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Original post date: 7/3/2018

Grammar editing: 9/27/2018

Editing: 11/14/2018

Editing: 07/20/2019

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Chapter one

toStanding atop the roofs of London, I watched the sun disappear behind the horizon of the city. Grinning at the thought of just how much money I was going to make on this current job. I had been standing here for quite some time, so maybe I should get to work. Lifting my arms over my head, I stretched, popping my neck as I did so.

"Might as well get on with it."

Jumping down from the rooftop, I landed with ease, sort of, on the ground. The slight tingle in my legs told me I needed to do more training. I was currently in an alleyway watching as my target exited the brothel they had been in for about an hour. Carefully moving out of the alley and over to their Carriage, I snuck under it and began my intel gathering as I secured myself to the underside.

You see, that's what I do, sell and gather information at a high price. I'm damn good at my job too. With how good I am, on more than one occasion I've been asked to do assassinations, but that's not my thing. However, sometimes, I want to do it. For free. With as much filth that's here in London.

This current job is about Jack the Ripper. I already know who it is, but I needed proof, which is why I'm currently under the carriage of one Madam red. She's the aunt of the current head of Phantomhive, Guard Dog of the Queen. To point the finger at her would need absolute proof.

"Madam, it seems there's a rat," Her Butler, Grell Sutcliff, said in a voice that sent a chill down my spine. He's not a butler, but for now, I'll keep that to myself.

"Hmm, then I guess you should take care of it," Madam Red replied with a hint of humor to her voice.

That's my queue to get the hell out of dodge. Letting go of the carriage, I flattened myself to the street so I wouldn't get hit by the baggage area underneath. One of the many times I'm glad to be small. All 5ft 3in of me, that's 160cm ruffly for you non-Americans, Though I do have to bind my chest sometimes.

I took a deep breath and got up, attempting to brush myself off. I was currently in a position that had my back to the retreating carriage. Huffing, I turned around just in time to see the Butler come at me with his damn chainsaw.

"Fuck," I hissed, jumping backward. I wasn't fast enough, causing him to be able to catch me with the rotating blades down my chest, right between my breast and just under my them. Blood spilled and splashed as my flesh was ripped open. The taring sound of my skin echoed in my ears.

"Such horrid words for a lady," Grell tsked at me, waving his finger back and forth as he rested his weapon on his shoulder.

Raising a brow at him, and with difficulty, I replied, "what lady? All I see is a fruitcake and criminal." I placed a hand on my hip. "By the way that hurt," Waving my other hand towards my chest indifferently. The first rule of this job, don't let them see you sweat.

"I will paint you red for that!" Grell seethed at me, revving up his weapon. The Dude did the whole foot stomp and all as he yelled.

Guess he didn't like that fruitcake comment. I didn't have the time to muse over it much past that as he came at me again. Deciding on getting my chest wound taken care of instead of playing with him was the smartest option at the moment. So I high tailed it out of there, Winking at the Butler as I did so.

However, I underestimated Grell's rage with me because, after thirty minutes of weaving my way through the alleyways trying to make my getaway, the dam butler followed on my heel, almost catching me with his weapon a few times. I knew of one place I'd be safe, so I turned in that direction.

My chest covered with blood, of course, I'd pick white to ware today of all days. I wasn't in pain at the moment, just a slight burning sensation. But that was probably the adrenaline pumping through my veins. That didn't stop the throbbing sensation, however, making me grab at my chest, my hand drenched in blood. The feel of my blood dripping down my gloved hand brought me back from my thoughts as I took a shaky breath. I couldn't afford to calm down now. If I did, the pain would hit me all at once.

Pushing myself off the wall, I'd been leaning on I took off again. It took me twenty more minutes give or take, of running to lose Grell and get to Undertakers. But of course, things weren't in my favor. I should have stayed in bed today.

"Damn, kid," I growled out. That brat Ciel Phantomhive was walking in with his ever-present Butler. "Well now what?" slumping against the wall, I looked down at myself. My white shirt and bodysuit stained in my blood, still dripping down my chest and abdomen, "Well, I wasn't going to be able to avoid them forever now, was I?"

Mind made up; I darted into Undertakers shop; the bell overhead that would typically be an indicator of customers rang violently as the door abused the copper bell as I came crashing in. Heaving at this point, I didn't give two shits about faking respect and all that bull shit. I just continued forward into the central part of the shop, pushing past the brat and his 'butler.' My blood was dripping onto the floor and smeared on the door. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears while my eyes seem to be in a permanent state of blur.

