The witch

Grell now stood outside the witch's house. It was exactly like Grell remembered it, old, decay, no windows except for the little one at the attic. Otherwise it's only one door with a crow door knock. Grell lifted a hand hesitantly and knocked. He waited for an answer and he got more and more nervous. It's not like the witch is mean or evil, it's only that she makes you feel like she knew everything about you. Actually if it wasn't for her kind and loving voice you would believe she was just a ugly witch. But Grell knew better than to insult her, insult her and she will not go easy on you.

Grell didn't move when the door finally opened. The door opened slowly and behind it stood the witch. She was the ugliest thing you ever seen. A crooked broken nose, grey un-kept hair, a thin face with three scars, one on the left cheek, one over the nose and one on the right. She was dressed in a long, simple, black dress, holding a candle. Grell already knew who would be behind it, not like the last time.

When the door opened Grell felt like running away. Behind the door stood the ugliest thing he ever seen. Before he had any chance to act she grabbed his hand and said:

"Don't fear me my child, I will not harm you and don't judge me by my look, young woman."

Young woman, that's was the only words Grell needed to trust and love this old lady. After that the witch invited him to her home and they had fun talking girl stuff and drinking tea. But then they came into the forbidden subject, children. Well, Grell told her he wanted to give birth to a child and she offered him help. He took it and now he's back.

"Grell, how pleasant it is to see you." The witch said smiling at him.

"Good day, Lora, it's nice to see you too." Grell gave away a fainted smile, Lora looked at him worried. Even if he had fixed his hair and makeup, he couldn't fix his eyes.

"I know why you are here, come in." she opened the door so he could and he stepped into to the house.

The house is not as broken on the inside as it is on the outside. In fact, it is very fancy on the inside. Silk clothes furniture's and amazing paintings from different times, Grell suspect that some of them might be from the future.

He walked in and took a seat in the living room, in one of the big red chairs. The witch came after him and took the seat in front of him.

"So Grell how is the child?" the witch took up the pot that was placed on a table beside the chairs.

"Oh, she is fine and SO lovely. I love her so much." He first looked at the witch but then down at the floor. "I only wished her father felt the same."

"Now, now Grell, if William doesn't accept her it's his loss. Don't feel sad and tell me what it actually was you came to talk about." She handed him his cup and took her own one.

"You already know what I'm here to talk about." Grell said and took a sip of his tea.

"Yes, I do, but I like when people talk to me so go on." She also took a sip and then listened carefully. Grell took a deep breath.

"Well, Undertaker saw in his dreams that Wilma has a big part of the future. And I want to know why her, what will she do and will she get hurt?" Grell looked at the witch with worried eyes and when he saw how the witch changes from her lovely smile to an ugly frown, he got even more worried.

"I can't tell you what she will do or why her, but I'll promise you that she won't get hurt. She will not but maybe others will."

"What do you mean?" Grell had let out a sigh of relief.

"Well, she is only one part of what will happen, a big part, but only one and…" the witch interrupts herself and stood up, looking really serious. "Your child is in danger."

Grell stood up as well.

"What?"

"Go, Undertaker have kept her safe but he can't hold them off much longer by himself. Go, go!"

Grell ran out of the house, the witch still screaming to him to go. He ran past the forest and out on the road. He ran without looking where, the fear for his child was great and he wanted to get o her as fast as possible. But then he had to run into a carriage.

"Stupid!" he screamed to the driver and the passenger, not looking who it was.

"Was that Grell?" the driver said to the one in the carriage.

"I think so, he looked like he was in a hurry. Follow him." the passenger said.

"Yes, my lordo." The driver answered and hurried after the shinigami.

Grell ran into the streets of London, to Undertaker's shop, not knowing, nit caring that his fellow shinigamis watched him.

"What's up with Grell-senpai?" Ronald asked his boss.

"Don't ask." William answered in a monotone voice.

"But…"

"No buts, now come on!" he said and turned around.

"Well whatever he's up to he looked very worried." Eric said. William turned around again and watched his ex-boyfriend run out of the shop looking panicking everywhere.

…

Grell ran out of the shop and looked worried around. He hadn't noticed the other shinigamis and was only worried of his child. The witch's warning made him afraid and he feared for his child. The shop was in a mess, the coffins were broken and everything was a sign of fight. No sign of Wilma or Undertaker. When he ran in circles in the pouring rain, he heard a child scream. Grell ran towards the scream and hoped it wasn't too late.

Grell had found the source of the child scream and found Undertaker jumping on the roof tops chased by some demons. Grell summoned his death scythe and followed. He made it in time before a demon raised his claws to strike straight through Undertaker.

Grell cut off the demons hand in midair and placed himself between Undertaker and the demons. Grell looked at each of them and noticed that they didn't look nor acted like ordinary demons, but no time for thoughts like that.

