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Papers flying. A crisp wakeup call but I do not move nor open my eyes as I felt as if I were still half-asleep. Their words were quite loud but somehow my foggy brain could not keep up with any of it. By the sound of their voices, I could tell it was my brother and Sebastian. I pretend to sleep as if I were not part of this conversation as I was tired.

Though for some reason, one sentence from Sebastian breaks through my consciousness, "It was impossible for a human being."

Impossible...for a human? What other types would be able to do it? Confusion mocks my mind as his statement echoes repeatedly. I do not comprehend...

"Now I understand...you bastard..." Ciel grinds out beside me.

"I have spoken the truth many times from the very beginning. Likewise, I have not remotely lied with respect to the results of our inquiry." Sebastian reveals with a deep tone, I could practically hear his smugness. "'Someone well-versed in medical science and anatomy'. 'Someone involved with "a secret society" or '"a cult of black magic"'. And 'someone with no alibi on the nights of the murders'. The only human being who fulfills these conditions is the Viscount of Druitt."

I hear some paper being crinkled nearby; did they throw it or something? Sebastian kept highlighting what was already discovered, so I am very lost. He said that the Viscount did not kill these women specifically. He was most definitely cryptic with information. But I do not understand the emphasize on 'human being' as if it were not someone who was. Because human beings are the only living intellectuals out there who can do this kind of stuff...right?

"Indeed, you were telling the truth, however..." Ciel acknowledges. "...the inquiry was but a farce!" he snaps, I could hear him pick up a random piece of paper.

"I was simply following your orders, sir." Sebastian clarifies. My brother snarls lowly and paper rustles through the air. I can conclude he probably threw it at Sebastian. "My, my, are you taking your anger out on me?" Sebastian asks.

Oh, Sebastian, you just love to ask for trouble, don't you? I think with an internal sigh.

"Young master, I thought you kept me by your side knowing full well what I am like." Sebastian taunts. I can hear paper again and I assume he was picking them up, but I could be wrong.

"Shut up! I am well aware!" Ciel shouts. I pretend I was still sleeping by squirming at the yell as if it disturbed my slumber slightly.

"If you raise your voice any louder, my lady will awaken." Sebastian mentions.

Ah, well, I am already awake though.

I hear Ciel sigh heavily and I feel my hair being picked up by him. "Don't worry, she sleeps like a log. Not even the servants can disturb her sleep." he adds. I had to reframe from smiling at the act. I mean...he was not wrong. I could probably sleep through a hurricane but since I fell asleep not long ago, I haven't gone into deep sleep yet. I feel him turn in the bed, "Is he...the same as you?" Ciel asks afterward.

The same? How could Sebastian be the same as the murderer?

"Hmm, no, he is not. I daresay someone like him being in the human world is unusual in and of itself but..." Sebastian explains quizzically while drifting off in thought. "He is neither a human nor a devil?" he ponders.

It took a great amount of self-control to not open my eyes and to seize my muscles from tensing. The human world? What does that mean?! Devil? Like the devil? Hold up, what? WHAT?! I internally freak out. No, no, this cannot be, right?!

"Then, what is he?"

"He is a Grim Reaper..." Sebastian informs.

Grim...Reaper...Devil...I am going mad. How come my brother is not freaking out right now?! Wait, he knows?! I conclude. Oh my god, what is going on? None of this is possible!

I ignore the rest of their conversation and I feel the bed dip beside me. That breaks me out of my chaotic thoughts as I hear my brother beginning to get dressed. I hear where they said they were going and eventually they leave the bedroom with the click of the door. I raise out of the bed in a panic and grab my head. I don't understand, I do not understand. The brewing of a migraine becomes to take place and it throbs with my newly attained knowledge.

There is no such thing as devils or grim reapers. I know this for a fact, maybe this a dream? There was no way this was reality. No way this was real, there is no evidence! Not even in the future, no such thing has ever been encountered unless it's in like area 51 or something?! I kick the blankets off me and get out of the bed. I start to pace across the bedroom and bit my thumbnail anxiously. What if I wasn't even in the past, what if I'm in an alternate world or something?!

I shake my head at that thought because now that would be really absurd.

