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Original post date: 7/21/2018

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Chapter two

Hearing the order to capture me given to Sebastian by Ciel, I, on impulse, pulled out the necklace that I had in my pocket. Turning on my heel to face them, I shouted, "Death Scythe!"

The charm at the end of the necklace shimmered with a teal light turning into a somewhat clique form of a grim reaper scythe. Its handle black creating a cross Tee section where it connects to the blade. Plain but deadly. Gripping the Scythe, I grimaced as I felt my stitches pull. Anymore moves like that one, and they would surely tare open.

Ciel just stared unmoving, while Sebastian's eyes widened for a moment. If I hadn't been staring at him at that moment, I would have missed it. In all his years as a demon, I guess I'm the first human he's ever seen wield a death scythe.

"Now, now demon. No need to go charging in."I slowly moved a hand back to grip the door handle of Undertakers Shop while never letting my eyes leave Sebastion. I didn't have much room to swing my weapon, and while I didn't want to damage the shop for varus reasons. I know that nothing in the shop would hold against this blade.

"Young Master, it would appear that the young lady has me at a disadvantage in this tight space," Sebastian glanced back at Ciel, waiting for his command.

"Till next time," Turning on my heel, I made my escape while the boy was stunned. That pause though from Sebastian was planned, It had to be. The man could take out an entire stronghold with silverware and a serving palter. He had the means and skill to capture me. He just didn't.

OoO

Plopping onto my bed face first, I groaned at my stupidity. The hell was I thinking? I've been in this world for a year and managed to avoid the ever-annoying, Ciel Phantomhive and his demon butler, and one fuck up over money has me a target.

Rolling onto my back, I sighed, the money I had gotten from Ciel falling to the floor. I didn't even blink as the noise echoed throughout the room. "Well, it shouldn't take long for Sebastian to find me. He is a demon, after all. Plus, he let me get away to easily" My cat sphynx hopped up on my bed, meowing at me.

Sphynx was a blue-eyed, long-haired black cat. I'd found her a year ago as a kitten, and I couldn't help but love her right away.

Petting her as she rubbed her head into my side, I smiled. "Yeah, I know you want food," sphynx purred at that and hopped down. Sitting up in my bed, I looked around at my home. My place was decent for what it was and fit my needs. I had turned the moderately sized attic space into a place to sleep and take a bath.

I figured the attic space of a church was the perfect place. I could blend in with the god-fearing people and make a place for myself amongst them. Might as well hide in plain sight, right?

I walked over to the trunk that sat at the far side of the attic and pulled out sphynx's food and food dish. "Here you go cutie," sphynx didn't waste any time in chowing down.

Walking back to the bed, I sat at the edge and stripped off my clothes carefully. I was inspecting my wounds. The skin was already beginning to itch. The bruising around the sew up flesh was surfacing as well. I remembered reading somewhere that there were four stages of healing. At the first stage was Hemostasis. That was were the blood clotted to stop the bleeding basically. There were other things involved, but it happens on impact. Over the years, I discovered that my body's response was much faster than the average person's.

If Phase one is primarily about coagulation, the second phase, called the Defensive/Inflammatory Phase, focuses on destroying bacteria and removing debris—essentially preparing the wound bed for the growth of new tissue. This, too, for me, happened much faster than the average person it was made even faster when I got here to this place—a year of rapid growth in my body self-healing abilities.

The fascinating part happened Once the wound is cleaned out, the injury enters Phase three, the Proliferative Phase, where the focus is to fill and cover the wound. If I recalled right this was a twenty-four-day Phase, For me, Id enter this stage by tonight and be down with it within a day or two.

The last part of the healing for ordinary people could take anywhere from twenty-one days to two years. I'd be completely healed from this severe wound within days. My body was indeed something amazing. Knowing these things was easy to recall after just reading it once, I could remember it all in vivid detail and Undertaker teaching me a few things as well was also helpful though that didn't change the fact that it still hurt like a bitch. For now, All I could do was take some calming deep breaths. This place wasn't known for affective pain killers.

The sight of the small stitches that were so close together stared back at me. It made me wonder how he got them down so quickly. The stitching of such a large area should have taken a long time, hours really. But it hadn't.

"Undertaker always does good work" sighing again I decided to wash up and dress in clean clothes. I had a clawfoot tube in here along with a wardrobe that held my work clothes as well as some dresses that I wore when I was out in public. Reaching up to take my hair out had pulled on my stitches, making me hiss out. I would need to put it back up, which would be worse, but it hadn't been washed in about a week, and after today it really needed a washing. I was shocked at the ability of the people here to go so long without a bath. There were powders, waxes, and other things one put in their hair and on their bodies in this era to compensate, but id rather just take a bath.

