Currently doing the outline of the plot, so hmm. . It might be another week and a half before I post another chapter. Fighting scenes aren't my forte, either. . So uhm, don't expect much out of this chapter.

Looked this over once, like always, and if there are any mistakes then. . I personally don't really care.

Natasha stared at the ceiling, unblinking. Although the rain had died down, she couldn't sleep. Her father hadn't come to her bedroom to say goodnight after putting Ciel to bed, and that annoyed her.

She heard the creaking of a door and two pairs of silent footsteps. Natasha narrowed her eyes, I knew wearing my clothes to bed was a good idea, she thought as she laced on her boots. How dare they try to leave without me.

After grabbing a hooded cloak for herself, Natasha was out the door, in hot pursuit of her boss' tail. Sebastian and Ciel had traveled into the labyrinth of streets in London, but that wasn't going to deter the little demoness.

It began to rain lightly.

"Where am I?" she asked herself. Their scents disappeared, washed away with the water and she could only assume that her father had carried Ciel to their destination. She growled in frustration and punched the brick house, among many where she had ended up. "Bloody hell," she hissed and jumped on a random roof.

It didn't take much longer before she found them. Natasha stayed quietly in the shadows of a house, a good twenty feet away, watching the scene before her. "I didn't think I'd ever see a demon butler," Grell cackled. She was surprised to notice her friend was covered in blood, though she was sure it wasn't his.

"Same goes for you. You had mostly everyone fooled, Grell Sutcliff," Sebastian stated. "A divine being such as you, in service to a human. It's unheard of."

Grell retrieved a comb from his back pocket and released his brown ponytail. "A certain lady over there stole my heart," he motioned towards the inside of a dark house, while putting on fake lashes. "She took me along for a very fun, very red, very bloody ride."

Faintly, Natasha could see a dead woman at the end of the alleyway. . And next to her, walking with her head held high was, "Madam Red." Ciel stared his aunt in the face. "Naturally, you were first on my list, but your alibis were flawless and the only other person left to blame was the Viscount. Your victims had nearly everything in common. They were prostitutes. They were young and pretty. . And they had gone to you for a certain operation. "

She glared at him, "You had actually suspected your own aunt? That's rude, Ciel."

"Relations don't matter to me when it comes to the orders given to me by the queen," he replied. "My task was to find Jack The Ripper and put an end to him. We made lists of your patients and realized Mary Kelly was the only one left alive. We knew you were bound to come after her, as well." He gazed at the dead woman and sighed, "It seems were were too late, though."

"I could have coddled you again," Madam Red answered sarcastically. "But you got in my way!" She screamed.

Ciel didn't seem affected by her at all, "Sebastian, put an end to them."

"Right away," he replied, and began to run towards Madam Red. He was intervened by Grell. Damn.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Grell wagged his finger at the demon. "You aren't touching a single hair on her head, Bassy. You'll have to get through me, and let me tell you; I'm not one for child's play."

Natasha's eyes widened at the sight of the loud machine in his hands. It was a blade, but it moved ferociously and it was rimmed with smaller, sharper, knife-like blades. "W-What is that thing?" Ciel yelled.

"I can only assume it's his death-psyche," Sebastian answered, holding the blade between his hands. It had almost cut through him, but luckily he caught it just in time.

Grell pushed the thing towards him harder. "I customized it myself," he boasted. "Lovely, isn't it? She's efficient, deadly and all mine! No other grim reaper has one remotely as good as this one." He laughed and winked at Sebastian, "There's no coming back after I kill you with her, I forgot to mention. Start saying your prayers now, because I'm sending you both to hell."

Natasha almost flinched as she watched Madam Red choke Ciel up against a brick wall, with a large knife in one hand. "Why did you have to stick your nose where it didn't belong?" she yelled, tightening her hands around Ciel's throat. "You'll have to die for that, I'm afraid."

"Why?" he asked, struggling against her. "Why did you kill those women? You're a doctor! Your job was to save people-"

The rain pounded down heavier.

"A little bastard like you would never understand!" she screamed. "I lost everything! Everything I wanted, they had! They had it and they threw it away!" Madam Red raised the knife in her hand and aimed to stab Ciel, her face showing despair.

