A/N I spelled checked… but you know it just doesn't capture some errors…. Oh well, this may be the last chapter. I may add an epilogue, but for now, see this as the end.

Bloody Mary

V: Crimson Cataclysm

The blood splattered off the woman as she died a cruel, wonderfully cruel death, onto the face of the brat. Madame's face paled at the opened door, as the butler covered the boy's eyes. He vomited at the sight before him. Such a weakling! Ah, I do suppose I am used to this lavish shade of red after all though. It's perfect for everything.

But now, I'm afraid I'm completely sure how this will all play out. They will insist on our arrest. We will not yield; and thus the butler will act in the boy's protection. I have never battled a demon before, so I am not particularly sure who would win; but with the immortality of a god at my side how could I lose?!

But the madam, I fear she will be killed in the coldest of blood; no remorse as the aristobrat orders her death. The capture of Jack the Ripper. You're in the wrong place if you're looking for him! Bloody Mary is the only one here! Both of us…

I looked at Ciel with blood splattered across his face, vomit dripping from his mouth. I never meant to contaminate him like this; but as the guard dog of the queen; our meeting in a situation like this was only inevitable. That we would meet here, and neither of us would yield.

I assume Grell was fully aware that Sebastian was not human; and could see through his disguise with ease. I assume he did not tell me, as I would have taken actions that likely would have put us at greater risk; in an attempt to avoid the gaze of the dog and demon. It would not have worked.

There is no avoiding the devil.

But you cannot avoid Death either. These too all knowing inevitabilities looking down each other on this rainy black night, blood splattered across the ground; dripping off the face of an innocent who was pushed through hell and brought out with a black demon with the most tempting smirk. Death and A Devil, a battle that will surely not end; while the two mortals below these divine and demonic beings, face off despite similar blood flowing through are veins.

He looks so much like my sister; so much like the man I loved, my beloved; that it hurts! Why did he return and not them? That demon had something to do with it… why was fate chosen to go this way….?

I won't yield to him, at the same time, Sebastian, or whatever he truly is, will not yield to me. I watched as Grell pinned Sebastian to the wall with his death scythe. Even a demon is nothing compared to an armed god. As long as Grell's death scythe functions, we cannot lose.

I drew the knife, declaring loudly I would not yield as I attacked this boy; who was like a child to me. I pinned him to the wall, threatening him with the knife as he looked at me terrified, drenched in the rain in peasant clothing. Then I saw my beloved sister through him.

A mother does not harm her child….

I cannot do it! I can't hurt him he means so much to me. He's all I have left. I dropped the knife; it splashed along my heels as the rain poured down on me, hiding my tears. I trembled, feeling the demonic presence of Sebastian approaching me as Grell made a surprised yelp and the death scythe roared through the rain; the storm disguising it thundering.

I felt the demon behind me but Ciel shouted out. He saved me despite what I did. I threatened his very life; something he's had to have dealt with nearly losing so many times in his young life.

What would they think of me? Someone who would threaten to take her own family; a child who is her own in mind but not in blood? Lizzie would be horrified; Alexis, Frances, Edward, all of them would be ashamed to call me family. The Queen would surely look down on me.

"This Child is my-!"

With those words there was a dreadful pain and then everything slowly went calm and numb. A burden taken off my shoulders.

I drove my Death Scythe through the woman who had betrayed me.

"I'm so disappointed in you madam red! I can't say I care a shred… for the plain woman you've become." I tossed her away, her cinematic record pouring out of her wound. It played, the mortal brat not able to witness any of it; but butler Sebas-Chan could see it very clearly!

Her horrid life, what a pity. She could possibly be happy to have such a dreadful pain and burden lifted off her shoulders.

"The curtain has fallen on your cheap performance of 'life'." I said as I drew away her red coat, opting to wear it myself. She doesn't deserve to wear red! A woman carried away by emotions; the great crimson color doesn't suit you.

"Farewell… Madam." I slide my arms through the sleeves and slung the bloodied red garment over my elbows. It felt horrible to have wasted time and emotion on a woman whose colors left and bleed away in the night's rain. Right down the drain, beside the prostitute's blood.

The boy showed little emotion other than the cliché need to cover her body. Are you ashamed of this corpse before you! She has become a plain woman, but I decorate her with the greatest crimson again; just as she was when she shined in life.

"Hunt down the last one." The boy ordered to his injured demon cohort. I giggled at the thought, deciding to take out my irritation on the gorgeous man in the finest black clothing.

He, with the disadvantage of injury, tossed a crate at me with his leg. I simply cracked through it with my death scythe.

"Yours truly is in the foulest of foul moods at the moment!" I shouted. Sebas-chan vanished, reappearing atop my precious death scythe and attempting to kick my face. I dodged and scolded him for attempting to harm a lady's face.

In the end, Death Scythe was disabled and I knew that I was outmatched after that. I may be unbeatable when she functions, but I'm not very adept at close combat.

He beat me up. It was horrible! Even though I cannot die through those means, I still feel it. As Sebastian meant to kill me with my own precious death scythe, William came to save me! My darling, whom I thought hated me, came to my rescue.

But, upon him landing on my face, it appeared to me that he in fact, still hates me. Oh well.

I do love cruel men.