her. She had come to the apartment a few times, to give Logan stitches, if he was injured.
"Mi.…. Miss... T-Tabitha?"
She said, her voice was rough and week, as well. The woman lifted her head, and smiled.
"Hey there RinRin."
She said, calling Mey-Rin by the teasing nickname that Newt had given her when they first met the girl. The young redhead puffed out her cheeks.
"I asked you not t'call me by tha' name, that I did!"
She said, crossing her arms. Tabitha laughed, as ruffled her bangs.
"But it's CUTE!"
"I don't care, that I don't!"
Tabitha laughed again. After a minute, Mey-Rin looked at her.
"Is Logan... I... Is he alright?"
"For the most part. Yes."
"Most part?"
"Mey-Rin... He won't be able to snipe anymore. His stomach was slashed up good. In order for a sniper to snipe, they must lay on their belly."
The younger girl sighed. How would they earn mo-
'Wait...'
"Hey, if he can't do his job, I will apprentice under him and do his job for him!"
"Its not that easy, you'll be killing pe-"
Tabitha started, but Mey-Rin gave her a deathly cold look.
"I don't care, that I don't!"
Tabitha signed heavily.
"But, Logan said that he had asked you once to b-"
"That, he did. I rejected his offer politely and now, things are different. That they are!"
Tabitha just sighed. She was starting to get a headache!
"Whatever you wish. I will get Newt to talk to you about this, Logan is still unconscious... And, anyway, he won't ever be likely t'train you properly now. Newt will have t'be the one t'train you."
She said, getting to her feet. Mey-Rin watched her leave, then she heaved a sigh from pent up nerves. She had just killed a man. Looking at her hands, which were clean of blood, she bit her lip.
'How hard can killing again, be?'
She thought. Then looked up when Logan's best friend, a slightly older man who's accent was part English, and part German, walked in. He and Tabitha had a little girl, she was 5, but, still. He saw her in Mey-Rin. He was about 7 years older than Logan. He had taught him to be a hired killer.
"Tabitha said that you want to take over Logan's jobs."
She nodded, he sighed. His eyes looking tired and sad.
"I'll teach you. But, Logan told me a while ago, that he wanted you to keep your hands clean and-"
"Their not clean, not after-..."
She interrupted. He scratched his head, and sighed.
"Alright, then. Rest up for now. In a week I will take you on a job with me... If you still insist. But, you will have to pay attention and not freeze up or get scared. Got it?"
She nodded.
"Yes'sir!"
After that, he left, and she settled back into the bed to rest.
The week went by fairly fast. Logan woke up 2 days after Mey-Rin did. She was sleeping in the bed with him, when he came to. She was on top of his blanket, snuggled close to him, her hand resting on his cheek. He smiled, and though he was stiff, he put his arm around her, he was glad she was OK. He could tell by the decor, that they were at Newt's home. So, he knew they were safe. Pulling her closer, he rested the side of his head against her own. She was really happy, when she woke up a short time later, and realized that he was awake.
When Logan found out about her agreement with Newt, though, he went somewhat ballistic. Thankfully, Tabitha had taken Mey-Rin and her child, with Newt: Sally, out to get food. So, Mey-Rin wasn't there for the argument. The girls got back a while after Logan gave up. His injuries bothering him, he'd gone back to sleep. He refused to let Mey-Rin know that he was awake. Though, after that. He pretended to be asleep, whenever she came in. When it was time for her to go with Newt, she came to see Logan, expecting him to be asleep. He was waiting for her.
"Please, don't go, Rin."
She smiled and leaned forward, to kiss him on the cheek (something she had done for a few years, now, once she had grown used to being around Logan). At the last second, though, he turned his head, and their lips met. Her eyes widened, he froze for a moment. Logan hadn't thought his actions through! Then, when she just blinked at him, not recoiling, he pulled her closer to him, a hand curving around her waist. When she whimpered in shock, he deepened the kiss. She leaned into him as his tongue entered her mouth and caressed her own. Her hands clutched at his shirt.