Holy fuck, this must be fake, a set up even. I do not believe a single moment of this and I make a dash toward the door. I slam it open without a single fuck given and run towards my bedroom. I slam my own door open as well and shed Sebastian's shirt off me. There was no way, I mean I know Sebastian's impossible but there was no way he could not be human. There are no other creatures on Earth besides humans and animals, whatever tiny organisms also. Science proves so, we have never encountered a whole another species ever.

The talk of religious figures coming true, do not make me laugh. I let out a shout and smash the wall beside me in a fit of frustration and confusion. The wall cracks at the impact and I look at in shock. It's something I could always do, as a child ever since I came here. But never to this impact was I this strong. Ever since Sebastian made his appearance in my life, my five senses have sharpened considerably I realize. I pull my fist away from the wall and stare down at it. What am I then? I'm from a whole another fucking world. There was no way I was in the only just the past now.

I run over to my wardrobe and take out my custom-made clothing. I put on my bra and panties, then proceed to dress in black leggings and a black dress shirt I bought from a men's clothing store. I grab my coat as well just in case it began to rain outside again. I grab my cap as well knowing it was cold outside.

If I am going to believe whatever the hell they just said, I was going to find my evidence with my two eyes. I won't believe it any other way!

I grab my long lace-up boots and tie them up with a double knot. I grab my sheathed sword as well and put it on my back, as it rests on my back like a shoulder purse and the strap going between my breasts. I grab a clip from my mirror stand and clip my hair back. I was ready to go, so I take off out of my bedroom in a hurry. Running out the front door, I remember where they said they were going, and I have a brief idea where it was at.

As I am already in London, I decide to run there as I believe it was only a twenty-minute walk. Though running seemed a better idea to work off this new set stress and anxiety that stirs inside me. The cold night air nips at my exposed face and I shiver involuntarily. I could see the fog of my breath come out in gentle puffs. I've been building my body up for this type of situation. Where I need to run for my life or save a life. Whatever it was, I have been training nonstop to keep my brother safe. I did not stop simply because Sebastian was an amazing person when it came to combat and fighting in general. This was a goal that I planned on achieving even if it became useless.

I was never going to fail ever again.

My brother probably does not need my help; especially with Sebastian at his side who is a proclaimed 'devil' or 'demon'. I don't trust this situation whatsoever, everything about it was unnatural. I fear my life and my brother's even more. What did a demon want with my brother? If what he said was true, how in the world did my brother get involved in this mess? Sebastian saved my brother, I thought. Maybe it was a different kind of saving, one he never planned on telling me.

I let out a cry of frustration as I slow down for a moment to catch my breath. It begins to rain again. My outfit was making me quite warm but if I take it off, I'll eventually become cold or soaked.

A blood-curdling scream stretches in the sky abruptly. I freeze as my eyes widen in fear as many memories of the servants from the old manor resurface. They were dying again; I could hear their screams of fright and agony. I begin to convulse a bit and I have to bend over. Breathing harshly, I try to push back those terrible memories and trudge forward to the original scream. I try to reassure myself that I was not at the manor anymore.

I take a gulp of air and I begin to jog towards the scream. The memories recede again and my migraine pulses again which causes me to grit my teeth in pain. The sound of voices come from one of the alleyways nearby. I begin to follow the voices as I distinct them as my brother's and Sebastian. The rain was making it difficult to hear them clearly. Though when I approach closer, I could hear them much better.

I peek around the wall, trying to blend with the black shadows. I first spot my brother and Sebastian; I try to calm my heart rate to not alarm my presence. If Sebastian really was a demon, then I bet could hear any noise I make. Two people in red appear before my eyes. One dressed in a familiar red and one with long red hair. I had to hold back a cry of surprise to see my aunt standing in front of my brother. I found Grell...a completely different person, his hair dyed red. I sweatdrop briefly as he appears to be a tranny, but I could be wrong, or he is just flat out gay.

One thing that surprises me was Grell's eyes. They were different shades of green behind his glasses. It was almost inhuman...

"I miscalculated. I never imagined there would also be someone by Ciel's side who could see through Grell's disguise." Madam Red smirks slightly.

...she knew about this? Planned all of this out? I could not help my heart rattling painfully in my chest. A tear slides down my cheek, knowing her and Grell most likely committed all these murders. Not to mention, betrayed us, her own niece and nephew. Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick.