Drying off entirely, I pulled out a black bodysuit with a high collar that was snug enough to be a second skin — accompanied by another pair of high waisted shorts that were also tight. But this pair was plain only buttoning in the back. The bodysuit raised and pushed my breast together much as a bra would. It was better than the Stays and Corsets available to me.

"Now what shirt to pick" Taping my chin, I smirked. "I guess if I'm going to go back out and get the ripper, I'll be dramatic" that said, I picked a dark red shirt that looked like my ruined white one. Petting my cat, I picked up a pair of black gloves, putting them on. "What do you say fluff ball up or down?" I asked my cat, gesturing to my hair. It really should be put back up, but I wanted to be lazy.

Sphynx just did a cat equivalent of a glare and went back to eating the last of the food. "Hmm, up it is then," looking in the small mirror that was on the wall, I brushed my long black hair. I had, had it in a braid before and pinned to my head. So no one could see how long it was.

Brushing my hair was a pain. My hair was long enough to hit the back of my knees with me only being five foot three inches tall, that isn't hard to do. It was as black as ink naturally and had a slight wave to it. I didn't have bangs because I don't like anything on my face while working.

Putting the brush back where I had it, I glanced at my hands. It would be time to get them treated by Undertaker soon. Even with my Gloves on, I could tell that I would need to have them done by the tightness in my gloves. I had allowed my nails to grow out to sharpen them into small claws. I let Undertaker coat them in one of his experimental substances to make them hard so they wouldn't break easily, thus becoming a weapon. The downside was that as they grew out, they became soft again.

"With my 'claws', black hair and pale skin, you would think I was the demon," I mussed out loud to myself, "though at least my eyes are normal... Sort of" looking in the mirror again, I studied my eyes. Looking back at me was natural bright teal eyes with a darker teal outline. To accent, my eyes I always put a teal color dabbed a the inner corner of my eye with the waterline blackened and lashes black as well with a soft gold on my lids. The powders were expensive, so I had spent hours with trial and error to make them myself. It wouldn't be proper to wear these colors or styles of makeup in everyday life. Most found it outrages and the bright colors a bit on the sex worker side. It never stopped me, though.

Huffing at my natural yet odd appearance, I forgot about my hair. I just put it up in a messy bun grabbing my thigh high boots putting them on. "Well, time to go," I told my cat as I opened my window and out I went. I was ignoring my newly stitched up chest and unfinished hair. I suppose pain does odd things to a persons' thought process.

OoO

Knowing that Ciel and the butler would show up at some point to stake out the apartment of one, Mary Jane Kelly, a patient of Madam Reds. They would be in for a shock. Well, Ciel will. Demon boy? Not so much. Though he never did seem surprised by much with the way he was portrayed.

Hearing them come into the alleyway, I silently listened, wondering which set of lines I was about to hear.

"He'll show up if we stake out this place, right?" Ciel said as he peeked around the corner

"Yes," Sebastian responded. I snickered, knowing he was completely ignoring Ciel. The boy just hadn't noticed yet.

"It's true that the murdered prostitutes had other things in common besides having their organs removed" Ciel crossed his arms, turning his body forward, but still glancing to the side away from the demon.

"Beautiful, glossy black hair." I had to stifle a laugh at how severe Sebastian looked, looking at a stray cat as he said that.

"But why should he have to kill them?"

"Sinfully, loveable."

"and I-"

"So soft... yes, so soft..."

I was practically doubled over at this point, trying to contain my laughter. My stitches were pulling uncomfortably. I heard Ciel tell his demon to listen when he was talking, followed by a scream—hearing the cry put me in instant work mode. This was no time to be goofing off.

"well, time to pay attention," I hopped over to the closest rooftop, holding in my grimace as I landed due to my chest and watched as Ciel was pulled back by Sebastian. The following conversation and revile went as I remembered it to be. "well, so far, this seems to follow the DVD over the Book." Just as I was mussing to myself, the grim reaper, Grell Sutcliff, attacked Ciel with his chainsaw.

How did he even get that here in this era anyway?

Sebastian promptly blocked the attack with both hands grabbing the blade. "Guess this is my chance to have them both owe me one" I got ready to jump down.

"wh- what is that thing?!" Ciel asked as Sebastian put his arm out in front of Ciel to protect him.

I braced myself as I Landed in front of Sebastian facing the reaper, hand on my hip. "Grim reapers possess tools for harvesting souls. That is a reaper's sickle" I glanced back at Sebastian without physically turning my head, knowing I'd said what he was about to word for word. However, before he or Ciel could react, Grell started shouting.

