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He was standing on the edge of the world, as if outcast by those who dweller on the inside. The pain in the red reaper's heart was almost too much to bear. It was consuming, his broken heart had beaten only for his William. There was no one more prevalent in his heart, no one else who could ever take the place of his beloved. Grell Sutcliff gazed at the moon, a silvery orb which seemed to pulse among the he stood at the top of a church steeple, letting the wind wash over him, he smiled sadly to himself. Was he really so repulsive, so disgusting, that no one could ever love him truly? He'd thought he was beautiful, that he had a chance with the love of his life. His inner soliloquy was broken by a piercing scream. At the dead end of an ally, a blonde woman slumped to the ground, blood pouring from the multiple stab wounds on her body. Another woman, clothed completely in red, stood above the lifeless figure, a knife held over her kept off the roof and silently landed behind her.

"I've been watching you," he remarked, his shark-toothed grin redheaded woman shrieked and whirled around, holding the knife in front of her.

"Don't worry, darling, I'm here to help. You've painted everything a lonely shade of scarlet," Grell continued, stepping towards her. The woman lowered her hands and continued to gaze at him as if he were an apparition.

"Why did you kill her?" Grell inquired with mild curiosity.

"She had what I could never have... and she threw it away... she threw it away," the woman mutters under her breath, her eyes darting from side to side. "A child..." she whispered, tears forming at the corners of her was filled with a sudden understanding as he observed the scene. The woman was a doctor, and the blonde she killed obviously a prostitute.

"Allow me to introduce myself. Grell Sutcliff, of the Grim Reaper Dispatch. You and I are very alike, my darling," Grell sneered to himself. "You see..." he started, walking towards her, "I want a baby of my very own, too, but you and I... we'll never have that chance. We cannot create life, and so the only thing we can do is take if from those who do not understand. No one understands us. I'm sure that you as well have suffered heartbreak. The man you loved perhaps cast you aside, ignored you in favor of another. What is your name?"

"Angelina Dalles," she whispered, shaking from horror and shock at how well this strange being seemed to know her.

"Not anymore," Grell laughed girlishly. "From now on, you are Madam Red."Something in the woman's eyes seemed to harden, until her gaze was cold of bloodlust and vengeance, to punish those who didn't understand, who simply couldn't, they didn't know true suffering. And so the dealer and his minion worked, slaughtering those women of the night one by surprised Grell somewhat that William hadn't sent anyone after him. He hadn't shown up to work in over a week, and as far as he knew, he'd broken upwards of thirty standard regulations. However, he assumed that perhaps William simply didn't had considered several times that maybe his beloved Will didn't hate him after what had happened, but always brushed this notion aside as nothing more than silly wishful thinking. His darling would never love him, and there was nothing he could do about the mere span of a week, Grell had almost completely shed his old life. He'd given up on trying to follow the old regulations from the dispatch. He'd devoted every aspect of his life to helping Madam Red exact her vengeance and rage upon the prostitutes who came to her day after day asking for abortions, asking to be rid of the one thing neither Grell nor Angelina could after night they worked, until Grell snuck off from a party Madam Red was attending in order to murder the last girl, May Kelly. After she was dead, the scheme would be a few seconds after she screamed with her last breath, the door to the dilapidated warehouse swung open. Grell's heart fluttered for a few seconds, hoping that perhaps William had finally noticed him, but it was that Phantomhive brat, the queens guard dog, with the demon butler he had following in his every footstep.

"You can drop the innocent act, Grell," the butler, Sebastian, stated coldly, shielding his master's eye from the bloody, torn flesh in the center of the room, the flesh that had once been Mary Kelly.

"No-no, you don't understand, I heard the scream and rushed to help-" Grell whimpered, keeping his human disguise in effect.

"I must say, though, you put on quite a show. Nearly everyone was fooled," Sebastian continued dryly. Grell was painfully reminded of William.

"You think so?" Grell asked, his shark-toothed grin widening. "That's wonderful to hear. After all, I am an actress, and a good one at that!" the red reaper shook out his hair, which had been combed out to its former shocking red for the first time in weeks. "Allow me to introduce myself. Grell Sutcliff, former butler of the Burnett house. What do you say? Let's get along!" Grell blew a kiss in Sebastian's direction.

"But why go out of your way to kill them, why come to the human would?" Sebastian inquired. Because I needed some way for Will to notice me, Grell thought sadly.

"Let's just say it was out of love for a certain someone," Grell shrugged, his heart cracking once more.

"And who might that be?" Sebastian asked coldly.

"Whether you hear him out or not, I believe you already know," Madam Red hissed, stepping out from the shadows. You! No, I never loved you! William... You were nothing more than a way for him to see me, Grell thought furiously. She would pay for that. He nearly summoned his death scythe and ran her through with it, but glanced at Ciel. Her nephew... the only worse pain than dying was killing those you loved.

"Madam, kill the brat," Grell ordered as he flipped over Sebastian's head and whirled his death scythe into life. Madam Red raised her dagger into the air and slashed a wound in Ciel's arm, and held it up again to silver the final strike as Grell cornered Sebastian and sliced down the demon's shoulder, laughing wildly as blood spurted from the laughter was broken off sharply by a clatter and a choking sob as Madam Red sank to the ground.

"I can't kill their child... my sister's child... Vincent's child..." she sobbed uncontrollably, but sputtered as sharp, angrily rotating metal teeth were shoved through her chest. Grell snarled at her as he rammed the death scythe into her as sharply yanked out it out, blood overnight every surface, staining the world red, just the way Grell had always wanted it.

"You-are-not-fit-to-wear-red," he spat at her through his teeth, yanking the red jacket from her shoulders the moment before her body fell. With that, Angelina Dalles was no more.

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