"Madam, was of course, on our initial list of suspects. But...your alibi was flawless." Ciel states with a blank stare and Madam Red copies it.

Shock overtakes me and I have a feeling it was not going to be the last time. I could not put it past my brother as I too became suspicious later on in the investigation.

"How could you, Ciel? You went so far as to doubt me, your dear aunt?"

I narrow my eyes, not liking that fake tone of hers as she crosses her arms defensively.

"If the possibility of one being Jack exists—kin or acquaintance—it matters not. No human on the list of suspects could have committed all the murders. Of course, that includes you, Madam. But it is a different story with a reaper as your accomplice. If he can enter Mary's room in an instant without us noticing...he would also be capable of instantly transporting himself over the lengthy distance between the West end and the East end. And if a servant were to disappear from the party for a matter of minutes...no one would pay any heed." Ciel explains without missing a beat. "Therefore, only the two of you can be Jack the Ripper. Madam Red and Grell Sutcliff!" he summarizes.

I gape in awe because my brother was like a mini-Sherlock Holmes. It felt awesome to even know him honestly. Maybe Sebastian's 'teaching' was that good.

Madam Red and Grell stand in silence but it seems my brother has much more to say. "The victims in the Jack the Ripper case had something else in common, on top of 'being prostitutes' and 'missing their wombs'. All of them underwent 'a certain procedure' at the Royal London Hospital, where the Madam is employed." Ciel states while grabbing a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolding it. "This lists those patients in the order of their surgery dates. The order of which the victims were killed corresponds perfectly to the order in which they went under the knife. Only Mary Kelley, who resided in that tenement, was on that list to survive and 'still survive'."

He pauses for moment and side glances at the open doorway. I can only think that is where a butchered Mary lays now. "But still...I was unable to save her." he finishes with an impassive face.

I grip the brick wall I lean against, as my aunt disgusts me further. How dare she act like this was okay! This was disgusting, robbing woman of their fertility! Getting rid of the ones who did not want their child! How dare she judge on that basis alone. Was she so jealous of it that she had to murder the ones who were giving it up because she could not have her own anymore? I understand her pain as a woman, but this was downright cruel, the situation be damned!

Madam Red looks to the ground with a downcast face, "How sad, Ciel. My lovely nephew...my elder sister's son...If you hadn't insisted on getting to the bottom of this, we might've played chess again," she says but then clenches her hand into a fist at her side. "However, I will not yield this time!" she screams with a face I would call insane.

A silent gasp passes my lips and I begin to move unconsciously as Grell moves forward with a weapon in a flash that erupts a sound I recognize. But Sebastian moves in front of my brother in time and places his hands on both sides of the blade. A rotating blade...that look's distinctly like a motherfucking chainsaw! What the actual hell did that come from?! How is Sebastian fighting off the force of that thing?!

I watch with adept eyes, soaking in every detail between every single person. He pushes Grell away from them and Grell ends up jumping back a little. "Wh-What is this?!" Ciel shouts in confusion.

Grell smirks with pointy teeth I notice now as he holds the chainsaw still. Sebastian stares him down with a light glare, "All reapers possess a tool for hunting souls. Though this is my first time seeing one that looks like that...it is known as the 'Death Scythe'." Sebastian informs with a sigh. "The death scythe is rather troublesome." he comments while pushing his soaked hair back.

A death scythe as a chain saw...how is that even remotely anything that looks anything like a scythe?! That's it this confirms every question, I am in an alternate world that has supernatural beings in the Victorian age.

My legs give out a bit and I collapse to the ground on my knees. Man, I don't know what I did in my past life to fuck up this hard in life. I'm not even in my own world anymore I think while staring down at my pale-blue hands from the coldness which I can barely feel at the moment.

"Something as unfashionable as a scythe wouldn't suit me in the least, don't you agree? So...I customized it to my specifications! A 'death scythe' jussst for me, which plays the grandest harmony together with the death throes of a soul!" Grell voices shrilly. I peer up at the people in front of me, I might as well listen, better than what I am hearing from myself currently. "Of course, it's sharpness is guaranteed. A tool that only a god like me can wield to chop anyone and anything into itty bitty pieces!"

Ugh, that's absolutely disturbing and that was information I did not need to know.

