Bloody Mary
II: The Scotland Yard
"Lau's too busy to come with us to visit Ciel, isn't that just horrible Grelle?" I asked as the now dulled up Grell acted as my clumsy butler. She is a great actress, although I've yet to truly discern her gender. Transgender is the best way to name it, she says she has had the experimental sex change surgery done on her lower half, but refuses to have anything fake so she yet to get womanly breasts. I suppose this rogue red shinigami I've befriend truly understands me, not like anyone else has.
"I rang the doorbell several times darling, it appears that no one is home." Grelle said looking at me. I sighed, when the door suddenly opened.
"Yeah, the Marchioness of the Burnett family, ho ho ho." The elder servant that's always been with the Phantomhives said as he answered the door. "I apologize but the young master is not home at the moment, he is out with Sebastian."
I looked at him with a bad pokerface. "Oh, no, that is fine Tanaka, simply fine. If I may, I could have a nice glass of wine before I head on back to my own Manor?"
"I don't see the Young Master as having a problem with us entertaining a family member on his leave." Tanaka said, bowing as Grelle and I entered.
"This manor is lovely, absolutely gorgeous; you deserve a mansion like this milady." Grelle said, in his normal voice before retreating back to his butler façade.
"Oh, Mr. Tanaka, would you p-please escort me to the kitchen as I may get milady the wine she requests?" Grelle asked. Tanaka nodded and the clumsy maid and gardener ran by.
"Oh, I remember her!" Finnian shouted it a happy voice. "The Young Master always seems happier when she visits, he don't let it show though, he doesn't!"
"That's for sure Finny! But we can't greet her now, we've got a job Tanaka gave us, he and Bard are in charge when the Young Master and Sebastian are away!" Maylene said as she pushed him forward. I giggled at their loud conversation; it feels as if they are children living here.
I suddenly felt a depressing chill at my own thoughts.
I mustn't think of it this way, they are only the amusing help, the servants, nothing as holy and miraculous as children to me, they are that to another lucky woman and man. Lucky…
"Madame, an exquisite selection of port wine-" Grelle said entering the room. I gave him a glare.
"I'm a lady! A heavy port wine is not for the delicate lady like myself!" I shouted at him.
"Y-yes, milady, I apologize." Grelle said bowing apologetically.
"I shall bring you a cordial wine selection in a black crystal glass." Tanaka said, bowing before leaving the room as he sipped some tea.
"You're such a veery good actress my darling Angelina~." Grell said happily smiling, letting his true appearance show whilst it was only the two of us. Tanaka returned with the wine and Grelle composed himself. After a quick chat and the drink of wine, I was on my way.
"Thank you for your kindly service Tanaka." I said. He bowed and the two horse carriage began moving with Grell at the reins. I sighed as I looked out the window to see Ciel's carriage returning to the manor.
"If only I had been more patient." I mumbled.
"Would you like me to turn around madam?" Grell asked from the driver's seat.
"No, no, just continue home, we have to prepare for the next strike of Bloody Mary." I mumbled.
"Chills darling! I cannot wait at aaall!" Grell announced happily.
We returned to my manor as the darkness approached. Grell went to prepare his death scythe and his clothes and I stared at the knife I was going to commit the crime with. I have regrets, but none at the same time. I have found the position in the world we're I belong, as someone who rids the streets of London of foul prostitutes who give up god's gift of life, a thing only a woman could do, something man envies so eternally much.
"Who is our lovely chosen one today darling?" Grell asked, coming out still in butler garb, but with make-up, black gloves, and his death scythe.
"There are only 3 targets left of this judgment." I mumbled in response, not really feeling anything but fake emotion anymore. "We'll be striking Elizabeth Stride today; if we have the time I suppose we could strike Catherine Eddowes as well."
"Oooo, aiming high I see, I like that." Grell said. "Off to Whitechapel ~"
Grell hummed the whole time we made our way over there. To quicken the trip, Grell had no quarry allowing me to piggy-back on him as he jumped over buildings. It surprises me sometimes how physically strong this reaper is, to completely ignore my slight extra weight and jump so supernaturally high. We stopped in a dark, disgusting alleyway, and watched and waited for the target, Elizabeth Stride, to appear. She showed up at the expected area at 12:30 in the morning, much later than expected.
"Slit her throat and I'll rip her open darling." Grell said with the biggest smile on her face. "Then we can extract the precious parts, hmm." She jumped up onto the rooftops again and I walked up innocently to the woman.
"Hello, are you Elizabeth Stride?" I asked, feigning innocence in front of the vile woman.
"Yes, 'ho's askin'?" She said. She looked at me.
"O', it's you." She said. "Wha' do ya' want? I already paid the bill."
I looked at her, a vein in my forehead throbbing and my neck twitching. Without saying a word, without my bad pokerface slipping away, I drew the knife, a drove it straight across her throat. She panicked, screamed, her eyes widened in shock, fear, desperation. In the unwanted pain and unforeseen truth, of her true miserable end; it's as if she knew of the miserable way her body would be discovered; ripped apart with pieces missing; only to be cleaned up by the creepy undertaker, who far too much enjoys his career.
But before Grell could jump out of the darkness and finish the job, a flashlight gleamed in the darkness and a deep voiced man shouted.
"Hello! Are you alright down there?!" A man shouted. It had to be Frederick Abberline! Head inspector of the Scotland Yard. I ran; Grell remained in the darkness. There would be no more ripping for a while. I couldn't do it with that close of a call. I would wait, maybe when I have a completely proven alibi I can try again. This will surely attract Ciel's attention though, If only he wasn't the Aristocrat of Evil. The Queen's watchdog, I don't know if I could face him in the dead of night, having been caught killing a guilty prostitute with my fake butler Grell at my side. I don't know how I would act. Would I yield?
"That was a close one darling! Let's return to the manor and make an alibi~ perhaps tomorrow we can visit Ciel again, that would surely make you forget about all this." Grell said.
"I guess you're right." I said. "He'll be moving into his townhouse soon, it's the season for the nobles to socialize." I said, "While he isn't the social type, he'll need to come into town if he is to investigate Jack the Ripper."
"Bloody Mary you mean darling." Grell said happily. I sighed but smiled.
"Yes, Bloody Mary," I looked at the black sky.
Why does this feel like an omen? Like I'm going to only have a few days to enjoy left?
"Let's get back to the manor as quick as possible." I said. Grell nodded and he picked me up and dashed off towards the Durless Townhouse.