"Knock knock!"
They broke apart, both breathless, as they looked at Tabitha, who stood in the doorway. She had a big smile on her face.
"You look obscene, cut it out,"
Logan said, still holding the teen close to him.
"That's rude! I come here to give you your sponge bath and tell Rin something, and you call me obscene!?"
The woman said in mock hurt feelings as Mey-Rin giggled.
"It's time?"
Logan asked his friend. She nodded.
"Newt asked me t'fetch RinRin."
"You can fetch her in a minute, go stand outside, and close that door. I want to talk to Mey-Rin alone."
"That didn't look like talking- HEY! Don't throw things at me! I'm going, I'm going! I'll give you lot only a minute or so, though!"
With that, she closed the door, rubbing her head, from the hit it took from the paper weight that he had lobbed at her head. Logan muttered under his breath, but, Mey-Rin was running her finger over her lip, thinking about what had just happened, she didn't notice, until he snapped his finger in front of her face. She blinked, her reddish-hazel eyes darting back to him.
"I shouldn't have... Not without asking. I'm so-"
"Don't say your sorry. I..."
She said. Her finger was resting over his lips as she blushed, before continuing:
"I liked it..."
She said, her finger still holding him silent. He watched her for a minute, before he gently gripped her wrist, then pressed his lips into her finger, kissing it and watching her. Her eyes widened. When he finally released her hand, she was flushed, her heart was racing.
"Well... "
He said, gently pulling her into a hug.
"When you come back. No matter what time it is. Come see me. I want to be sure you come back safely."
He said softly, into her ear. She shivered, but then she nodded.
"I will, I promise."
He nodded and let her go. Watching her leave, he hoped her mind and spirit could take what she was about to see and do.
Hours Later:
Tabitha was asleep in bed, as was her daughter. Logan was out of his bed, sitting by the window, on the window seat, he was holding a small strand of prayer beads. They had belonged to his mother. He always had them with him. He always prayed before taking a life, or when he was nervous. He was watching the moon, as he waited.
Listening for any sounds around the home... He looked up when he heard the front door open and close quietly. A moment later, his door opened, and the redhead came in. He was standing to meet her, when she rushed in to hug him. He grunted from some pain at the force of the impact (it wasn't easy for him to stand, or move, with his bandaged up injuries) as she hugged him.
"Are you OK?"
He asked her, she nodded into his shirt.
"Aye."
"Why is your voice shaking...?"
She just mutely shook her head against his chest. He sighed, pulled her over to his cot gently. The two sat on it, and then he forced her to look at him. There were dried tears on her cheeks and there was a small splash of blood under her right eye, on her cheek.
"Are you hurt?"
She shook her head.
"No... I had to pull the trigger, though."
"What!? Why!?"
She could hear the anger in his voice.
"Newt was hurt. I-"
He was off the bed and out the door in minutes, despite the pain - a hand held over his stomach, as he leaned against the walls for support. When he found his friend, he was sitting in the kitchen. A bandage around his hand, blood spotting it here and there. He was drinking tea, calmly.
"She likes dogs,"
Newt said to Logan, by way of greeting.
"Huh?"
He had been all set to rip into him for endangering Mey-Rin.
"I said-"
"I heard you. What the bloody hell does that mean!"
Newt looked at him.
"There was a dog. It caught her attention. She won't tell me why, it might have been injured or something. It was a creepy little thing. RinRin was beside me, but then she wasn't. She was following the sounds the dog made. Next thing I know, she's screaming. I look, and this dog... (I swear it was possessed), it had her on her back. Its eyes were glowing a blood red, and it was about to rip her throat out. I turned the gun on it. I shot it in the shoulder, it wasn't a very large dog.
{At this point, Logan pulled out a chair and sat down. His mouth hanging open.}
The impact sent the thing flying a short distance. I thought that would chase it off, but... It looked at me, and I swear Logan, it seemed to grin... Which I know is a mad thought... Anyway, it got up, though it was dripping blood, and after looking at me with that grin, it turned BACK to Mey-Rin and went after her, again. I got between the two, used my less dominant hand to block, and I shot it in the head... It tore off my two last fingers on that hand, and a good chunk of my wrist.