" 'sickle' is such a dull name; don't call it that! not after I've customized it to my personal specifications!"

Oh god, here we go... I forgot that this dipshit is long-winded.

"This is a 'death Scythe' only I can wield, and it can hack any being to pieces!"

My eye started to twitch as Grell continued his particular type of stupid. Huffing, I yelled at him. "shut it, ya loon" at this point, I was beyond annoyed. Grell kept screeching as I grabbed my necklace charm. "Death scythe!" I yelled as it once again turned into a reapers death scythe. I spun my Scythe the moment it sprang to life and took a defensive stance. "shut the hell up you low-grade reaper" I lunged myself at Grell, swinging my Scythe, but he dodged. Following his movements with my eyes, I yelled to Sebastian. "Sebastian, red is going to go after Ciel hurry up," I left it at that and ignored anything else going on and stared down Grell as he came to land back on the ground.

"You'll pay for not only interrupting me but keeping me from bassy!" Grell yelled at me and went on the offensive. Revving up his chainsaw and slashing at me, pushing me back. The strength of him was expected, but my injury was proving to be a hindrance in trying to keep up.

"that all you got Reaper?" I taunted. Damn, all I can do is defend, but that's all I need to do till Specks arrives.

"You have some nerve talking to me that way!"

Sebastian started attacking Grell at this point as well but quickly put on the defensive. Flipping around the ally.

Damn him, why didn't he listen to me. Guess its a tag team now. It wasn't ideal at all. I needed to hold out long enough to do what I came for above all else, but with this wound and Sebastian in the way, I can't maneuver how I want to. It didn't take long for Grell to manage to get behind Sebastian while I mussed to myself. At that moment, Madam Red cut into Ciel's arm.

"you..." Red seethed, holding Ciel to the wall by his throat. "you should never have been born!"

"Young master!" Sebastian yelled, almost sounding feral, and thus distracting himself from the fight.

I quickly moved to blocked Grell's blow to Sebastian. The strength and weight behind the downward attack being blocked by my Scythe put a strain on my arms, making me grit my teeth. I could feel some of my stitches tear open. Despite my pain, I knew I had to allow the butler to go after Ciel without a specified injury. But before Sebastian was able to kill Madam Red, Ciel told him to stop. Another thing I knew was going to happen and needed to happen, but I also needed them, or more precisely, the demon to owe me one.

"My, my bassy, if it weren't for this wench, you would have sacrificed an arm for that kid." Grell using his Scythe, pushed me into the wall, the cracking sound of the brick braking from the impact encoded in the ally. Sliding down the wall, I tried to take a breath to fight off the internal panic that was natural for the body to go through when the air is nocked from you. I glared at the red-headed reappear as he turned with a smug smirk and gave me his back walking forward towards Madam Red.

"But how poorly 'you' compare Madam, hurry up and kill the brat!" Madam Red broke down in tears at this point.

Damn, that hurt.

"I can't do it after all. I can't kill him," Madam Red wept.

Grunting as I righted myself getting my air back into my lungs, I took a defensive stance waiting for what I already knew was coming. I had to be careful not to change the overall outcome of today.

Grell kept talking, questioning Madam Red and taunting her. I glanced over at Sebastian and Ciel to see their reaction. Ciel looked as I remembered from the show, and Sebastian seemed almost bored or annoyed at it all.

Sebastian spared a glance at me, which made me blush against my will, and he, of course, saw it and looked amused.

At that point, Madam Red turned around to face Grell only to meet his weapon as he ran her through with his chainsaw shocking Ciel and somewhat surprising Sebastian. Though if I had to guess it was more him trying to look that way, aesthetic and all that.

"I'm disappointed in you, Madam Red! I have no interest in you if you're just another woman" Grell flung Madam Red off his chainsaw at that moment, allowing her memories to come bursting out. I slowly moved closer to Sebastian to get ready for what was to happen next.

"This is..." Sebastian said, slightly allowing the wonder into his voice. His tone actually sounded genuine. Grell went into a lengthy description of his job. Which allowed me to go unnoticed, well by everyone but Sebastian, that is, as I took a few deep breaths pushing down the pain I was feeling. I'm sure that nose of his can smell the blood.

"in other words, you make their life flash before their eyes." Sebastian simplified.

"Ugh, don't call it something dull! This is the grim reapers' true ability, dramatic pain. this is the cinematic record!" Grell got his Scythe ready.

So far, so good, the scene is playing out as it should, now to jump in at the right moment. Grell kept talking as we all watched him take Madam Red's coat.

"what are you doing, Sebastian?" Ciel questioned in a low voice as he closed Madam Red's eyes. " I told you to put an end to jack the ripper. It's not over yet."