"Master!" Sebastian yelled, eyes widened. He managed to escape Grell's death-psyche and was breathing heavily. His right shoulder was damaged and bloody, but he was alive.

Before anyone could make sense of what happened, Madam Red was on the ground, her knife was stained with fresh blood. She was staring at the intruder with eyes of pure astonishment.

"I'm sorry," Natasha apologized, her eyes scanning over Ciel's arm, examining the cut inflicted by Madam Red. "I was a little late, but that tiny scratch shouldn't be too much of a problem for you." She moved her eyes to her father, "You should be good as new by tomorrow morning."

Ciel stared at her, "What are you doing here?"

Natasha's eyes narrowed at him and she handed him her hooded cloak, "I had to follow you! You really shouldn't keep secrets like this from me, you know." She watched as Grell helped Madam Red to her feet. "And you two turned out to be a bunch of liars."

"So, the sweet little girl is a demon, too," Grell sighed, running a hand through his red hair. "Figures. The only kid I actually like, and I have to kill her."

"A demon?" Madam Red whispered, "Her?"

Ciel narrowed his eyes and ripped the bandage that covered his right eye away. "Sebastian, I order you to finish them off once and for all, in my name and in the name of the queen." Natasha watched as her father's eyes flashed magenta and he removed the glove that hid his contract mark.

He smirked at the reaper, "Yes, my lord."

"Oh? Were you holding yourself back, Bassy?" Grell squirmed, "You're so modest when handling women!" He blew Sebastian a kiss, "That's such an endearing quality in a man. Too bad it won't save you now. You are quite attractive, though."

"But you are a man, too!" Natasha hissed, pushing Ciel behind her. "My father doesn't need to be modest when he beats the shit out of you and neither do I."

Madam Red stood in front on Grell, "Don't. I-I don't want any of them to get hurt."

He gazed at her blankly. "Why not? They found us out, my darling. We can't let them get away."

"Ciel," she said tearfully. "He looks so much like my sister. I loved her so much." Her voice cracked, "I loved her husband and I loved their son, too. I can't do it! I can't."

Grell sneered irritably at her. "Are you really doing this to me, right now? After killing all those women, with such ease, might I add, you can't kill this little brat? Don't you understand that if you don't get rid of him, he'll get rid of you?"

She shook her head, "No! I won't do that to my beloved-" Madam Red didn't get the chance to finish her sentence. Grell had impaled her with his psyche. It went straight through her torso.

"Honestly, that was a disappointment. You were doing so well, my beautiful lady. I had much higher hopes for you," Grell sighed and pulled the object from her body. "I won't waste my time with you anymore, though. We're through."

An array of images flashed out of Madam Red's wound. "Is that her cinematic record?" Natasha asked, feeling a great deal of sorrow for the woman in crimson. I actually liked her. Yeah, I was mad just now, but I didn't want her to die.

"My, my. You're a smart girl, aren't you?" he praised her happily. "Well, yes. This is her life and it's my job to decide whether she lives or dies, depending on the events she's been through."

The four of them watched Madam Red's life flash before their eyes. They saw her and her sister grow up together. They saw her as a low-esteemed teenage girl, whose confidence grew from Vincent Phantomhive. How devastated she was at Rachel and Vincent's engagement, but also how happy she felt for them. Every significant thing that happened in her life was at their complete and utter disposal.

"She was in love with your daddy," Grell taunted Ciel. "Don't you feel rather loathsome towards her, now?"

But the record wasn't finished. Natasha, Ciel, Sebastian and the reaper watched as the young Angelina Durless became the flamboyant Madam Red. They saw how she came to love another man, how she married him and how she even conceived a child with him. She had been so excited to have that child. They witnessed the death of her husband from that fatal accident that would scar her life and ultimately force her to commit murders, and how the doctors had performed an abortion on her, thoroughly removing her uterus, to save her life.

Ciel glared at the reaper, but remained silent.

Madam Red's cinematic record continued to demonstrate the events that impacted her life. They witnessed her reaction at coming upon the burning manor, where her sister and her brother-in-law had died. Then, their funerals. The women who had been murdered by Jack The Ripper were all shown coming to her for surgeries to remove unborn children from their wombs. Grell became featured after the first murder. Then came Ciel's reappearance with Sebastian.