Even considering where it was shot the second time, it started coming at us AGAIN. But, it stopped when Mey-Rin stood in front of me. It looked in her eyes, and seemed to become frightened of HER. A thick fog came rolling in and there was a howl, then the beast was gone. The scope on my gun had been cracked in the skirmish. She was shaking in front of me. I was bleeding all over the place, and losing more blood fast. I told her it was called off, that we were heading back. But, she tore her skirt, tightly wrapped up my hand and picked up the rifle. Then I watched her, as she went over to where I had been set up."
"Didn't you say that the scope to see distances, though, was broken?"
Logan asked him. Newt nodded.
"That I did. But, she had apparently been paying attention. She took the same pose, despite the scope being broken. She broke it off the rest o'the way, to get it out of her way. And then she took aim, ignoring my protests, and, a second later, she had shot the target in the head. He was dead before he hit the floor, from what I could tell."
Logan's eyes were wide. He had sensed that there was something unique about her eyes. But, to be able to accurately take out a target...
"I'm going to bed. I gave her the rifle. It's no use to me w'out the scope. I'll use yours until I can get a new one."
"Yeah... Sure."
Logan watched his friend head to bed. Then he got up. He headed back to his own room, slowly. He found the girl sitting on the window seat. She had been looking at his mother's prayer beads where he had left them.
"You can hold them, if you'd like."
He said softly, she looked up at him.
"No... I can't."
"'Course you can,"
He said, walking over with a hand still over his injured stomach. He picked the beads up and gently placed them in her hands, but as soon as they touched her flesh, she cried out in pain.
There was the smell of burning flesh, and she jumped back. The beads thumped to the floor as she hid her burned hands behind her skirts. She gave him a devastated look.
"Mey-R-"
She turned and ran from the room. He blinked in confusion... But, didn't go after her. He sighed and picked up his mother's beads.
The next day, Newts lover, Tabitha, threw a fit, at seeing him with only 8 fingers, instead of the 10 he came out of his mother's belly with. Mey-Rin was apologetic, but, no one seemed to hold what happened against her. Newt called the dog a demon, though, which, after seeing the way Mey-Rin's skin reacted to the touch of the beads, made Logan think harder.
The girl stayed away from Logan for the most part and didn't eat for 2 days. Tabitha finally had to start bringing her meals in to her. This went on for over 3 months. Finally, one day, Logan, now fully healed, came and knocked on her door. At first there was no answer. Then the door slowly opened. Mey-Rin looked up at him.
"Why are you avoiding us?"
He asked, she just stepped back, and let him in. He walked in with a large white book under his arm.
"Because, I realized that I must be cursed."
Her voice was lifeless. She was looking at her feet.
"How are you cursed?"
He asked. She shrugged.
"I was born on all hallows eve. I was found hours after my birth, alongside my dead mother. I was left in the pouring rain outside the gates of a church, but didn't get ill. Since then, there has been no luck around me. I hide my eyes, because they alarm people. I can see things at great distances, distances that a normal human should not be able to. I kill without feeling anything afterwards... And, I am apparently GOOD at it."
"Have you ever held a cross, or a bible?"
Startled by the question, she looked up at him.
"Not as far as I can remember."
He held out the book to her. She looked from him, to the word on it "Bible" she knew he was testing her. Reaching out, she closed her eyes, and placed her palm on the book. Immediately the smell of flesh burning started. She gasped as smoke rose from her hand. She pulled her hand back and looked at the hand-print burned into the face of the book. Her hand had been burned and was blistering. Tears came to her eyes and she collapsed onto her knees.
Logan sat the book down, and got on the floor beside her. She was muttering something:
"I'm a devil. I haveta be. I'm evil, I'm inhuman!"
