Sebastian's POV- We soon did make it back to the townhouse even through the storm that was raging like it wanted to destroy London. I was currently serving tea to the Young Master who was sitting at his desk with a look of pure concentration on his face. He had been plotting ever since last night when I told him of the events that accrued and my own failure in capturing the woman. I expected him to be furious but as I explained his eyes just grew bright and that small smirk grew on his face. I knew what it meant. It was the same one he had on when he ordered me to wash a mud covered Pluto. The look on his face was one one of amusement. When I asked him why he wasn't upset he just responded with simple logic. "Sebastian she will be working as an ally at the manor, and if she's as good as you described with us on missions. Why would I be mad that the person we're after is skilled in not only weapons but from what you told me in magic? We just need to be better. Now bring me some of the orange-moose cake from this morning and leave me to my thoughts." Ciel straightened and turned to me. "We just have to use her weaknesses against her. Both the assassin and the fortune teller told us that she doesn't kill the 'innocent'. So that means that if we put one of those people in danger she will intervene and you can capture her while she's distracted. Hopefully you can completely subdue her and bring her back here but I wouldn't count on it. We don't know the limitation of her magic and since I have never encountered a magic user before I'll trust in your knowledge and experience. Just corner her long enough for me to talk to her if it comes to that. She's killed every night for a month including the night you battled each other. I doubt tonight will be any different. Find the target for tonight and when their time is up. I will not allow failure a second time Sebastian." he said and his eyes turned cold. I just smiled and bowed as I walked away to complete my orders.

Assassin's POV- I sighed slightly at the drained feeling that always followed when I used too much of my magic. Manipulating the fog and all those physic readings yesterday took a lot out of me. I could still fight don't get me wrong but my level of magic had to be limited. If I over-strained my energy preforming magic it could destroy my from the inside-out. I walked the streets slowly once again searching for a simple waterlily. I spotted a gold one, my favorite. Climbing up the building, I read the note, and finding nothing wrong with it I placed down the queen of spades. This was going to be fun, I chuckled as power filled me thinking about my task. I sent the usual warning to my target, and watched with interest as many of his men left in fear, while others braced for the upcoming attack. Once night fell and the twelve hours had passed, I marched in. With my hood over my head and trusted swords at my side, I was ready for battle. The elaborate building was full of armed thugs, all of their weapons trained on me. With a high laugh I started. Twirling gracefully, slashing and stabbing, I realized there was a new and slightly familiar presents nearby but I was to ensnared in my work to care. I continued until my target, the McCoy mob, was exterminated. I was slightly disappointed by how easy it was, but prepared to leave anyway. That was when a knife hurdled it's self at me. I instinctively caught it by it's handle, inches from my eye. I laughed once more which echoed through the silent ballroom when I recognized what kind it was. The man 30 feet away from me had thrown a butter knife. It was so absurd and fitting for those to be the demon butler's choice of weapon. I jumped using my unnatural strength and landed in front of him, making sure my hood concealed my face and that my mask was secure. I tilted my head in a silent question as if asking why they were like last time. He was handsome I thought glimpsing his red eyes and pale face. I couldn't tell that two days ago when the fog had hidden him from my view. He then swung at me with alarming accuracy and I dodged it with a leap. I felt a dance start and I moved along to it. Before when I killed the mob I was doing a solo, now I had a partner. All we needed was some music. I summoned the melody in my head to fill the ball room. It took almost no magic on my part n their startled faces made it so worth it. The finely dressed man stopped in surprise then ran at me as if he never stopped. Doing a back-flip hand-stand (A.N Is that a thing? Well it is now) , I jumped away from him. I saw another one of his knifes come at me and I threw one of my own to reflect it. His landed in a wall, while my spade shaped one landed at the feet of Ciel Phantomhive. He didn't seem worried but that wasn't a surprise. What caught my attention was that the butler could have stopped it but didn't. Why? Wasn't he supposed to protect his master at all cost. The butler kicked at me in time for a resounding crescendo and to avoid it I stepped closer to the boy. Once more the demon showed no outward sign of concern. Every thing suddenly clicked as I realized that they were trusting in the fact that I had told them I wasn't going to hurt Ciel. I had to test out the theory. I leap to that I was standing inches away from Ciel with my sword drawn but he didn't flinch and seemed calm, almost bored. I had a plan but I couldn't end this too quickly, with it being such a fun source of entertainment. Another knife flew at me and the butler charged in my direction, all the while keeping a smirk on his face. I fell to the floor and used the silky material of my cloak to slide across the floor and under the demon. His eyes flashed fuchsia when I landed just behind the dead mob boss's body, directly in the middle of the huge room. Reaching into my cloak I pulled out the gold waterlily from earlier and placed it in the body gently. I really wanted to play with the two boys but the danger for me grew every second I stayed. I might be a little insane but I was not stupid. I raised another of my spade-shaped knives at the butler when Ciel jumped in the way. "You won't hurt me will you? I'm just a child after all." he said with a smirk. I spoke using a voice that made me sound old and wizened, "Child," I rasped "I see not child here just a dog." and I flung the spade. "Sebastian." Ciel said in surprise. Like I expected Sebastian had saved his master. My knife was firmly imbedded through his gloved hand that was dripping blood. "Better luck next time!" I chirped happily sounding this time like a child. I jumped the farthest yet so that I was standing by a large window. I bowed mockingly before I smashed through the large window. Glass glittered behind me as I launched into the night.

