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"That should do it," she said, clapping her hands together.

They were situated in the middle of Angelina's bed.

His long crimson hair had taken most of the night to part and braid, by the time she was done, the half of the length had already dried up. She used his red bow to tie off the end so that when he were to sleep, the hair would be neat in the morning. He sat in front of her, hands going to loose strands and adjusting them so that they would be out of his face.

"Thank you, dear Lady," he replied, smiling. It was nice to have someone else care for his hair for a change. The mirror across the room allowed him to see her handiwork and he praised her under his breath,"Such a careful pattern."

She heard him but decided that it was better to be quiet.

"As expected by hands as deft as yours." He turned around to face her hand take her hands, clasping them within his own and letting his thumbs caress her skin. "So soft, they are, milady."

A blush was suddenly smeared across her face and he smiled. It was adorable to see her soul suddenly come to life with such flattery and her heart impersonating that of a schoolgirl being treated by her crush. To give her more of something to remember, he brought them to his lips and gently kissed each finger, slowly; he made eye contact with her and she averted her gaze to look at the roaring fire in her fireplace.

When he bestowed the last kiss upon her pinky, he brought them to his cheek; he opened her palms so that she could cradle his head.

"Grell," she murmured, voice timid and telling him that she was uncomfortable.

She wore a white nightdress with sleeves, it was simple and pure, just as any other woman would wear to be modest. The fact that she was before a man who wore only cotton slacks made her slightly at an unease position, as if she were seeing a man's torso for the first time.

He was lean, muscular, and he had such a define form. Grell admitted to himself that he had the physical prowess of a lion but preferred to hide it away through a feminine persona. He noticed how her eyes were slowly coming to look at him, but not at his eyes; she was taking a rather long gander.

"What are you looking at?"

Her face snapped up. "Oh? Um, I feel tired now." She sped up her words. "Yes, very tired!"

He smirked at her and then released her hands, placing them into her lap before leaning to the side and taking a random shirt to wear. He buttoned up each but popped open the last three holes so that he wouldn't get too hot in the night. He crawled off the bed and she shifted around to be at the head of her mattress. She went under the covers as Grell began to blow out the candles around them, starting with the one furthest from her. By the time he doused all five, she was already laying under the sheets, watching him, even in the darkness.

"Well, I thank you for assisting me in my bathing, Angelina." He turned heel but her voice spoke out to him.

"Lay with me tonight, Grell, I don't want to...sleep alone. After all, you're my guest, you should be given the best of treatment."

In an instant, he dove under the covers, scooping her up in her arms, causing her to cry out in surprise. He laughed warmly and, once she had gotten a hold of the situation, she joined him. He was on his back, he nestled her on top of him, hands at her sides and keeping her snug in his hold. She giggled at this and rested her head upon his chest to listen to his heartbeat. He rolled to his side, just slightly, but maintained his hold on her while tangling his legs with hers.

Once the laughter quieted down, his arms were now around her, keeping her protected.

"Grell..."

"Hm?"

He adjusted the sheets so that it would cover the both of them comfortably.

"I don't know what I will do without you nor what I would have done if you were never here."

He pressed his lips onto the top of her head and breathed in her scent. "Let's not think about the choices you could have made, after all, with me, you live no more regrets. To you I may as well be the edge of your life." He kissed her again and cuddled her even closer but gave enough room for her to breathe. "Hesitation is what brings the fall of everyone."

She mumbled,"I was complimenting you."

Grell sighed. "I'm not worthy of your compliments, milady, now go to bed; you have work tomorrow."

-...-

She sipped her coffee and read the paper though she peered over the top to glance at Grell delicately eating his eggs. He stated that he wasn't worthy of her praise but it could be that he was a humble person. She read the front page briefly and then placed it on the table loudly for Grell to look over at her. His braid was undone but tied back into a ponytail as he resumed his disguise as her human butler.

His fork was still at hand but he put down his knife to reach over. He glanced at the servants and they all bowed before leaving, the door closed behind them and he quietly said,"We're on the paper again, Angelina." He read it with a gusto. "Jack the Ripper Strikes Again!"

"I'm sure we're changing London for the better, make all those whores stay with their legs closed and giving them an intensive to find some morals," she spat bitterly,"find a family and all that." She finished her drink. "You can ogle at the paper longer, as you said earlier, I must leave for work-"

"Let me come with!" He pipped up. She raised an eyebrow. The man never asked to come with her to work nor even bid farewell, there must have been a sudden change of things. He folded the paper neatly and wiped his lips, he drank the last of his coffee and clapped his hands twice; the servants came pouring in to clean the dining area. "I think it'll be quite educational."