He wasn't sure what to think. But, he knew that seeing her like this hurt. He had met many evil humans, and killed a lot of them, over the years. He knew what evil was. It wasn't Mey-Rin. Without asking for permission, the retired assassin, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. She struggled, but finally gave in, kissing him back as she cried harder.
After that, things went back to normal. Logan went with her and Newt on jobs. A girl of only 15 and two physically damaged assassins. At first, she would only occasionally take the kill shots. Mostly she just learned. In between, she babysat for Tabitha and Newt. Logan and Mey-Rin stayed with the couple, and took care of the house when Newt and Tabitha were out working their normal jobs.
No more rival assassins, like the one who had injured Logan that night came looking for him. However, she would occasionally see what looked like the glowing red eyes of a canine, lurking in the shadows. She never mentioned this. Or that she thought there was more than one of them. Or that they seemed to be following her. Watching. For what, she wasn't sure. On the side, in between everything else they were doing, Logan would take Mey-Rin and train her. They learned that she was just as well, with two handed gun techniques as with a single hand gun or a rifle. She was a natural at shooting. Neither of them spoke about her inability to touch holy symbols. Not to each other, and not to their friends.
When she was 17, she and Logan became lovers. She was happy. She had forgotten about her previous concern of being a demon or evil. She was even hoping that she might be able to give Logan a child someday soon. By now, she was taking jobs and going on her own to assassinate, usually, she and Newt and Logan, before he had to retire, would do research on a target. Before they agreed to do a job. They only tried to kill those who fell into the darkness of the underworld...
The night before her 18th birthday, she and Logan were in bed. That's when she voiced her thoughts to him for the first time, rather than to just Tabitha.
"A baby?"
He asked, as he hovered over her. She nodded.
"I want one, with you."
She said, touching his face. He kissed her hand.
"I like that idea."
He said softly, threading his fingers with hers and kissing her as he joined their lower bodies together.
It was around 3 am when Mey-Rin woke up. She felt strange, as if her senses were warning her of something. As she got out of bed, she looked at the man sleeping beside her. He seemed fine. She put her robe around her naked body, and quietly left the room. She brushed her hair over her shoulders, and silently walked down the hall. She didn't need any light. She felt a strong feeling that something off, there was also a faint scent that she found familiar. But she couldn't place it.
She checked Newt and Tabitha's room, they were not there. A feeling of panic started to settle in her chest. She checked Sally's room. The 8 year old was no where to be found. The redhead rushed into the sitting room. Hoping the 3 were there, and just couldn't sleep. There, she found some sort of strange candle burning.
As Mey-Rin headed back to her and Logan's room, she found a thick fog coiling aground her ankles. The fog held the same scent as the candle had. She was running by the time she burst into their bedroom. Logan was gone. The mist like fog was now at the height of the bed.
Her knees gave out and she collapsed onto the floor, panic making them too weak to hold her. She didn't know what to do. They were all gone! She started coughing from the scent. The last thing she remembered before fainting, was the sound of voices behind her.
Mey-Rin woke up strapped to a table. She was in a semi-dark room. The place smelled horrible. She looked around, while trying to break free. That's when she saw the other tables. Newt and Tabitha had been killed and cut open in something that looked like a ritual, of some sort. Logan seemed unharmed. A man was standing by the 8 year old Sally, who was asleep. At least, she hoped the child was only sleeping.
"Hey! What are you doing!?"
The young woman shouted. The man by Sally looked up, turning to Mey-Rin, she gasped. The girl had been killed like her parents, Mey-Rin looked away.
"Oh! You're awake! Good!"
Said the man. He had a surgical mask on his face.
"When I get free from here!"
She threatened, glaring at him.
"My, those are some eyes. I'll have to examine them when I dissect you."
"Dissect!?"
She struggled to free her hands.
"Yes, you see, they won't let us medical students properly study biology, not the way we need to. So, I've had to take matters into my own hands. I found that if I take people from the underworld, such as hired killers, then they won't be missed!"
"You're sick!"
"And you, my dear, will be the last. But I need you alive as long as possible while I explore."