"My body's all gotten all stiff cos' I've been a good little Grell this whole time! Now I sooo want to work up a sweat with y-o-u!" Grell declares while blowing a kiss at Sebastian. I want to gag and laugh at the same time. Oh yea, this person's probably gay.

Sebastian appears unimpressed, "Would you mind refraining from such sickening displays? Furthermore, I am on duty at the present."

"Ahh!~ You're so stoic! I can't get enough of this side of you either, Sebastian darling!" Grell fangirls with a slight blush.

I had to hit my thigh a couple of times in an effort to not burst out laughing. I really shouldn't be finding this situation funny because of all the shit that's going on but it's so hard to not ignore that nickname nor Sebastian's discomfort. Grell may be insane, but oh god, I'm dying over here. I attempt to calm myself down.

"Let me tell you a little something, Sebastian darling—the color red makes me swoon. I just love red for my hair, clothes, and lipstick. That's why I adore making over ugly women with the red of their blood. A woman becomes beautiful like a poisonous flower the more glamorous they are. A fine gent fitted up in rose colors will be the absolute best, Sebastian darling! I will cut you open deep and splatter you in all the many shades of crimson and mess you up most glamorously, Sebastian darling! ~"

And I am once again truly disturbed by Grell's mindset which cuts off any amusement from the nickname again.

Sebastian looks so bored after Grell's declaration, I almost feel bad for him. "A reaper is one who quietly hunts the souls of the dying. A butler is one who accompanies his master like a shadow. Your poor taste goes against the aesthetics of both and fair raises my bile." Sebastian voices his distaste.

Damnnnnn, Grell you just got roasted by a demon, what you gonna do? I think my brain's deteriorating from this whole encounter that I don't care about how I am perceiving things right now.

"I worked hard as a butler for my master! I didn't wear makeup or dress pretty when I was at work." Grell retorts.

I stare at him in exasperation, wow, such hard work, he deserves a reward I think sarcastically with a roll of my eyes.

Sebastian does not seem impressed either, "I am appalled, how can you call yourself a butler?" he sighs.

Grell leers at Sebastian with a crazy grin, showing all his pointed teeth. He sticks his tongue out with 'rock on' gesture with his hand while the other holds the chainsaw. "Even so, I am still a butler for death!" he cries out with cheerfully.

"In the name of the Queen and mine own evil title," Ciel begins to mutter and slowly takes off his eyepatch. I watch in horror as it falls to the ground and all I could stare was at his eye that glows softly with a pink pentagram in it. "...I command you! Hunt them down!" he shouts clearly, his voice holding determination.

I clasp a hand around my mouth as I watch Sebastian's eyes glow fuchsia for a second and his pupils dilate that remind me of a cat. "Yes, my lord." Sebastian complies while tightening his glove with his teeth, his canines slightly pointed, a smirk evident on his lips.

I freeze on my spot on the ground again at his eyes. Those eyes...those eyes were the ones from my dreams! That man, the one who is there, those were his exact eyes. My face drains of all color at the thought of him. Oh my god, Sebastian has been in my dreams this whole time!? How?! Why?! What is the meaning of this?! I cry out into my mind as I grip my hair, pulling at it harshly while trying to wrap my head around this whole conundrum.

His eyes, so beautiful, yet so consuming as I was being sucked in. Would it be the same in person or the same as my dreams? I only remember certain characteristics every time, besides the really vivid one when he visited me for real. Holy shit, what does this mean!?

"Alright." Sebastian's voice cuts through my thoughts like glass. He begins to button his coat and takes it off, giving it to my brother.

"What-" Ciel begins to protest but Sebastian interrupts him.

"So that your body won't become so cold. When we return to the mansion, I'll prepare some hot milk for you. I'll add honey or brandy to sweeten it." Sebastian informs with a closed eye smile.

Ciel remains silent but the sound of the chainsaw reeves up again, "Oya!~ I won't let you go so easily!" Grell claims. "Lately, I've only been encountering unsophisticated prey. My death scythe and I are unsatisfied!"

Grell jumps into the air suddenly, so high up that I must crane my neck slightly. I watch in awe of such height. He slams down all of sudden and my brother was pushed away from the chainsaw by Sebastian just in time. Crumbling stone from the ground flies around them, "If I am the one to be hunted down, then I'd rather be the one doing the hunting, little Sebast!" Grell exclaims with a maniacal laugh. "Let us play a wonderful hide and seek!"