"As much as I hate to summarize my the majority of my job, it is all paper-pushing and examining patients. Where is the education in all of it?"

Grell looked offended. "I'm curious to see how humans keep themselves alive in medicine nowadays. The last time I checked, doctors amputated anything they saw fit!"

"...we still practice that."

"Well, that's disappointing but that still won't stop me from following you-"

"No."

She rubbed her temples before getting up from her chair. She ordered her steward to ready her satchel and coat so that she may leave, though Grell got up as well and followed her to the front door. It was opened by the doorman as Grell was given the coat to place onto Angelina. She honestly couldn't focus on her job if Grell were to come with her despite the fact that he could as a naive man that seemed to be timid of the world around him. Despite his protests, she firmly ended the conversation with,"Fine, you can meet me there after work and we can go shopping! Is that satisfying?"

Grell suddenly beamed at her, his disappointed expression becoming that of a teenage girl being told she could be near a man. He squealed giddily and hugged her as she was given her satchel. He happily asked,"When will you get off today?"

"Perhaps after two, three-"

"Oh, I'll drive!"

The steward gave a weary look towards Angelina but she waved her hand at this. "Let him." She made eye contact with Grell. "But I will call you, alright?

He nodded excitedly, smiling even wider, until the door slammed shut before his face. In an instant, he frowned and turned away, looking to occupy himself with something in the manor. As he took a few steps towards the stairs, the steward coughed and Grell went to look at the aging man in black.

"What is it?" Grell asked sharply. In response, a batch of letters were offered to him.

"I saw how desperate you were to see the Madam off and it was quite unlike her to push you away with such a meager compensation. These are the letters that arrived this morning but I neglected to give the over breakfast, then I withheld them when I witnessed you protesting. Perhaps you can take them to her?"

Grell stared at the golden envelopes. He took them and shuffled through them, all of them were addressed to Angelina. He pocketed all of them and turned away from the stairs, ordering,"Tell the ostler to ready a horse, I need to run errands today."

"Yes, Mr. Sutcliff. Oh, and sir?"

He looked over his shoulder.

"We may be servants to Madam Red but we take notice of her grief, you may as well be the one to help her. On behalf on everyone, we encourage you, sir, to let her forget the pain she has gone through these recent times. It has been a while since we've seen her happy."

"...I'll take note of that, thank you." He gave him a small bow out of appreciation and the steward nodded before walking away. Light poured from the window, slightly turning the dim entrance into a brilliant blaze of red and gold from the decor and walls. It was nearing towards noon, he checked his watch and huffed.

Her sadness is obvious at home but the boy she loves and hates is oblivious to her ordeal, if he knew, he may show mercy and forget his feral ways.

"A dog is a dog."

-...-

The horse trotted for several streets, snorting and flickering her tail once every few steps. Grell wanted to get there fast enough to see her and perhaps surprise her. He took few side streets but remained on the main road, none took notice of him except when they stepped out of the way for him to pass by.

Trips were faster when he went by the rooftops but he feared that a coworker would spot him or attack him out of a mistaken identity of being a demon. His crop snapped at his new horse's shoulder to encourage him to maintain his gait. It went on for a quarter of an hour until he made it to the walls of the Royal London Hospital.

Whitechapel was crowded for the day, especially in the late morning, but Grell waved his horse through the crowd in order to reach the grand, iron gates that were the entrance to the premises.

A stableman stood out and offered his hand out while a guard clothed in the typical English attire asked,"What is your business here?"

Grell dismounted and reached for the letters in the saddlebag of his horse. He allowed the other man, dressed in dingy clothes, to take his horse while showing the letters addressed to Angelina. "I'm Doctor Durless's butler, Grell Sutcliff, and I need to deliver these to her."

The guard looked over the letters and gave them back, replying,"Well, Mr. Sutcliff, you're allowed to go in." He motioned for the doors of the hospital. "Sorry for troubling you, ever since Jack the Ripper has been wrecking havoc around the area, security must be upheld for the safety of our patients. The sick bastard may come here for free sport, you know?"

Grell gave a pleasant smile. "Ah, yes, safety indeed. Thank you."

"Have a good day."