With that, he sat a candle close to her, and light it. She soon lost consciousness, her eyes trained on Logan as her vision faded.
When she came to again, she was laying on the floor, which was ablaze. Logan had his arms around her, and she was pressed between him, the wall and the floor. He was bleeding from his mouth.
"W... What's...?"
She paled, remembering the deaths of her friends.
"Logan, are you..!?"
He looked at her and smiled.
"You'll be safe my love... Live!"
She blinked as he got up. There was a strange circle on his chest. She could see it through the torn neckline of his shirt. It was glowing a dark green. She had seen things like it before, in a book Aisling's father had collected. A magic circle. A contract circle. Those were what they were called. He stood above her, and another, taller man walked up to him.
"Thank you,"
Logan said to him.
"You'll keep your promise? You will get her out of here, to safety?"
He added.
"Yes, I swear. On my honor."
Logan smiled ruefully.
"Do demons have honor?"
At that, Mey-Rin gasped. The demon smiled, showing large fangs.
"Yes, we do."
Logan seemed to weigh that, then he nodded.
"I'm ready, better take your payment now, before I die."
The "demon" leaned in close to Logan, then she saw a fine mist leave her Lover's mouth, and enter the other man's mouth. She watched as the life drained from Logan's eyes and then he collapsed to the floor, a lifeless heap. She cried out and tried to move, tried to get to him. But the man who had just stood before Logan, bent to her, and tried to scope her into his arms.
She saw a gun lying not too far away. She grabbed it. But the strange man had her in his arms, and before she could use it, he waved his hand over her eyes.
"Sleep, Daughter."
She heard and then she was asleep, still clutching the gun to her chest, as the fire consumed the bodies of her lover, friends and their daughter. As well as what remained of the "doctor" who killed them all.
When she next woke up, she was sleeping with her head in the lap of a silver haired woman. They were in a carriage.
"W... Where am I?"
Mey-Rin asked, she couldn't remember anything other than- she raised her hand to her head. Only to clonk herself in the face with the handgun she had grabbed. Looking at the weapon, once again, she remembered. She pushed herself up.
"Logan!?"
"He is dead, my dear."
Said the woman beside her. Mey-Rin turned and as she watched, the woman morphed into the man who she was sure had killed Logan. Her eyes hardened, she jumped to the seat across from the man/woman and leveled her gun at it.
"You killed him!"
She accused. Then noticed her robe start to fall open. She kept her eyes on the it, then covered herself more completely. When she had the gun back in hand, she pointed it at his face, again. Her mind racing. Why did he calmly wait for her to attend to what was left of her modesty? What was he?
She caught something outside the window, with the corner of her eyes. She looked and nearly screamed.
Dogs. Numerous dogs of various shapes and sizes, were running alongside the carriage.
They were going so fast that the scenery was a blur, how were they moving so fast...!?
And, WERE THEIR EYES GLOWING RED!? She put both of her hands to her head.
The gun still held fast in her left hand, the cool mettle of its butt resting against her skin.
"I'm going mad! I'm sure of it. This has to be a dream! Either that, or I'm in hell!"
She said forgetting about the other occupant of the carriage. He watched her quietly. Somewhat amused.
"Before you go mad,"
He started, immediately, she had the gun on him again, her eyes wild, somewhat panicked.
"What the hell are you?!"
She growled.
"You look just like your mother, when you're angry."
That had her expression turning confused, and her hand shaking for a minute.
"Wha- don't try to distract me! How the hell would you know?! My mother was probably some whore!"
The man smiled. Mey-Rin's eyes took note of the fangs again.
"I know, my dear, because I helped your mother conceive you. And it was most enjoyable."
"You wanna get shot? You expect me to believe that you sired me?"
"I can show you, if you need visual proof..."
He said, sounding highly amused as one of his hands gripped the wrist, NOT attached to her armed hand. She yelped, and her trigger finger slipped, the gun went off, she closed her eyes, waiting for the blood splatter, but nothing. His hand still held her wrist, she opened her eyes, and found herself watching a man and women in bed, she looked away as the woman cried out in release.