Grell runs at Sebastian in a dash, "I think I have said this before, please do not say nauseating things!" Sebastian replies as Grell takes a swipe at him with the death scythe. Sebastian reacts by doing a flip backward with one hand, effectively dodging the attack. He does a couple more back to create some space between him and the red-headed grim reaper.

"Don't be like that! I'm sure you'll become addicted to the taste of my 'God's scythe.'" Grell cackles. He dashes forward toward Sebastian again.

I watch in awe and bewilderment as Sebastian quite literally grabs the pole of a lamppost; he tears it out of the ground and raises it front of him to block the attack from Grell who brought down his scythe upon him. Holy shit, that was fucking amazing. I felt like I was watching a movie! I can't believe he's a freakin' demon?!

"Oh! You're quite the man, little Sebast!" Grell exclaims with a giddy grin. His death scythe continues to grind against the metal pole, the sound kind of hurts my ears. "However, this is the real beginning of the show! If you get struck by my 'God's scythe', that lamppost you have in your hands..." Grell trails off with a look of excitement. The lamppost was breaking! I realize with wide eyes. How is that even possible?! "...would be no different from a tree branch!" Grell finishes as the pole officially snaps and breaks.

The scythe breaks through it and cuts Sebastian in the process. I had to hold myself back from calling his name, it would only be a distraction. Blood splatters but something starts to stream out of Sebastian. I stare at it in confusion as films reel out of the wound. He appears to be surprised as well as he falls back slightly, trying to create some distance between himself and Grell again.

There were pictures...no videos coming out of him. What is the meaning of this? I found the servants mainly parading around in the film, among them some of myself as well. I saw my brother as well, multiple times. They eventually stop and erase from the air as Sebastian clutches his wound. He did not appear to be in pain but what would I know about a demon?

"...how is it?" Grell asks. "It's filled with dramatic pain, isn't it? That was the power of the death gods, 'Cinematic Record'." Grell informs whilst licking his lip, still holding a ginormous grin.

Cinematic Record...huh. How interesting I muse to myself. So, it's basically life events over the course of years? Is this where the saying 'your life flashes before your eyes' before you die comes from?

"Death Gods can use 'Cinematic Record' to relive memories of those on the to-die list for assessment. What kind of person is he? What kind of life had he lived? Whether to let him live on? Or to kill them?" Grell continues with theoretical questions. "The general saying that one's life flashes before their eyes just prior to death, that is just the death god replaying the humans 'memories'. We will use our scythe to sever the link between his memories and his soul, and this is how we 'end' his life."

I note this information and try to make sense of it. This is an interesting way to process death. I'm not sure how I feel about it personally. It sounds like a nice way to die, but on the other hand, I don't want some random person being nosy about my life while I'm dying. That's really weird, yeah no, I'm not sure I want a Grim Reaper to take my soul. Especially one like Grell, I think with a scrunched nose and a shudder.

"I think that is just a terrible interest, and this sort of spying activity...is really the worst." Sebastian comments with indifference.

Wow, I actually agree with a demon no less. Oh well...

Grell lunges again out of nowhere, "No, no! This is work, but...!"

"Right!" Sebastian understands and saw his attack coming, preparing his body for it. Sebastian ends up doing another flip again but this time to the side to dodge it. I was mentally cheering for him as I don't think I can kill a man with a chainsaw running at as a human if Sebastian dies. He skids on his feet in a crouched position.

"A good man's past makes people curious!" Grell exclaims with a giddy smile. Sebastian's back was to him as Sebastian was still crouched and Grell decided to take that as a chance. He runs toward him, so fast that my eyes cannot adjust to his speed. All I know is I saw Sebastian turn around automatically with wide eyes and places his hands on both sides the rotating blade, the part that doesn't cut. He stands up with quickened steps backward as Grell drives him into a corner. The blade continues to run but it wasn't hurting Sebastian yet. I could tell he was having some difficulty holding the blade away from him. I'm sure Grell was forcing it with most of his strength.

Grell cackles, "It's been boring trying to find humans to play hide and seek with me, little Sebast!" he boasts. The scythe buries itself into the brick wall as Grell tries to cut Sebastian. Holy fuck, there's no way I could take on that thing. I'm praising the fact fucking Sebastian can! "Once struck by the 'God's scythe', regardless of memories, soul, or space. Even if it's a demon, it'll be sliced!" Grell proclaims with a joyful tone.