Events leading to the present came next. She uttered her final words, gazing at Ciel, "I-I'm sorry." She died with her eyes open, tears streaking down her pale cheeks. Her nephew removed Natasha's cloak and put it over his aunt, after closing her eyes.

Natasha put her hands on her hips and glowered hatefully at the reaper, "If you loved her so much, why would you kill her like this?!"

"I did love her," he grumbled. "But what's a girl to do? I got bored with my job and Madam Red produced an enormous amount of excitement, and now all of a sudden she's not fun anymore." He frowned, "Don't think our time together as friends was a lie, though!" He smiled at the little girl, "I actually enjoyed your company, Natasha."

"Yeah? I hope you enjoy losing my trust, as well," she hissed. "I thought you were the innocent, clumsy butler who I could complain to. You turned out to be a disappointment, too. You lied to me!"

Grell shrugged and began to walk away, "I'll earn your trust again someday, I promise."

Ciel sighed heavily and gazed into his butler's eyes. "Sebastian," he said, "I thought I ordered you to finish them off. There's still one half to go."

"Yes, of course."

"Hey!" Grell shrieked, pointing his psyche at Sebastian and Ciel. "I was going to let you two walk away scot free, since I actually started to feel bad about all this, but now I changed my mind!" He ran towards Natasha's father and luckily, Sebastian dodged the reaper's cut. "Will we never resolve our differences, Bassy? We have a child we need to think about now."

Sebastian shuddered, "The way you say it, is revolting. Don't you dare make it sound like she's your's!" He leap through the air, aiming for Grell's face and missed. The red-haired man had ducked at the very last second.

"I figured we could play nice in front of the child," Grell gushed and winked. "I would bear you many more children, if you'd only let me, Bassy!" Then he frowned, "I can't believe you would try to kick a lady in the face, though! Not very gentlemanly-like, at all!"

Once again, Sebastian tried another kick and once again, Grell dodged it. "Do not speak such obscenities in front of my daughter," he growled, starting to get agitated and aiming to punch the reaper.

They both flipped and were standing on opposite roofs. "Give this up and I could make it worth your while, Bassy."

"I belonged to the young master the instant we forged a contract. My time became his and I wouldn't dare waste it, especially not with the likes of a grotesque being such as yourself."

Natasha and Ciel watched from below. "Well, at least the rain cleared up." She was quiet for a moment and then proceeded to explain everything she knew about the situation to Ciel. "Grim reapers are the intermediaries between the living and the dead," she murmured. "They're fast and strong. Their weapons are deadly. A blow from a reaper-psyche could be fatal, even for a demon. I never would have imagined seeing a fight like this one up close, not to mention my father is one of the participants," she laughed. "I'm actually kind of worried."

"Don't be." Ciel then acknowledged the fight, "He might be fast, but Sebastian's faster. He might be strong, but Sebastian's stronger. I'm willing to be your father is humoring that chickenshit before he finishing him off completely."

"Or maybe he doesn't want to get wounded by that thing Grell is using," Natasha said, defending her father. Then she giggled, "Chickenshit?" She stared at her boss in the moonlight. "You know, I've never heard anyone use that term before."

"You revolting bastard," Sebastian hissed, missing Grell's attack. "Why don't you put down your weapon and fight me hand-to-hand?"

Grell pouted and wagged a finger at the demon, "Ladies do not resort to their fists. And also, must you be so cold towards me? I hope you understand that your rejection just makes me hotter, Se-bas-tian."

He shuddered again, If Charlotte were here, you'd have been dead long ago. "I have a child, do you think I want to be away from her, to pursue you?"

"Pursue me?" Grell asked, making another slash with his psyche, "You already have me," he grunted.

Natasha grinned and said aloud, "On second thought, I'm actually kind of excited to see this. I've only read about fights between reapers and demons, I imagine it will turn into a bloodbath soon."

"And how do these fights usually turn out?" Ciel asked, staring at the two adults attacking each other. Grell narrowly missed a hit with his psyche.