"What the devil!?" Ciel all but shouted. When he saw me, the look on his face as I just pushed past him was worth it. His ever stoic Butler was silent, taking in the scene before him. The slightest twitch of his nose caught my attention even though the blurred vision, but I paid it no mind.

"Well, well, dear seams, you took a bit of a bite" Undertaker practically sang his words ending in a giggle. Sure Undertaker laughs it up.

"What the bloody hell are you wearing! It's indecent!" Ciel screeched. Looking behind me, I saw the blush on his face and smirked. I chose to ignore him, acting as if he said nothing. My acting skills in full effect, I couldn't let them see me sweat.

"Let me have a look," Undertaker said a bit too seriously as he began Yanking me down into a sitting position on a nearby coffin. With no hesitation, Undertaker proceeds to rip my white shirt open further. Along with the white high necked bodysuit underneath. I heard the brat yelling in the background but again choose to ignore him.

"Undertaker..." I said in a teasing tone. "If you wanted to see me undressed, you could have said so."

"Well then," Undertaker said, trying to have light tone but failing as he assessed my wound. He was touching the wound here and there getting my blood on his hands. The site did things to me that I didn't want to focus on at all, given the Butler behind me. He would probably be able to tell where my mind was wondering too, which while I could care less if Undertaker intimately bent over this coffin front of an audience, I did care if it was this particular Butler.

Though This could be an excellent way to get the brat rilled up, I may have been hired by the police force to get information on the ripper, but I bet Ciel Phantomhive would pay more.

"Hey... Phantomhive, If you pay well, I'll tell you info on the ripper." I turned my head to look right at him. Clearing his throat, Ciel looked away from me since I was currently practically bear from the waist up, the fabric of my bodysuit and shirt barely covering my nipples.

Like most men, he didn't seem to appreciate my outfit choices, which consisted of a white sleeveless, high necked bodysuit with a black garter belt under it. Over that was a fitted long sleeve white shirt with tapered cuffs and frills down the bust and around the neck. I had it tucked into skin-tight high waisted shorts that came maybe two inches past my ass. Then last by not least is my black thigh highs attached to the garter belt. On my feet I wore boots, like what you would find on Sailor Jupiter only black, we'll get into how I know that reference later. Promise. Maybe.

I wasn't surprised that Ciel and his Butler all but ignored my wound and blood. As an English man, he was more concerned with my decency than anything else.

"And what could you possibly offer me that Undertaker cannot?" I thought for a moment about what to say. In the meantime, Undertaker laid me down and further inspected my wounds. He was humming to himself. The burn of my injury was starting to intensify, making thinking harder, I was relaxing, which meant the adrenaline keeping me alert and relatively pain-free was beginning to wear off. Sighing I spoke

"I know the identity of the ripper" Butler boy, who had been oddly silent till now, decided to speak.

"And how pray tell would you know that?" Ciel looked at his pet then at me, closing his eyes. I can only assume he was in deep thought. I smirked a bit. Even though Ciel's Butler had a blank look to him, it was apparent he was curious. I'm not sure how I could tell, this was the first time seeing him up close.

"The same way I know that you're named after a big black dog... Mephistopheles" all was silent in the room. Sebastian's eyes flashed red for just a second. Good, he knows my information is on par, if not better than Undertakers. Lucky for me, that guess was correct, it seemed. As I stared at Sebastian's face, I completely ignored Undertaker and Ciel.

"Sebastian, Assist the Undertaker with the lady." Ciel's tone was almost bored sounding, but a glance at him told me he was intrigued by what I could say. Undertaker picked that moment to poke at my wound, making me squeal. Shooting him a glare, he giggled again.

"Of course, young master," Sebastian said bowing. He walked over to Undertaker, Glaring his bright red orbs at me.

"Butler hold her down," Undertaker Instructed and quickly grabbed what he needed. Sebastian came up by my head and placed his hands on my upper arms and put pressure on them, holding me in place. I looked into his eyes and took a deep breath. His face was blank, but his eyes, they looked at me as if touching me was the most disgusting thing he had ever done. For some reason, this made my chest tight, and an odd feeling in my stomach. Knowing what he was, I could almost swear he was doing something to make himself appear more evident to my blurred vision. Could something like him do that? I wasn't sure after all anything was up in the air at this point when it came to what could and couldn't happen. This city might be a bit more familiar to me now, might even feel as if id always been here at times but hadn't.