I find Sebastian's eyes glow subtlety in the darkness once again and I force myself to look away from them. They will drive me to insanity with a need to keep looking at them. Currently, do I find my brother beginning a conversation with our aunt. This piques my interest quickly and I listen in to them.

"Why..." Ciel asks with a downcast look.

"Why? You're asking me now, how do you expect me to answer?" she replies with a side smirk and crosses her arms over her chest. "If you and I, have become 'guard dog' and 'sinner'." she remarks. I saw her hand begin to move ever so slightly and my eyes widen at what I see her grab. I dash out of my hiding spot without hesitance, I fly by Sebastian and Grell with expert steps.

You see, over these past two years, I have been waiting for a moment like this. Where my brother needs me to protect him. Ever since he was little too, both the twins.

"If you weren't a guard dog of this place and became the hunted one instead..." Madam Red draws till her expression changes abruptly into something fierce. I was very close to them but not quite close enough yet. I could hear a silent timer going off in my head before that knife I saw makes contact with him. "...then there would only be one path for you!" she shrieks and lunges at him with the knife fully drawn.

Before the knife hit him, I attempt to deflect her attack by wrapping my hand around her wrist as I stand beside her. I stop the motion and Ciel's eyes widen significantly at my appearance.

"Auntie! Just stop!" I scream as tears cloud my eyes. She turns to look at me as she was surprised by my appearance as well. Her face retorts to one of anger suddenly and she raises her other hand swiftly to strike me across the face. But I grab that hand as well as I glare at her menacingly. How dare she try to hit me?! Her own adoptive niece! She sneers at me as she struggles in my grip which I end up tightening, probably bruising her wrists.

"As a doctor, why did you have to murder people?!" Ciel asks loudly, now that I have her detained. She seizes her struggle after what he asked.

"Even if I told a little brat like you, you would never understand!" Madam Red screeches. Before I know it, she throws her body at me, effectively pushing me down onto the ground roughly. With a hiss of immediate pain, I accidentally let her go which is exactly what she wanted as I lay on the ground. She dashes towards my brother and grabs him by his throat. "You would never understand!" she repeats with a cry.

I get up instantly and stand behind her; I grab her arm swiftly, the one choking my brother. I force her hand away from him, and he takes greedy gulps of air with a couple of coughs. She turns around with another glare. "You! You! Are always getting in the way of everything!" Madam Red snarls at me. "I don't know why he took you in! Just die!"

I saw her aim the knife at me, but for some reason, I could not find it in myself to be scared. I felt as if I was in a trance of sorts, I stare at her with anguish.

"Rina!" Ciel cries behind Madam Red, also seeing the knife. "Sebast-" he begins to call for his butler.

I watch contently as her eyes shift to one of hesitance and her arms still a fraction. My eyes widen at this act and I think my brother catches on as well and that's why he paused. My aunt raises her hands to her eyes suddenly while dropping the knife.

Although, Sebastian's voice rings out into the chilly air as he could not see what was happening well enough to know she hesitated, "My lady! Young master!" he shouts with a tone I know very well; it held a dark edge to it.

I could feel him before I could see him. The sound of blood splattering nearby and the swift wind behind me. It felt like being consumed in that blasted hole from that one dream. My back was to Sebastian but by the look in my brother's eyes told me it was not good.

Ciel's eyes were wide with panic, "STOP IT, SEBASTIAN!" he commands. "Don't kill her!"

I find long black nails shorten back to that into a human's right above Madam Red's head. I turn to my left to find Sebastian breathing heavily with blood smattered all over his clothing. I stare at in concern because there was so much. He was holding his shoulder tightly. I realize he must have been cut by the death scythe trying to get over here.

"Sebastian..." I mumble while eyeing his figure for any more harm.

He stares at me for a moment, his breathing still haggard.

Grell's voice spooks me slightly because I forgot he was here momentarily. "Heh! Little Sebast's endurance is pretty good! ~" Grell comments with a short chuckle. I pale considerably and turn over to look at the Grim Reaper now. "His arm was already useless, but he still had to go to help these little brats!" he sneers slightly while taking the scythe out of the brick wall. "Compared to that, what do you have to say for yourself, Madam Red!"