"Fifty-fifty," she murmured. "I repeat, reapers are fast, insanely strong and they have their weapons to help them out. Demons don't usually carry things like that around." She laughed, "Those psyches are deadly and Grell's looks plain dangerous! I guess I feel a little more nervous about this, than I thought. "

Ciel snorted, mimicking her, "I repeat, don't be. That red-haired asshole has zero chance against Sebastian. "

She stared at him in the clouded moonlight, thankful the rain had stopped and asked, "How are you so sure?"

He shrugged, "Your father really wants my soul. He's free to have it, too. As soon as I get my revenge, it's all his. Of course, there are many obstacles he has to overcome," He motioned towards the men again, "Like that."

Grell was starting to get winded, "Why don't you just let me kill you and get it over with?"

"Never," Sebastian stated and ran toward him again. Grell took that as his chance to successfully land a blow across Sebastian's chest. Blood spurt from the demon's mouth, as well as his wound. Eyes opened wide, Sebastian's cinematic record leap from the damaged part of his body.

"You're bound to have the most interesting one of them all," Grell purred. "I want to see your secrets, Bassy." The record showed Sebastian's everyday life at the manor, much to Grell's chagrin. "What the hell is this?!" he shouted, angrily. He turned his attention down below, "I'm coming after you next, you little runt!" he screamed, looking directly at Ciel.

That easily? Natasha thought to herself, My father was taken down, that easily? There's no way! There's no fucking way that that just happened. Her eyes widened and immediately, she pushed Ciel behind her. "Well," she sighed. "That means I have full access to your soul now, so I guess I should protect you from him. I'll have to be mean, though."

The reaper leap down and laughed at her statement, "I have no intention of killing you, my dear. Besides, you're a little too young to fight the likes of me, at least for now. Hand over the human and there won't be anymore blood spilled tonight."

Natasha narrowed her eyes at him and by chance, a dark shadow caught her eye. She stood up straight and took hold of Ciel from behind her, "It seems I've made a mistake. I won't be the one fighting you today." The blue-eyed teen stared at her questioningly, but she shook her head at him.

"Smart girl," Grell answered, walking forward. The clicking of his heels echoed throughout the small alleyway. He was ten feet away from them when Sebastian landed perfectly, right in front of the reaper. He grabbed Grell's long, red locks and tossed him to the right, "Now that you've gotten that cinematic record bullshit out of your system, I hope we can finish this."

Grell stood up and hauled his psyche in the air again, "Yes. And this time, I'll make sure to hack off all your limbs."

Sebastian sighed, "That won't happen, I'm afraid. Congratulations, though, you've actually made me turn to my last resort."

"So now you're really going to get serious with me?" Grell smirked, "Oh, I knew you went soft on the ladies, Bassy! I'll miss you dearly, goodbye, now." He made to slit Sebastian's torso again with his loud weapon, when suddenly its cries were halted. Grell flinched as Sebastian grabbed a hand-full of his hair again and slammed his face into a chimney. "W-What?" he squirmed in Sebastian's hold and glowered at his psyche. "What did you do?!"

"I had to use my favorite tailcoat to entangle the gears of your machine," Sebastian answered sorrowfully. "It was a gift from the young master and now, it's ruined." He turned to Grell and said, "You'll have to disassemble the entire thing to get the fabric out. It was made of the finest quality Yorkshire wool and I certainly didn't want to destroy it for something like this."

Grell glared at him silently, "I can't believe you did this to me! Do you know how long it took me to design her exactly how I wanted?!"

"I don't care," Sebastian smiled, cracking his fingers. "Shall we continue using fists?"

"Erm," Grell mumbled, crawling away from the demon. "Perhaps, another time." His hair was grabbed once again and he insisted, "Fine, fine! J-Just. . Don't. . Not my face, please!"

Sebastian didn't answer him, and with full force, punched the reaper in the face. Repeatedly. He attacked Grell with intervals of kicks, punches and, on occasion, bites.

"Are you sure these fights are fifty-fifty?" Ciel asked Natasha. "Those odds don't seem fair, not that I'm complaining or anything."

She bit her lip in wonder, "Supposedly they're half-and-half. I'm not so sure anymore, though. My dad's beating his ass really badly. ."