-...-

Angelina went through the last of the documents and wrote down four other women onto her list to ensure that she would have future killings; she included addresses and even a photograph for references though she could have had Grell identify the whore for her. She wasn't scheduled for much today and none were coming in to give her anything to work on.

As a doctor, she may as well just leave early, maybe even visit Ciel .

Oh, but I promised Grell I'd take him shopping.

She sighed. She reached for the phone at her desk and began to dial the number for her home but then the door was rattled by a series of knocks.

"Come." She placed the phone back into the holder and was surprised at seeing Grell open the door. The feeling of him wanting to follow her everywhere had irked her. "Why are you here?" She tried to sound surprised instead of irritated.

He went in, happy and relieved for some reason, and placed the letters on her desk. "The mailman forgot to bring these on time for I dealt a hand on the idiot."

Angelina reached for all of them but eyed the highly decorated envelope. She held it up and the man produced a knife to slit the fold open. She was given the contents and began to read it over. "It's an invitation to the Viscount of Druitt's party, end of the season specifically, and he entreats me to bring anyone so long as they are a girl or woman. How perverse of him."

"Would you want to go?" Grell asked, curious.

"What? Regarding his reputation, I would rather not. Then again, my nephew may make him to be a suspect so I have no doubts that I would have to go anyway," she bitterly said,"I'd go to any gala but his."

Grell nodded but she noticed he looked a bit dismayed. "Well, I shall start my leave..."

Angelina got up. "Good."

"You want me to leave?" She nodded. "That's quite rude, considering I'm a guest of yours. I shouldn't have have to spend my time running errands for you at all. Again, quite rude-"

"Then what do you want me to say?" She spluttered. "I can't tell whether you're acting or not but when you disregard compliments or say you're unworthy of having such, it's rather confusing!"

Grell stared at her, head tilting a bit to the side, before understanding what she meant. It was about what he said last night, he had no idea that being so modest could offset her. "Then I apologize for what I've said, I merely don't want to be a god revered, I just want to be noticed as any other person in your life and, if it isn't too much, to be loved without regret. Thus, I tell you to never hesitate."

Angelina bit at her lip. He's a strange man...

But he strode to her, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. "If you will excuse me, you have a job to do and I have my own to attend to. I shall see you this afternoon when you call."

She calmed herself, her shoulders dropping from being so tense as he went to the door. "No, Grell...wait. I can get off work now since I have no one else to check on and nothing to go further in my research at the moment. I was getting ready to leave at the moment. Did you come by cab or-"

"I came by horse, dear."

"Then ride home, Grell, I need to finish up what I can here anyway."

-...-

When her carriage arrived at home, he was waiting at the steps in his bland outfit. She wore her the dress meant for work and decided to change into something more suited for going on an outing. He checked his pocket watch for the tenth time before she came from the door, presenting herself to him. Her dress, red of course, was the typical one she had used before and was one that she favored to wear; secretly, it was his favorite when seen on her.

With a fresh set of horses and a carriage waiting a few steps from the front, he offered her his hand and she took it. He lead her to the step and aided her inside before closing the door.

The coachman was sitting at the driver's seat, Grell stepped up and gave him a calculating look, saying,"Good man, let me."

There was no protest, the driver left Grell to the reins. His gloves took a hold of the leather and he snapped them. "Walk on."

Slowly, the wheels turned and the horses bobbed their heads, snorting and grunting at the command. From the corner of his eye, as he passed by the front of the Barnett manor, he saw the servants watching from the windows. They were watching as if they were in mourning, and he took a note of them rather than the weather that was slowly brewing above the city.

-...-

They were at the shoe store in the finest district. Grell was watching his Madam try on the latest heels that the store had recently gained in stock. She was busying herself too much, smiling when she found a pair that suited her and then frowning when she found a pair that lacked in her taste.

He personally chose them all, he was simply letting her take the ones she wanted the most. It was fun seeing her and the assistant gossip in which she should take.

"This one?"

"Too drab."

"The heel for this one looks comfortable, mum."

"Yes, but he feels dreadful."

"Oh, how about this?"

"Perfect, these look fine. Grell? Are these fine?"

Grell's eyes snapped up from a random heel he had taken from the shelf. He held the delicate footwear while answering pleasantly,"That looks marvelous, Madam."

As they went on for an hour, shouts rose from outside. While the women in the shop were oblivious, Grell took it upon himself to look out. He saw men and women, the nobles, gathering up in carriages and leaving the area as quickly as they could. He wondered why they had began to flee from the shops, he approached the window to see that it had began to pour so suddenly. It was as though the sound of the water came after the sight.