"Ah, I don't want to see this!"
She shouted. But the man was behind her, he made her turn and look, and he whispered in her ear.
"This is when you were created."
The version of him grunted his release, and Mey-Rin closed her eyes. She felt sick. Next thing she knew, she was back in the carriage.
"Do you believe me no-?"
"Shut the fuck up! You want me t'shoot you again!? And, how did I miss at this distance?!"
He grinned, she paled, seeing the bullet between his teeth. He spat it out into his hand, and offered it to her.
"Would you like to reuse it?"
He asked helpfully.
"That's it! I'm out o'here!"
She said, she tried to open the carriage door. But it wouldn't budge. One of the dogs lunged at her window, she screamed and fell onto the floor by the strange man's legs. There she stayed. Huddled and shaking.
"Didn't you want to try and shoot me?"
He asked, leaning over her.
"Just, leave me alone! What did I ever do?!"
She finally wailed.
"Why, nothing, you are simply the daughter of a dog demon and a human. I am commonly referred to as a Grimm."
She looked up at him.
"If you're my father, why did you kill the one man I loved!"
"He was already dying. His chest had been carved open, he was not long for this world. I came to save my child, you. Its hard enough for us demons to procreate, I wasn't about to let you expire. He asked me to kill that doctor and incinerate all of the bodies in that lab. I asked him for a fee, he said he would give me anything, if I also liberated you to safety. I requested his soul, and he contracted with me. I took my payment, then took you. As I promised."
Her eyes widened, she thought back and realized that she had seen a nasty amount if blood just below that contract seal. He'd been dissected while alive, like the other 3. Her eyes stung, and she crumpled into a ball on the floor, she cried for an unknown amount of time. Then she fell asleep.
When she woke up, she was in her bed. She sat up, wondering if it was a nasty dream. Getting to her feet, she wandered around the house. Everything in the rooms was as it should be. The clocks said it was now 8 am, on her 18th birthday. No one was in the house, but her. She waited, and waited, huddled under the blankets on a sofa as she stared at the floor.
She waited for days. Without hardly moving. Finally, there was a knock at the door, in her hurry to answer it, she got tangled in the blanket, and fell on her face. When she finally got to the door, she found a young man and two young women, all 3 were a bit older than she was, maybe close to Logan's age.
"Who are you?"
Asked one of the girls. Mey-Rin felt self conscious. She was glad she had finally managed to drag some clothes on, about 3 days ago. But, she was sure she looked a mess, and these girls looked sparkling and bright to her.
"I... I'm... Mey-Rin..."
She stammered.
"Oh!"
Said the guy.
"Log said he was taking care of and training a girl by that name."
Mey-Rin blinked from under her bangs.
"Lo-?"
"Logan."
"Oh."
"Is he here?"
The guy asked. She shook her head.
"How about Newt?"
He asked. When she shook her head again, the other girl asked:
"Tabitha? And... Sally? They're not here either?"
Mey-Rin couldn't take it any more. She collapsed against the door, sobbing. The 3 helped her back into the house. Then they helped her to sit down, as she cried as if her heart had been broken.
"I woke up, they were all gone. All 4 of them. No note. No packed bags. I had this horrible dream just before, and when I woke up they were just... Gone! All of their belongings remained the way they left them. I've been waiting this whole time. I. Don't know what to do, who to go to or anything!"
She sobbed. The 3 looked at each other, then they searched the whole place. Finally, they met back up in the room with the crying redhead. Well, she wasn't crying any more. She was laying with her head on the kitchen table, staring blankly at the walls. She had been right. No signs of them anywhere. The second girl, sat beside Mey-Rin, she gently patted her on the back.
"How long ago was this?"
She asked gently.
"M-my birthday. I... Turned 18 o... On all hollow's e-eve..."
They looked at each other. That was over two weeks ago, now.
"Have you eaten anything...?"
She shook her head slowly.
"Had any water?"
