Chapter Ten:
It's raining. Isn't that lovely?
I wandered the lonely streets of London, quietly muttering to myself. At least, until I heard a familiar voice.
"Listen when I'm talking to you!" I crept over to the alley where I Heard Ciel. He was sighing as Sebastian cradled a cat. I held back a giggle. So the demon had a thing for kitties, huh? I bet Undertaker would-
I was interrupted by a cry for help that made me jump.
Literally jump.
Onto a building.
I hissed as my back hit the cold roof. Still, I was grateful that it was a flat roof. Who know what would've happened if the roof wasn't?
I sat up, shivering as a cool night breeze hit my wet arms. I wrapped the cloth around my shoulders in a desperate attempt to shield myself.
"You've made quite a bloody mess of things in there, Jack the Ripper. Or shall I call you-Grell Sutcliff."
"No. No, you're wrong. I heard her cry for help and tried to come help, but-"
"You can drop the innocent act, Grell. It's over. You know, this is the first time I've met someone like you posing as a butler. You've played it well, seeing as you've had almost everyone fooled." Sebastian said.
"You, you really think so?" Grell asked. Curiosity clung to me as I crawled over to the edge to peak over. Grell was covered in blood, Sebastian was holding Ciel back, covering his eyes.
Grell grinned, showing two frighteningly familiar rows of sharp teeth. "How kind of you to say that. That's really great to hear, you know? After all, I am an actress." Grell said, running a comb through his brunette hair, turning a dark shade of crimson. He replaced the black frames with red ones with a skull chain.
"Of course, you're not really Sebastian, are you?" he asked, pulling on a pair of brown leather gloves.
"Sebastian is the name my Master gave me," Sebastian stated coolly. "So that is who I am, for now."
"Ah, you're playing the role of faithful dog? Well, you're handsome enough to get away with it. Anyway, here we are Sebastian. Actually, I'll call you Bassy."
"Let me introduce myself: I am the Barnette Butler, Grell Sutcliff. What do you say, let's get along?" Grell added, blowing a kiss to the other butler, who slightly gagged in result.
"You know? It's so nice to talk to you in my true form. Though I must admit, I was surprised at first to meet a demon playing the role of a butler."
Demon...so that's why Ciel has a demon marking on his eye. He made a contract with Sebastian.
"Same here. I never thought I'd see someone of your kind playing the role of a butler either. You're supposed to be neutral, a being between man and god. A Grim Reaper." Sebastian said bluntly.
I narrowed my eyes at the red head. Ohh, if only William was here right now.
"Why would a divine being like yourself pretend to be a servant?"
"Why? Well, let's just say it was out of love for a certain woman." Grell stated.
"And she would be-"
"You don't really need to ask, do you?" another voice interupted. Ciel removed Sebastian's hand to look into the eyes of his aunt.
Talk about ironic.
"Madam," Ciel gasped.
She shrugged slightly. "I didn't plan on this happening. I didn't think anyone would be able to tell who Grell truly is.
Ciel wiped his mouth. "You know, naturally, you were on the suspect list from the start." Uh huh, I'm sure she was.
Her face softened the slightest bit. "Really? You suspected your own aunt?"
"I was looking for a murderer. The fact that you're related to me doesn't matter. Nobody on the suspect list could've been responsible for all the murders. However, if one of them had an inhuman accomplice, it would change everything. Someone who could enter and leave a room without being noticed. Someone who could travel great distances in a small amount of time. In the end, you two were the only ones who could've been Jack The Ripper. You, Madam Red. And you, Grell Sutcliff."
Ciel continued. "Other than the fact that all but one were prostitutes, I considered the fact that they had all undergone a certain operation at the hospital where you worked at: an abortion." I noticed that Madam Red stiffened at the word. "I made a list off all the patients, and all but one had been eliminated. A woman by the name of Mary Kelly. I suspected that if we waited here, you would come for her eventually. Sadly, we were too late." Ciel's poker face faltered a bit when his mind thought back to the dead woman.
"My darling nephew, how unfortunate this turned out to be. Maybe if you had let it go, we could've played chess again. But now, you've taken everything from me!"
My breath caught in my throat as a familiar sound echoed in the still night.
Grell's chainsaw.
He had attempted to attack Ciel, but Sebastian blocked him, hold the weapon by the flat surface, the blades dangerously close to his face. Pushing it away, Sebastian maneuvered his body in a way to shield Ciel.
"What the heck is that?!" Ciel asked.
"Grim Reapers use tools in order to harvest souls. That is his death scythe." Sebastian explained.
"Don't you dare call it that! I worked so hard to personalize it, therefore it is so much more than a common death scythe!" Grell yelled. I would've rolled my eyes if I wasn't so scared.
"I've been FAR too well-behaved. I'm getting out of shape. I would love to sharpen my skills. So shall we play?" He blew another flamboyant kiss in Sebastian's direction.
His eyebrow visibly twitched in annoyance. "I would ask that you would be a bit more respectful of my position. I am on duty after all."
"Aww! What a stoic man you are! That makes you even more irresistible!" He cried. "You know, red is my favorite color. It's perfect for practically everything! So, I painted all those girls with pretty, pretty red blood. Now Bassy, I'll make you even better-looking than you are now. I will tear you up from the inside, and trust me, I'm gonna make you like it. Almost like scattered rose petals." he winked.
Sebastian turned away. "You're a Grim Reaper, and your job is to quietly harvest the souls of the dying. And as a butler, your job is to follow your master like a shadow. You have violated both of these expectations, and frankly, I find it sickening."
Grell grinned. "Oh my dear Bassy, you wound me! I'm more deadly efficient than I seem." Grell made a strange sign with his two middle fingers bent, holding up his index finger, pinkie, and thumb.
Ciel removed his eyepatch. "In my name and that of the Queen, I command you, Sebastian. Put an end to them."
Sebastian's eyes grew pink and slitted. "Of course, my young Lord." he said, pulling off his glove with his teeth.
I had a feeling that tonight was just not my night.