Ciel's POV- "Sebastian go after her and bring her to me alive! Other than that do what you need to do." I finished grimly. I was so confident that I was safe, that she wouldn't hurt me. Arrogance and pride would be my downfall. She didn't even hesitate to strike or jump out of the highest floor of the building. Her skill level showed up in her victims. The first time I saw one of her victims a few minutes ago I noted how the men were all killed with one stroke. They were all armed with the new-age automatics but they didn't seem to stand a chance. Their dead glassy eyes were full of pure terror. I also noted how little blood there was. I was told by Sebastian that it was a thing only the very experienced could achieve. It got me thinking. How old was the Queen's cat anyway? If she was a master swordsman didn't that mean that she was older? I shook off my thoughts and turned to the body five feet away from me. Walking up to it I looked at Jimmy McCoy the leader of the Irish mob. I had met him a few times before. When he arrived I gave him the regulations that I had placed to control mob crime in the underworld. He was a large red headed man who was well known for his explosive temper and intolerance for failure. I was going to see him again because he was on my radar once more and had to be dealt with. It seemed that wouldn't be a problem anymore. The man in question was stabbed right through the heart and was loosely holding a revolver in his hand, un-fired. The assassin had placed the lily on his chest and it's golden color was getting soaked in his blood, so that it looked maroon. She had used magic to make music fill the room. It still surprised me and I was made at myself for not being able to hide my surprised expression. Sebastian preformed the impossible everyday but he told me that his powers and the target's were different. He didn't tell me how exactly but it said something along the lines of "his magic feeds off of evil while her's is pure." and that "it has different advantages and drawbacks." The more I learned of this woman the more I thought of her as a useful pawn.

Assassin's POV- "Crap the demon is following me." I thought as I grabbed the top window ledge a flung myself upward so that I was now on the roof. It was then that I realized I wasn't alone. Cursing lividly I noticed the figure was in a bright red coat and red stilettos, holding a chainsaw. Almost sighing with relief a ran to her and when I was close enough shouted "Big Sister!"

Sebastian's POV- I watched as the girl I was supposed to capture sprint to non other than the retched reaper Grell. "Please tell me that the girl does not know this thing." I repeated that over and over in by head, but to my dismay she practically tackled it after shouting "Big Sister." Grell look from me to the person hugging him and back again. "Oh it's you Sweetie, it's been months. Everyone has missed you even grumpy Will. How are you doing? Is mean old Bassy trying to hurt you?" The assassin nodded mutely like a child still clutching the reaper. My eyebrow twitched at the nickname Bassy and the turn this situation was taking. "You know this person Grell?" I inquired hoping to get more information on the woman. "Of course she is practically my little sister. She lived with me in the Reaper Department for over a year and it the cutest little assassin in all of England. Right now I'm on another mission to gather the souls of the men below. Nothing could make a sister prouder than to watch her little sis grow up and mercilessly kill people. And you my dearest Bassy," he said pointing the chainsaw at me "were trying to hurt her! I don't care how beautiful you are, that can not go unpunished." With that he lunged at me. As I dodged I saw the girl bow once mockingly in our direction and disappear off the side of the building. I sighed exasperated. This was going to get even more annoying and meddlesome than I hoped it would be. I kicked Grell in the head and with a few punches to the ribs and face he was dealt with. I jumped over the side trying to catch sight of her, but she was know where to be found. The streets of down town London were abandon at this time of night, even the vilest criminals were asleep. It should have made it easier to sense her soul, yet the only living thing withing a mile was the almost dark brown cat perched on the sidewalk gracefully. The urge was to great. Unable to resist myself I walked up to the perfect creature and picked it up. It looked at me with a cross of annoyance and hatred in its deep blue eyes. It was strange because most cats loved me. I dropped it in surprise and it quickly scampered off in a shiny flash of almost black not unlike a shadow. I straitened my jacket and was about to complete my order when I heard sound of a chain saw and the shirking words. "Sebas-chan you didn't think you could have gotten rid of me so easily, did you? It's time for you to except that we are just star-crossed lovers going against the world. Now embrace me you sexy thing you." With those extremely disturbing words he launched himself at me. Since I was probably going to loose the trail of the target by now, I could waste as much time as I wanted taking my anger out on this red abomination. With a smile I met up with him half-way.

Assassin's POV- I would have died laughing if I wasn't so tired from using my remaining magic on turning my self to a cat. It was the safest way of evading that butler. Although I loved Grell, from what she told me, her Bassy always beat her quickly. I wasn't going to chance it and hope that the red haired reaper would defeat him. My suspicions were confirmed when the demon in question picked me up. It confused me as to why he would do this but he didn't seem to recognize me. As I headed to retrieve my paycheck I decided that I was going to send Grell a fruit-basket and that I was going to end this once and for all. The Guard dog had to go.


Sorry if this chapter seemed rushed. Do the usual stuff. Remember that reviews fuel my disturbed heart. :) Well Peace out.

Assassin: Wait your just going to leave and what about making me act like a pansy, Huh? I hate that arrogant demon. Why would I think he's handsome?!

Me: It does say romance for the genre right? Yeah I thought so. I had to start someplace.

Sebastian: Why did I have to fight Grell, and why for the love of Satan, is he still here?

Me: Because I love Grell and like to torment you. Also I should mention that the Assassin considers Grell a girl because she's really good friends with the reaper. But Sebastian thinks of Grell as a guy.

Assassin: How many more times am I going to run away from these guys? Can't we get on with the actual story already?

Me: I promise that the next chapter is when it all ends. It also will probably be the longest chapter yet and will take me a few weeks to write. Bye.