"How shall I finish him off?" Sebastian called out to them, holding Grell up in the air. His face was scratched, bruised, and bloodied, just like the rest of his body. Sebastian gave the children a happy grin.

The two spectators looked at each other and discussed Grell's punishment in whispers. After a few short moments, Ciel nodded at his companion and Natasha shouted, "Kill him with his own psyche!"

Sebastian gave them an appraising grin, "That's devious. I like it." He kicked Grell onto the ground and easily ripped away his ruined tailcoat.

"I thought you said I'd have to take her apart?!" Grell whined, "And I told you; Not my face!" He panicked as he saw the engine of his psyche glint brightly and shouted, "I can tell you anything you want about the murders of that kid's parents!"

"Shut up!" Natasha yelled. "Take your death like a man!"

Her father pulled on a string attached to the machine and it roared back to life. He turned to Ciel and asked, "Are you sure you want me to kill him? Although it may seem unlikely, he's a divine being and his death will be a strike against your soul. Are you prepared for the repercussions he might bring along?"

Ciel glared at him, "Need I repeat my orders?"

"Very well, then."

Natasha chuckled and poked Ciel in the shoulder. "Well, at least now we know he's good for something."

"And what's that?" he asked, not entirely convinced that the reaper could be good at anything.

"He's good at screaming," she laughed and Ciel chuckled along with her. They watched as Sebastian raised the psyche above his head and slammed it down towards Grell. A loud clank was heard, along with an estranged yell and a huff of pure annoyance.

A long pole prevented Grell's psyche to hack into him. "Allow me to introduce myself," a snooty-voice echoed. "I am William T. Spears and have come to retrieve that reaper right there."

"Will, you came to save me!" Grell exclaimed happily. His happiness was soon overturned when 'Will' jumped directly onto his face. The man stood tall and proud. He looked utterly bored, though. His eyes were mossy green and his hair was dark brown and seemed to stay flawlessly in place.

He stared coldly at the red-haired man on the floor and opened a book. "Grell Sutcliff, you have violated many, many rules, such as unauthorized customization of your death psyche. The murders of people, not on the To-Die List and attempting to barter disclosed information to non-reapers, for your life. I'm here to take you away. You shall be detained and demoted." William then turned to Sebastian and bowed, "I apologize for the trouble this thing has caused tonight." Then he nagged irritably at the floor, "I never thought, in my entire lifetime, that I would have to ask for forgiveness from demonic filth like you." He grabbed Grell by the hair and started to drag him away.

Not one to let anyone talk to him that way, Sebastian chucked Grell's psyche at William mercilessly. "You might want to take that with you," he smiled. "I advise you to keep your little minions on a tighter leash next time around."

The reserved reaper had caught it with two fingers. Without turning to face the demon, he replied grudgingly, "Yes, much appreciated."

"William," Natasha called out, completely star-struck. "Will we ever see you again?"

The reaper scowled at the demon child slightly, "I do hope not." He disappeared into the shadows, with Grell in tow.

Natasha pouted, "That was mean." She turned to Ciel, "Right? That was mean, wasn't it? He didn't have to answer me like tha-" Ciel was pale. Paler than usual. "Hey, are you alright?" She put a hand to his forehead, "You're freezing!"

"How about we go home and I warm up a cup of tea for you?" Sebastian asked, coming to his master's side in an instant. "We wouldn't want you to get ill."

Ciel nodded, "Y-Yeah. Let's go." He swayed to the side and caught himself before he fell over Madam Red's dead body. Sebastian grabbed the boy by the arm and was immediately shoved away. "I'm fine," he said with finality, "Just a little tired. It's been a long night."

I bet he feels bad about his aunt, Natasha frowned. She was his only living relative from his mother's side, and they were so close. I know he's going to miss her.

"What are you waiting for?" Ciel yelled, from Sebastian's arms. "You're going to be left behind if you don't hurry your ass up. I'm about twenty minutes away from catching a cold! And I really don't need that right now!"

She glared at him. "Who do you think you are, that you can talk to me that way, huh? Come here, let me punch you in the face!" Natasha hollered, chasing her father all the way to the mansion.

Thanks for reading, everyone.