Such a weather would literally dampen their day. He decided to give a warning,"Milady, may I suggest that we may leave?"

Angelina was trying on her twelfth heel. She looked at him, curious as to why he would spoil her time. Ironically, she was enjoying this more than he was.

"Why?" Her eyebrow popped up.

"There is a storm, apparently, and I say that we must go if you want to arrive safely at home."

A loud cry and then a few thuds came from the outside. They turned their attention to the window to see the Barnett carriage being stolen by a few hoodlums that had taken the chaos to their advantage. Grell, seeing this, immediately dropped the heel and ran out, sprinting for the carriage, but the perpetrators had sped off into the blinding rain, taking their horses and other assortments that were inside. Grell saw the young lad whom he had paid to watch the horses. The young man, looking beaten, was taken by the scruff of the neck and held up.

Grell felt himself being soaked to the bone but he shouted,"I paid for you to watch our carriage, you idiot, now why did you let them take it? !"

"I'm sorry, sir! Really! I...they just came at me and-" Grell threw him to the street and stormed back into the shop. Angelina was aware of what had happened but he broke the news to her anyway.

"We no longer have a way home, milady."

Angelina told the assistant to leave them to themselves. She lowered her voice, whispering,"You're a Shinigami, a god. A little rain won't stop us-"

"My eyes are meant for seeing the lives of the dead, not through a thick haze or fog or water, anything." He took off his coat and allowed it to hang at the coat rack. He removed his glasses and dried them. "Now, if we would be lucky, we could ask for these kind shopkeepers to let us board here."

"Yes, but my money was in the carriage..."

Grell rubbed his eyes before slipping his glasses on in frustration. He exhaled,"Wait here." He ventured out to the back room where the assistant was sitting at, going through records. "Excuse me?"

"Yes?" She looked up at him.

"Would you be so generous and let us stay here for the night?"

"No."

"For the time until the rain lets up to let us leave?"

"I'm sorry, but our rooming is meant for my family and I. While we sell shoes from distant parts, we also manufacture a few here. The heels are mostly made upstairs and the family reside even higher up." She paused, thoughtful and careful in her words. "To say, if I would let you stay, I can let you stay for a price. I know of Madam Red, and I have a good idea as to how much she is worth."

She looked passed Grell, glancing over at the lady, before looked back at him. He saw her idea and asked,"How much?"

"Servants like you and I should know what we want," she said shrewdly, it was a starkly different attitude she presented to Angelina.

"Our carriage was stolen...money is not at hand at the moment-"

She gave a shrug. "Then no room for you or the woman."

He dug into his pockets and took out a pouch. He opened it and presented its contents to her, she snorted,"You have better luck at the inn in the poorer district with that money than here. Now get out if you can't give me what I want!"

Grell bore his teeth to her. "Such insolence!"

She snapped at him. "Shut up, you're just a butler! What do you know any better? !"

"Oh, you little bitch-"

"Grell..." They saw Angelina at the door. Her eyes glared at the assistant but she calmly said with venom to her voice,"Leave her be and let's just leave."

Grell's mouth opened in protest but Angelina said much more firmly,"Now."

He growled and whirled about, grabbing Angelina's wrist and then taking her to the door. He took the coat off the rack and draped it over her before swinging the door open and strode into the beating rain. They left the door ajar as they took a left towards the direction of home, but, just as the assistant predicted, they had a luck at winding up at an inn.

At this point, Grell was soaked to a point of where he had a slight difficulty in walking with his clothes. Angelina, covered by the coat, had no idea where they had ended up but all she knew was the pain that had surfaced from her wrist as he tightly grasped her.

She gasped out,"Grell!"

They were climbing up the stone stairs.

"Grell!" Her voice became louder.

He was opening a door.

"Grell!"

They were entering a quaint inn.

She shouted, breaking the warming atmosphere of the small lobby that they had ended up in,"Grell!"

"What, woman! ?" He shouted back, she struggled to remove the coat but his hand went to her shoulder to keep her from removing the coat. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pouch of money. "Just shut up!"

At the front desk was an old man, he was hard of hearing, for he yelled,"What do you want, sir?"

"I want a-"

"What?"

Grell dangerously bellowed,"I WANT A ROOM, KEEP THE DAMN CHANGE AND FETCH US A PAIR OF NIGHTGOWNS TO SLEEP IN!"