"Stay away from my child!" he raised his chainsaw and stroke a hit to the nearest demon, but the demon caught it in one hand.

Grell tried to take it back but the demon was too strong. He didn't get it, it should have sliced him they are definitely not ordinary demons. The demon took it from Grell's hand and threw it far away so he couldn't reach it. Grell slowly backed towards Undertaker. Damn it! What should he do? He were surrounded, and they were about to attack.

Undertaker quickly gave Grell Wilma and summoned his scythe. He fought the demons but they were too many. But Undertaker didn't give up that easy, he strike down each demon one by one, but more and more demons showed up.

"Go Grell, go!" Undertaker shouted to Grell and Grell ran.

He ran away from the battle and even how much he hated to leave Undertaker alone with the strange demons, he had to get Wilma to safety. He ran to the next roof top, that's were another demon showed up and sliced Grell's arm. The demon took the child from Grell and smiled evil at the hurt Grell.

"No!" Grell shouted and Undertaker turned around to see what's happened.

He tried to get to Grell but the demons prevented him. Grell tried as well but he was hurt and didn't even get close. More demons came and helped the one who took Wilma. Grell had no chance to get his child back.

"Give her back!" he tried to scream to the demon, he only stared at him while his companions pulled him to the ground; he raised a clawed hand at Wilma. "NO!"

Right before the demon struck down, the demons holding Grell down were sliced to pieces. The demon stopped and looked at the cause of his companions deaths, Grell looked up as well. His eyes widen in shock when he saw Ronald, Erick and Allen standing with their scythes summoned in front of him.

"Tsk, don't you know you shouldn't attack a defenseless idiot transvestite?" Erick said to the demon.

The demon looked furious at him and showed his sharp teeth. Erick was just about to attack when more demons appeared and they had to fight them off. Grell tried hard to get to his child, but then the demon raised his hand again.

"No, don't!" he screamed and break through the demons and rushed to the demon.

He succeeded to ram the demon and took his child and ran as fast as he could with the crying and screaming child. But with his wounds, it wasn't fast enough. He jumped to another roof and ran but the demon got him. It pulled the child out of his hands and when Grell tried to get her back, he threw her off the roof.

"NO!" Grell cried out and tried to get out of the demons hands.

Grell cried and struggled against the demon. Just when he were about to give up, something or someone jumped at the demon and mashed him. Grell looked up and saw William, holding the crying Wilma.

"William." Grell said in both shock and relief.

Right when William were about to hand over Wilma to him, another demon attacked. William jumped back and so did Grell. Grell were pulled away by another one and William had to both protect the child and fight the demon. William saw that there was no way he could keep her safe here, so he fled. He jumped off the roof and on to another one. He jumped on roof top to roof top, and he noticed that the demons had started to follow him instead. He ran as fast as he could but the demons were fast. Just when the demons had caught up with him, William had one of the demons claws straight through his shoulder.

He fell but still keeping Wilma safe; he wouldn't let anything harm her. The demons surrounded him and even if the other shinigamis tried to help him, they couldn't get through them. The demons all raised their hands to struck down on him, killing both himself and the child. William covered the child with his body and hoped that it would be enough to save her.

When he waited for his end to come the demons screamed and he looked up. He couldn't believe his eyes. There in the rain stood no other than Sebastian, the entire cursed demon butler.

"It's not nice to attack weak shinigamis, don't you know that?" Sebastian said while smiling his sadistic smile.

The demons backed away a bit but once again went to attack. Sebastian chuckled a bit but fought them off easily. Even if the demons were stronger, they were not clever. Sebastian maybe weaker than them, but at least he knew how to fight. The shinigamis watched the demon fight and realized that the demons were only stronger and faster but they had no idea of how to fight. Now when they think about it, they could have easily killed them if it wasn't for the fear of the child's safety.

Many of the demons had died for Sebastian's hands and were now fleeing from him. Sebastian watched them ran away but then turned around to face William, who still were on the ground soothing the child.

"A child? Did I do all this for a child?" he said to himself, but then listened to what William said.

"It's okay, daddy's here. Daddy's here and he will not leave."

The child calmed down and Grell ran to him, hugging both William and Wilma. He smiled; he had finally made William like this child.

"You will be a great dad." He whispered into William's ear, William only smiled still rocking the child who had stopped cried and only whimpered.

"A shinigami child between you two? How is that possible?" Sebastian asked.

"Now can someone tell me what's going on here?" a voice from the other side of the roof. Everyone turned the head towards Earl Ciel Phantomhive. Ciel walked towards the crowed but were stopped by an old wrinkled hand. They all looked at the hands owner.

"Now, now calm down Earl, everything will be explained."

"The witch." Undertaker said.