My aunt flinches in front of me and I stare at her in concern. Even though she tried to kill me just now and many women, she was still someone I cared about. She hugs herself in an attempt to calm herself down I assume.

"Kill that brat already!" Grell added as he takes a couple of steps closer to us.

Madam Red grits her teeth, "Can't..." she mutters.

"Eh?"

"So, I really couldn't do it..." she starts while grasping her chest suddenly as if it pains her. "I can't...kill these...children." she confesses.

I stare at her with wide eyes along with my brother.

"You're saying this now? After killing so many women?" My aunt hunches over slightly, trembling with many emotions that I couldn't probably name. Grell tries to persuade once more, "If you don't kill these little brats, it'll be your turn to be killed!" he declares. She does not respond, so he continues. "And you have the help of a death god helping you too!" he jeers.

She begins to shake in her spot and clenches her hand into a fist at her side, "But," she mutters softly. "But! These children are my..."

Next thing I know, I see the chainsaw enter my aunts' body. Blood flies around us, mixing in with the light shower of rain. She slowly falls as the chainsaw leaves her body. I could not keep my eyes off her in disbelief and horror. Grell moved so fast, none of us even expected for him to attack her so abruptly.

"How disappointing, Madam Red." Grell mocks with a deadly spark in his eyes. "I am no longer interested in an ordinary woman like you."

Blood was splattered everywhere and my mind races with so many thoughts I could not cling to just one. Her blood sprays out of her mouth from internal damage. All I could do was stare at her dying figure on the ground without a single breath escaping my mouth. Before I knew it, I saw a film fly out of her also; like what happened to Sebastian earlier. I watch her life go on; I could hear her thoughts as well. Some of the things I knew already, but I never knew how obsessed she was about Vincent. Oh my, what a heart-wrenching one-sided love story.

Her life was lived in such a sorrow way, watching the world with what you want but can't have. I feel as if every person goes through such a stage in life, but this story was a bit heavier and dragged much longer than others. Some tears pool into my eyes, the pity does not stop itself while I gaze at her fallen body. She was not a bad aunt, she was not a bad person. She was simply mad at the world for taking away many things she wanted. Her actions were not justified, but I can understand the reason behind them.

"I love the way you are being dyed by the red blood spurting out, Madam Red!" Grell chants into the air which breaks me out of my thoughts again. I turn to stare at him blankly and I feel as I am losing a part of myself. But yet, he keeps using his mouth, "I am not interested in the you who got carried away by meaningless emotions." he continues while whipping his scythe out, to force her blood off it. "I helped you create alibis, just for you, I broke the rules of Death God's and even helped you kill those women not on the death list. You have disappointed me!"

Ah, I want to do something; it's like an itch in the back of my mind. What is that called?

"In the end, you are no different from ordinary women!" Grell states loudly while touching my aunt's beloved red coat. He takes it from her bloody corpse as if it were normal. That itch increases and pulses, making my muscles tense in response. "You are not fit to wear red. The curtains of this cheap, theatre act of your life falls now!" he exclaims with a nasty sneer. "Goodbye, Madame!"

He successfully puts on her red coat and I glare intensely at his retreating back.

"Sebastian...what are you doing?" Ciel asks quietly.

I wasn't paying attention to them though as my heartbeat was like a drum in my ears. I think I know what I am feeling now, yes, I think it is purely malice and rage.

I lift my hand to the sword situated on my back, eavesdropping slightly on what my brother continues to say.

"Like I said, take down 'Jack the Ripper'." Ciel mutters. "It's not over yet! Don't hesitant! Hurry up and finish him!"

I paint a target board on Grell's back as the urge to kill increases. I will not justify my aunt's actions, but I sure as hell will defend her death! I feel a smirk paint its way onto my face as I grab the handle of my sword. I lean forward, like a track runner I begin to sprint towards Grell with incredible speed; I don't know where it came from, but I was unconsciously running lightly on my feet.

I whip my sword out mid-run and jump, I hold out my sword so it is posed above his head. I plan for it to run right through his skull I think with a deadly, but blank stare at his swaying red hair. He turns as if he could hear me approaching. His unnatural green eyes widen in dare I say slight fear.

I will give him a painful death; I don't care if I'm going to die in the process!