Aurthors Note: here it is! Chapter 3! be happy and review! woot

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Chapter 3: His Sister, A Murderer

I sipped my tea. "So how long will it take for Sebastian to return?" I asked Ciel.

Ciel only smirked. "Oh he will be returning soon."

I gave him a questionable look as Grell poured more tea into my cup.

Just at that moment, Sebastian walked strait into the door with a list in his hands.

Grell looked at him adoringly with a big smile and flushed cheeks. He then jumped and hug Sebastian while shouting, "SEBAS-CHAN!"

I just blinked a few times. "Sebas-chan?" I turned to Ciel. "That was quick."

"Well, I am one hell of a butler," Sebastian said after peeling off Grell. He handed the list to Ciel. "I found out that every victim has had a connection with the deaths of each member of the Vendetta household. The list is the name of each and every victim. I have also a list of who the possible murderers could be." He took out a small sheet of paper and cleared his throat. "The suspects are, Bruce Othello Colet, a trustworthy butler of the household that was considered to be family, whom also seemed to be pretty skilled when it came to cross-dressing. Charlotte Elizabeth Reid, a German investor who was known to be romantically involved with Donovan Cerulean Vendetta, son of the household's Head, Leland Arsenic Vendetta. Theresa Alexandra Facinelli, a young heiress engaged to Sir Luciano Scarlet Vendetta's first born son, Gemini Maroon Vendetta. Chigasu Ohgi, a young Japanese maiden whose family was well known for trading with the Vendetta household. Alison Lois Rivers, a young woman known for her affairs with Luciano's second son, Logan Ivory Vendetta. And the last remaining household member," he smiled malevolently at me, "Serene Violet Vendetta."

All eyes in the room turned to me. My eyes only widened. "Me? I'm a suspect?" I asked innocently. I turned to Grell who seemed to have a frightened look on his face.

Sebastian kept smiling and said, "Why yes, Serene, you appear to be. Now that I think back to a comment you made a few days ago, yes you are most definitely a suspect."

Ciel turned to me and said, "Serene," in a shocked tone. When I looked at him, he seemed hurt. "Please tell me you didn't."

I looked away and faked a smile. "Oh, brother, you don't really see me to be capable of such a thing, do you?" I asked chancing to glance at him.

Sebastian looked at Grell and said, "Well isn't this just similar to something else. Yes I know we've seen this before."

"I'm sorry to say this, Serene, but you wouldn't be a suspect if you weren't capable of the task," Ciel said in almost a whisper. "Sebastian, search Serene's bedroom for any weaponry and confiscate it."

Sebastian bowed and said, "Yes, My Lord." He then dart off.

"You can search all you want and you won't find anything. I am not the murderer. Don't you trust me, Ciel?" I looked at him with hurt in my eyes.

He turned away and said, "Not at the moment."

Sebastian then returned. "I searched every nook and cranny and still have yet to find any evidence that Serene is the murderer."

Ciel sighed. "If only it didn't have to come to this. Sebastian, frisk her."

"What!" I shouted.

"And, only if you have to, strip search her," he said with a strong voice.

I was scared as hell but I knew Ciel wouldn't let anything happen to me and plus if I ran away, it would only look much more suspicious.

I felt humiliated. I was standing in the office in front of Grell, Ciel, and Sebastian in my underwear. Not to mention there was a pile next to me of daggers, pocket knives, razors, needles, and some piano strings. Oh and of coarse my machete was in the hands of the demon himself. My lovely, sharp, blood stained machete. He also made me remove all the straps I had on to keep my weapons on me.

Ciel just stared at me. "Serene...."

Grell chuckled. "My my, I have never seen so many weapons on a person at once. I knew you were good, Serene, but not that good. How is it that you always seem to-"

I shot him the deadliest of glares. It kept him quiet.

"Serene...." Ciel said in a whisper. He looked away from me, got up, and walked out of the room.

Sebastian fallowed him out.

I turned my attention to Grell. He just laughed a bit and said, "Hmmm, Serene, I can see why Bruce-"

"Shut the fuck up, right now! Just shut the fuck up!" I shouted before I got redressed. I then walked out of the room. "Grell, are you coming?" I asked, turning back to him.

Grell nodded and came up behind me, fallowing me out of the room.

I walked to my bedroom with him on my tail. "Grell, I'm leaving. You can stay, I don't care, but I'm leaving before they turn me in," I said gathering what little things I owned. It all fit in one duffel bag. "If you do stay, expect me to be returning for my machete. I am not leaving it here for long. And I will get it back."

Grell only nodded.

I walked out of my room, down the hall, down the stairs, and out the door. Without looking back, I just continued walking.

After a few days alone in my once holy home, I decided it was long enough of a wait and I was going to get my machete back. I sat up in the coffin I had been asleep in and looked around at my lovely decorated room. There was a rose painted on the ceiling, a strawberry on the floor, and stars and crescent moons all over the wall. All of this was of course painted in blood.

I walked down from the attic and out the backdoor. I wasn't used to roaming around the alleys without my machete but I knew some Martial Arts so I'd be fine. That was until I heard a noise coming from behind me. It sounded like a low laugh. Then a voice.

"Ah, Serene, how nice it is to see you again my dear."

I knew that voice anywhere. I turned around. "Bruce...."

He only smirked. "Why hello, my love. Isn't queer we run into each other like this?" He was staring at me like he was going to eat me, and I hoped to God it was just a look and he actually wasn't going to. He laughed and stepped closer to me. He said, "Why, it's been so long that we've seen each other like this. And I can tell by the look on your face you haven't a weapon to protect yourself with."

I backed up, only to run into a wall. I gulped. Yup, this was a horrible idea. "Bruce, please, not now, please..." I whispered.

"Please? So you are begging? You must really want to go through with this, ahhn?" He laughed even more and walked closer. His body was now pressed against mine. I went to punch him, he held both of my wrist up against the wall with one hand, no problem. His body was too close to mine for me to be able to kick him, too. It was hopeless. I was hopeless, at least without Aka-chan, my machete. Bruce slid his free hand up my dress and pulled down my undergarments.

I closed my legs tight along with my eyes. This couldn't have been happening. No, not again.