Undertaker came promptly back, causing me to pull my gaze from Sebastian. Undertaker gave me a look that was half 'i'm sorry,' and half 'ill enjoys this.' Closing my eyes as Undertaker began flushing out my wound, cleaning it. I knew my face was scrunched up from the pain, my earlier adrenalin wearing off fully now. I didn't want to be focusing on what he was doing. Were his hands were, but that's what I was doing. Undertaker had pulled the fabric entirely away now, exposing my chest the chilled air, a reminder that this place didn't have the luxuries I used to have. Heat now was dependant on a fire and not the magic of copper and aluminum wires. The feel the water flooding my wounds was an odd feeling, his fingers gliding over the open flesh brought with it a sting that had me wanting to rub my thighs together. It was a reaction that I wasn't expecting, but it was there. I shuttered at the feeling and relaxed again when Undertakers' hands left me. The sound of the spool of thread hitting his counter as he unwound it, the clock of needles as he picked one out, and the sound his nails made when they moved along the coffin was placed on was soothing and distracting. When Undertaker started sewing me up, I hummed Mozart to tune everything out. I tried my best not to make any other noises. But I mean damn it hurt. Gasping now and then at the pain was modifying, an emotion I wasn't use to feeling and had taken a moment for me to understand what it was and even longer moment to realize that the gasping wasn't just from pain. Even worse was the slight jumps I would make during the stitching. At some point, I heard my name being said by Undertaker.

"Mafdet... Mafdet..."

"Yeah yeah, I hear you..." I open my eyes to see the Butler staring at me in a way that made me feel like lunch, but there was a hint of something else there that I couldn't place. Hot granted but still unsettling. "What are you looking at, dog boy?" I bit out.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow in annoyance, which further twitched as Ciel and Undertaker snickered in the background. "What are these?" Sebastian gestured to my markings. I was vaguely aware of Undertaker covering me back up as I stared at Sebastian.

"You mean my tattoos? ..." I looked at my tattoos and thought for a moment that he was playing stupid, but then I remembered what my tattoos were depicting, The ones at my underbust and shoulders were visible. You see, I have black lace tattooed at my underbust with little skulls, and pentacles worked into the lace. And what he could see of my shoulders was a death scythe on my left side and a raven on the right. What couldn't be seen at the moment was that I had two sleeves, and my back also tattooed. My left side was a tattoo of several 'people' they wouldn't recognize, let alone understand, but what they would realize right away was the fact that I had a grim reapers old school death scythe as well as a certain demons symbol. On the other side was more things they wouldn't know about, though given the symbols that you could find on the inside of the demon mark on my left hand, I'm sure maybe in some way the symbols would be recognizable in the flowers and pocket watches of my right side. Undertaker has already seen them all. My back is primarily a family tribute, not much to say about it, for now. "Damn..."

Before Sebastian could ask anything else, Ciel spook, "Now then, the information?" Ciel handed a back of coins to Sebastian as he walked back over to him.

"The identity of the ripper... Is already known to you... tell me, have you already worn the dress?" I was curious, not just poking fun at him. My bearings were a bit off, and I was in pain. Sitting up hadn't been very fun, that's for sure.

Ciel blushed and paled at the same time at my comment about the dress as Sebastian spoke again. I was distracted by Undertaker, handing me one of the spare shirts that I left here as he helped me to my feet. "The hell did you come from?" I half-whispered to Undertaker. I hadn't even noticed him leaving the main room where we all were to get the shirt.

Undertaker gave me a look that screamed inappropriate comments. So I raised my hand to halt the comment I knew was coming as I moved behind his back, so I could strip out of my bloodied shirt and rip the bodysuit off my person as it was past saving as well, but I wasn't about to take my pants off right there. I had my back to Ciel and Sebastian despite being behind Undertaker. I knew he would shield me from them due to my tattoos.

"DON'T DRESS IN FRONT OF MEN!" Ciel screamed, Sebastian raised a brow.

"Oh yeah... Forgot you were here" Ciel tried speaking again, but I waved him off. "The grim reaper is one half of your ripper."

I was looking at Undertakers back when I turned around, preventing me from seeing either Ciels or his Butler's faces, nor did I care.

"The bloody hell, does that mean?... Sebastion, do you know what she is talking about?"

"Young master... while I am aware of her meaning, it isn't something I can discuss with you here."

Ignoring them full-on now, I came out from behind Undertaker kissing him on the lips in a teasing way as thanks for the help. I could hear Ciel complaining in the background. Turning from Undertaker as I licked my lips, I walked up to Sebastian and grabbed the bag of coins. Continuing towards the door, I raised my hand over my head and waved with difficulty.

"till next time Undertaker," I looked over my shoulder and attempted to give my most seductive look. Undertaker only laughed in response. I had just nearly made it to the door when I heard Ciel issue the order.

"Sebastian, this is an order, Capture the girl."