"WILL DO, MAN!" The man shouted back at him, giving them Grell a key and quickly telling the room's location. "THIRD FLOOR, HIGHEST. TO THE LEFT!"

He gave no thank you and dragged Angelina, once more, up the stairs. Several times she tripped and several times she fought against him, she tried to remove the coat over her head but eventually, being fed up, Grell decided to sling her over his shoulder.

Angelina kicked at him but he went on and, after getting a few hits to the chest, managed to arrive at the room's door. He jammed the key into the hole and forced the door open. Once the door opened up, he entered the room and placed Angelina down to her feet, though doing so gently. He closed the door and locked it, then turned around, lifting the coat off of her head and saying, gently,"Alright, now you can relax-"

But he was met with a slap to his face. It stung horribly but the glare she gave with her eyes were far more painful. He understood she had the right to be angry but he grabbed her shoulders and, heatedly, said,"I only did this because the man would have charged us more than what I had to give. We were rejected a room with the cobbler because of your status. Should the old wanker downstairs have known who you were under the black, we would be stuck wandering the street once again. Would you have that? Would you, hm?"

Her eyes glazed at his words."You could have given an explanation-"

"No, I couldn't. Why? Because we ended up wandering through the slums, it took me a while to find a decent inn and here we are. Disguising you as a makeshift prostitute would have granted us a clear ticket in here. Now, the method is horrible and unethical to our beliefs but please, Angelina, darling," he said tiredly,"just be grateful I could do this much for you."

"Well, Grell, a woman doesn't enjoy being treated as a hostage, let alone being told she is a whore!"

This time, it was his turn to slap her. "My explanation is enough for you, can't you just not fight it?"

His open palm went to her cheek and she rubbed the spot that had become sore over the passing seconds.

"You're horrible-"

Slap!

"So you reject compliments but you reject criticism as well? Goodness, Grell-"

He caught on to her words once more. It was the morning all over again, he pleaded,"Let go of what I said!"

She did not relent. "Then do not be my butler! It's a facade, not a real job!"

The chainsaw came to hand and, at the instant she had seen the machine, she had suddenly remembered exactly who she was speaking- no, who she was yelling at. He was a god. He had the strength that was impossible to compare to animals. He had the temper that placed hers to shame. Everything about him placed her to shame. He was much more lethal than her, much more dangerous.

He was Death and he had the power to do whatever he pleased.

When he held the chainsaw, she dropped to her knees and begged at his feet to not end her. She uttered, weakly,"Please-"

"Please...what?" He replied darkly. The voice sent shivers up her spine. It was voice he used to taunt the whores.

"Let me live."

He dropped to her level, the chainsaw casually held at his hip. He was on one knee, his other hand took her cheek and he hissed,"Acting is what I do, and it was what I have been doing even before I was recreated for this, so please, as a way to escape my eternal Hell of being a worker, do not tell me what I have done wrong. I want to enjoy my life-"

And then he saw tears, he stopped, remembering as well who he was talking to. He was threatening the woman who had brought light into his world. The one whom he had grown feelings for. The tears made him forget why they were quarreling, he found the fight to be pointless.

What was I trying to prove?

He sent away his death scythe and, out of his realization, embraced her. Though he was still wet, he held her close to him, trying to sort out the thoughts that swam in his mind. "What was I trying to prove to you?" He murmured before releasing her.

-...-

They were silent.

An old woman dropped by and gave them a pair of white clothes to sleep in. Grell had stripped down to only his undergarments but graciously took the clothes, immediately going to the bathroom and putting on his new clothes. Angelina sat outside on the amazingly soft mattress, she tried to distract herself from the events from earlier.

The room was about a quarter of the size of her bedroom at home. The bed was twin sized and had white linen with two pillows. For the decor of the room, there was nothing save for the stove in the far corner, across from the lavatory, that acted as a heater. Besides that, there was not even a wardrobe but only a desk and a chair. Overhead, away from the bed, was a clothes line; Grell hung his clothes there with pins found on the windowsill.

The erratic beating of the rain to the roof above was rhythmic and gave the room sound. She decided that she, too, would dry herself. She got up and undone her dress. Her clothes were mostly dry, she was thankful Grell had covered most of her, but her shoes and lower parts of her dress were watered more than the average tree would want.

She slid out of her dress and hung it next to Grell's red and white bow tie. She then took her time to remove her stockings and garter, followed by her uncooperative corset. Her hands took a while to undo the ties but she managed, she even hung that, along with her blouse and underskirt.