I glanced over at Grell as he stopped walking away.

"don't dawdle. Hurry up and kill the other one!"

I glanced back at Sebastian just in time to see him smile as if the order pleased him. "excellent, my Lord."

"I was going to be nice and let you go, but if you insist." Grell then revved up his chainsaw again. "I'll send you all to heaven!" Grell swung at Sebastian, but Sebastian dodged low and under the strike.

"Heaven?" Sebastian moved so fast Grell, nor I saw him move behind his attacker. "Heaven and I are strangers," Sebastian smirked as if he was telling an inside joke and kicked at Grell's face.

Grell just barely dodged "you just went after a lady's face! you fiend!"

"of course. you see-"

I cut Sebastian off, unable to control myself. " I am merely one hell of a butler."

Both Sebastian and Grell stared at me, "do you think a demon can beat a divine being?" I said in a mock Grell voice. "then you," I pointed at Sebastian, "Say 'an interesting question' then basically say since Ciel ordered you to win that you will."

I had three sets of eyes on me now. I took that moment of shock to swing at Grell as I internally smacked myself for my fangirl moment. He barely dodged me, jumping up to the roof. I followed him, going right into another strike. Grell countered, and are blades clashed. The constant strain was ripping more of my chest wound open.

"a little human girl and Grim Reaper. my, my not the fight I was expecting." Grell pushed me back and took a good look at me as I flipped back, landing back on my feet.

"A little human girl? now Grell, are you deaf, or did you not hear me call forth this Death Scythe?" I was doing my best to look and sound as if nothing was wrong, but that slight whined tone in my voice probably wasn't fulling either of them as they Both studied me carefully.

"Sebastian," Ciel said, annoyed. While Grell was distracted with me, Sebastian got a hit in. Making Grell stumble. Using his foot, Sebastian lodged the Scythe into the roof.

Grell distracted by the butler went on a tangent about said butler that was... well disturbing. You would think that he would realize that being male would mean he can't have kids, but then again, all this was strange, and neither are precisely human, so what do I know.

Good thing, Grell seemed to forgot I was here because I was able to put my blade in the way of Grell's strike right after he head-butted Sebastian at the last minute. That was close. He would have lost an arm if not or me. I was quickly swinging my Scythe at Grell, forcing him back, moving in front of Sebastian with my back to him.

"Why do you keep getting in the way wench!" Grell Growled at me.

"why not" I looked back at Sebastian a moment, "give me your tailcoat" Sebastian looked at me and seemed to be thinking for all of two seconds before he handed it over. Taking the tailcoat, I tossed my Scythe at the demon. Sebastian didn't hesitate to grab it. I usually wouldn't do such a thing, but I did need to be in his good graces or at least have him interested in some way so that later when he tracks me down, he won't just outright kill my ass.

Darting forward at Grell just as he lost his patience and did the same, I ignored his talking and jammed the tailcoat into his scythes rotating blades. Grell landed then, right in front of Sebastian. I turned around and gave the demon a seductive smile.

Sebastian gave an amused smirk dropping my weapon. "now it's a normal fistfight" Sebastian started to crack his knuckles and leaned close. " I feel a certain amount of confidence."

"w- wait, please! not the face!" at this point, I backed off discreetly and made my way to another rooftop making sure to grab my weapon that had landed on the road from when Sebastian had dropped it.

"he should be showing up soon," I whispered to myself. Just as Sebastian was about to make the killing blow, another blade stopped him. Perfect.

"I apologize for interrupting your conversa- "

"you're William T. Spears," I said, distracting and shocking everyone yet again that night. "Now hand over that book."

William adjusted his glasses and looked right at me. A look of disgust on his face. Before anyone could say or do anything, I swung at William with my Scythe, as he dodged me, I reversed my weapon to its charm, getting in his face, looking right at him with what I hoped was a wicked smile. The moment of surprise in his eyes confused me, but for now, I ignored it.

"I'll be taking this" I snatched his 'To Die' book and allowed him to strike me. It would give me the space I needed to escape.

"give that back, cretin," William said in his monotone voice.

I landed hard on the ground and groaned. Well, that hurt. I gritted my teeth and looked down at myself. Well, now, my wound is differently fully open, Undertaker would not like this at all. Messing up his work is never a good idea.

"Sorry, not sorry, specs, but I don't take orders from you." I got up and booked it out of there. William Tried to follow me, but Sabastian distracted him, allowing me to getaway. That's the second time Sebastian allowed me to escape. He has something up his sleeve; I just know it.

As I made my way straight to Undertakers, I gripped at my chest wound. It hurt, but I didn't have a choice. Hopefully, Undertaker wouldn't be too mad at me.