Again, a slight shake.
"You can't have gone all this time without anything!"
The first girl snapped. The girl patting Mey-Rin on the back, glared at her.
"I... I think I might have eaten something a few days ago... I haven't been paying attention. I've just been sitting there waiting for them to all come home. I wish I were dead..."
The 3 sighed. The first girl just left, her arms crossed. The second girl and the guy considered doing the same. But, they couldn't bring themselves to leave her.
"Mey-Rin, come with us."
The guy said. She blinked.
"We work for a lord. Were his body guards. We also take care of his enemies."
"Take care...?"
She asked, they nodded.
"Do you have a gun? You can work with us."
The girl asked her. She sighed.
"My weapons are in my room. But... What use is there in living when they aren't here?"
"A lot. Logan cared about you a great deal. He risked a lot, even sacrificing his abilities as a sniper, to protect your life. You need to do whatever you can, to keep protecting that life, that he cared about so much."
As she listened to him, her eyes slowly widened. She remembered what he had said just before her father took his soul... Her expression became more alert, and hardened a bit.
"Thank you, both of you. I will take you up on the offer. I appreciate the help."
She said, she only realized now. She had deluded herself. They had all died. She saw them murdered. Of course they wouldn't return. After that, she gathered her weapons, and her clothes, and she left with the 3. She found out along the way that their names were Jacqueline, Thomas and Rosa. Jacqueline went by the name: Eline. She was the nicer of the two girls
6 Years Later - Big Ben 9 PM – November. Mey-Rin: Age - 24
She was growing tired of all of this senseless killing. She was no longer allowed to deem if the person had done anything worth killing.
{"The name of your target is unimportant..."}
Those words really bothered her.
{There's only one thing your good for,"}
But, she had no where to go and nothing to do. Most people found her gaze alarming or creepy. Still... She was mad. They had taken her gun. Given her a "proper rifle". She made a sound of annoyance after looking through its scope.
"This is in t'way!"
She said to herself aloud, as she tore the scope off. Sighing, she readied her finger on the trigger, waiting for her target to get into the right position.
{"You were made for this; That's why you were born with those inhuman eyes... The better to see your prey. Understand...?"}
Just as she was about to pull the trigger, she saw a child run up to the man. Her target was the child's father... Then the man's wife walked up to him with a baby in her arms. Mey-Rin bit her lip. She remembered her foolish dream from 6 years ago. But then her boss' words rang through her mind again.
{"There's only one thing your good for..."}
Still biting her lip, she took aim again. Her finger wouldn't move, at first, though. Finally, just as it started to pull the trigger-
"You have incredible eyes, I'd like to offer you a position."
She gasped, and looked around, trying to figure out where he was behind her.
"Room and board would be included, of course."
He continued in his proper British accent. There he was. She spun around with her gun at the ready, but... He was gone... She blinked, looking again. That's when, by her ear, from behind-
"No experience necessary!... I'll teach you everything you need to know, if you agree..."
She took a moment to compose herself, then she sighed, and lowered her gun. Finally, she looked over her shoulder. A man. He was very good looking as he crouched behind her. She glared at him.
"-And, what would I hafta' do?"
She found herself asking him. He smiled charmingly, and, she was in love. Just like that. A while later, she was standing behind this man named Sebastian, as he told a man named Mr. Tanaka, that he had: "Engaged a house maid." After getting her clothes changes, she was presented with glasses.
As soon as she put them on. She realized that she could pretend she was someone else. Someone who wasn't cursed. She smiled brightly for the first time in a number of years. These glasses, though they made all of her eyesight generally bad... They were freedom. She could be someone else. Someone she was not. And she wouldn't have to explain herself! She could be what she always wanted to be!
'I can't see a bloody thing with these on!'
She realized happily as she went to leave her room, and tripped on her own feet for the first time! Tears stung her eyes as she picked herself up.
"It's so wonderful! I can't see! I'm nearly blind as a bloody bat!"
She said excitedly then fell down the stairs laughing.
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To Be Continued.
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