She even removed her the straps that held the sheath and her blade, her tool of killing and her gift from Grell. She dropped it on the bed carelessly, tired of the weight.

She frowned a bit at the thought of being bare in the room and having a man that could come out at any moment. She paused, waiting to hear him open his door, but shrugged to herself. Naked, she reached for the plain dress on the bed and slipped it on, but process of doing so was obscured by a pair of hands that were at her waist. Her dress bundled up there and her blood grew cold with fright.

The knife was under a sheet but she knew that whoever was behind her never had the chance to catch the sight of it.

Warm lips met her neck and a bare torso pressed against her back. A wet tongue rose up the crook of her neck and ended at the base of her ear. She heard Grell whisper,"I'm sorry for what I've said, what I did, what I could have done to you. At this moment, my fair lady, I want you, me, us, I want us to forget what had transpired."

She was at unease. The man threatened her with a chainsaw for God's sake!

"Grell, I-"

"Shush, I promise I won't do you any harm. Let me make everything up to you." He planted a small kiss on the shell of her ear and murmured something that was inaudible. "Forget it all, Angelina."

She didn't dare ask what was said. Perhaps, this night, she could let it all slip away. Grell was here and he was her reality now. He was Death and she was accepting his, ironically, warm embrace. His demeanor was difficult trace, for it was unpredictable. It was impossible to foresee who he could be, what he could do, but she knew all to well what he was capable of.

His hands snaked from her waist to graze his fingers over her supple fresh. One hand want to her chest, the other went down south to her womanhood. His mouth latched to her neck once more and, eventually, the coldness of her body ebbed away into nothing and now, feeling safe, heat coursed through her.

She gasped,"Forget..."

His suddenly sharp teeth grazed her skin, she shuddered and accidentally allowed it to puncture her hard enough to draw a speck of blood. The sting was surprisingly pleasurable but he began to lap up the small droplets while murmuring,"Forgive me."

"I do." His scent, wet and yet having that lingering, wholesome cologne, intoxicated her, sending her mind into a haze. As if reading her through the sound of her breathing, he began to undress her. "Make me forget it all."

The white dress went over her head and was discarded somewhere, he murmured,"I'll chase away your fears, your hatred, your pain, tonight and thereafter if you demand it so."

His words, just as influential as his air, made her grow weak. The light caresses to her bodice, the touch itself, had brought her to her knees. She wanted to cry in joy at the feeling of being offered the comfort she needed after these past few years. She needed someone, someone that would never die, would never leave her, would never hate her.

"Give me love as well, Grell, I need that more than anything," she whimpered as he turned her around, hands at her back, his weight coaxing her to move back and onto the mattress. The softness cushioned her and his mass felt as though he were protecting her. She saw him, from the faint light of the candle, that he was bare chested, glorious and, if she daresay, devilish under the red glow of the flickering flame.

A hand tipped her chin towards his lips and he gave a chaste kiss. He lingered there, momentarily, uttering,"You've had my love, you have it still."

She swore she could hear her heart shatter and then rebuild itself within a matter of seconds, the words he said were like red wine. "Oh, Grell."

Angelina loved wine, red wine in particular. The man above her was the source of the precious droplets of that foreboding crimson liquid, she wanted more than a taste, she wanted everything. She needed everything. Her left hand reached a foot away from her, she could feel the golden handle's cold handle under the whiteness.

His averted to where her hand was but he was unfazed.

"What can kill you? The truth, if you will." Her thumb pushed away the scabbard and her hand retracted, the knife sliding quietly out of its velvet tunnel.

Grell's brows furrowed at the question. "A death scythe."

"Then the knife you gave me...is it a death scythe? Will it hurt you?"

"Darling, it is a death scythe, I can die from whatever it is your planning to do."

She looked crestfallen, she confessed,"I wanted to drink red wine."

The redheaded man stared at her, slightly perplexed with heavy eyes, then he realized what she wanted. "My Lady, you must save that for another night but, at the moment, I can give you what you crave for so much." Her hand pushed the knife back into the sheath at his words, his eyes, which were so close to her, mesmerized her into consenting to whatever he could give for the night.

"Give it all to me, Grell," she distantly gasped when his seemingly cold hand went to her waist,"everything. All you have."

He kissed her cheek. "Angelina, all I have is love."


A/N: Well..smut will come next chapter, I swear, ha ha.

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