Alois' POV
Sunday morning rolls around and I wake up to the sound of Claude's voice.
"Good morning your Highness," he says softly and I roll over to see him at the side of my bed.
"Claude?" I say weakly, "When did you get back? More importantly where have you been?"
"I stepped out for some fresh air," he replies.
"Bullshit!" I yell sitting up abruptly, "You were nowhere to be found after the party or all day yesterday!"
Claude climbs on the bed and pushes me roughly against the headboard. I try to push him away, but one of his hands grasps my wrists and pulls my arms up over my head. He uses his free hand to open the front of my night shirt and lightly nips at my neck with my mouth.
"Claude," I say, squirming to get free. This feels wrong, "Stop it."
"No," he tells me bluntly, "You obviously need to learn who you belong to."
I feel Claude press his lips mine and his tongue roughly invades my mouth. There's nothing warm and kind when he kisses me, just coldness and want. Like the old man used to kiss me. It makes me feel sick. I turn my head and strain my arms against his hold, trying to escape. But Claude tightens his grip on my wrists, the skin is gonna be bruised for sure. Claude's mouth starts to travel down my neck, his sharp teeth brushing against my flesh.
"Claude," I say in fear, "I order you to stop!"
I'm answered with a burning slap to the face. Claude looks at me with rage burning in his eyes.
"I told you I won't until you learn your lesson," he says sharply. Tears start to sting my eyes, I can't believe he hit me. Claude continues his path down my neck and starts to work along the length of my collarbone. He's not gonna stop, I realize, why would he? He is a demon after all, and definitely strong enough to overpower me. Suddenly, my bedroom door swings open and Hannah bursts in.
"Claude!" she yells, "There was an explosion in the kitchen. The fire's too big for me and the triplets to handle, we need your help."
I expect Claude to tell her to manage without him, but I'm surprised to feel his grip on me loosen and he backs away from me.
"Very well then," he says following Hannah out but he stops at my door and looks at me, "Don't think I'm done with you. I'll be back to finish what I started, when you least expect it."
Claude leaves the room and I slump down onto my bed, tears streaming down my face. Orphan meows and jumps up onto the bed. He nudges my face with his head. I draw him close to me and cry silently. I've never been more scared in my life.
Ciel's POV
Sunday night drags around and at midnight I head to the corner where most of the murders occurred with Sebastian in tow. If my theory is correct, the killer will strike here tonight. I try to stay focused on the task at hand, but my thoughts keep going to Alois. I hope he's ok, I really should've had him come back to the manor with me. Even if Sebastian is with me, the other servants are more than skilled in combat and are capable of protecting him. A familiar revving sound catches my attention and I look to the rooftop to see a man with long, blood red hair, glasses and a red jacket leap down at us. Sebastian intercepts the man and kicks him into the wall of the nearby building.
"Being Jack the Ripper wasn't enough for you?" Sebastian teases and the man gets up shakily.
"Dear Bassy, you shouldn't be so rough with a lady," he replies, "It's quite rude."
"That's enough," I say, "I have some questions as to why a Grim Reaper is killing innocent people, more so as to why it's you, Grell Sutcliffe."
"Well as it turns out, the soul of the person that was supposed to do the murders vanished from our ledgers," the Grim Reaper explains, pushing his red bangs out of his face, "With so many souls slated to die, we couldn't simply rewrite the ledger, so William asked me to do them. Tonight was supposed to be the last murder."
"You think I buy that load of crap?" I ask Grell and I turn to Sebastian, "Exterminate him. Make it quick, I'm sleepy."
Sebastian runs towards the man and Grell smiles, "Yes Bassy, do come closer. I don't bite, unless you're into that kind of thing."
Sebastian responds by throwing a handful of knives at Grell, which are deflected by the death scythe he's holding. Grell runs at Sebastian and attempts to bring his scythe down. Sebastian catches the blade and pushes it to the side. He then lands a punch on Grell's face before the redhead has time prepare.
"You should never attack a lady's face," Grell says, wiping blood from his mouth, "That's just mean."
"That's enough," a serious voice says from the rooftops. I turn to see William, another Grim Reaper in charge of dispatch standing there adjusting his glasses.
"William," Grell says, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to clear up any confusion about the murders," he says to Grell before turning to me, "I ordered it. We needed someone to harvest the souls and Grell already has experience killing for no reason so he was obviously the best for the job. I'd appreciate it if you called your dog off."
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't refer to my butler as a dog," I say to William.
"You're right, that'd be an insult to dogs," he says coldly.
"Fine," I say, "Sebastian, leave the Reaper be."
"Yes, young master," he says, backing away from Grell.
"Now get your Reaper out of here," I tell William, "Before I change my mind."
"Very well," he responds, "Grell we're leaving."
"But I want to spend more time with Bassy," the red head protests.
"Don't argue with me," William says coldly, "We're leaving. Now."
"Ugh. Very well William," Grell answers and turns to Sebastian, "I'll come see you again soon. Maybe next time we can finally be alone together."
"Nothing would revolt me more," Sebastian replies to Grell's remark.
"Oh Bassy, you're so cold!" Grell cries, "I'll warm that heart of ice you have someday, just wait. I'll show you love that burns so hot it'll melt icebergs!"
Grell blows Sebastian a kiss and follows William away from the street corner, leaving me and Sebastian alone.
"Let's go home," I tell Sebastian, "I want a good night's sleep so that I'm awake when Alois arrives."
"Yes young master," he replies.
We start to walk back to the manor and I let a sigh escape. Tonight was troublesome, but tomorrow will be a lot of fun.