How far would you go to save the one you love? William T. Spears has always wondered how far he would go save his beloved Grell. After a demon known in London as Mr. Jace kidnaps Grell, William will finally find out just how extreme he will go to save him…But will he succeed or will he die trying?

Cold air licked at his bare upper half of his body; he shivered as his long crimson hair swept over his bare back and wrists. He was sitting in what felt like a wooden chair. He struggled and pulled at the bonds that held his hands tied tightly together. He never saw who kidnapped him; he was blindfolded from behind. Leather gloves traveled down his chest followed by a soft chuckle. His chin was held gently, gently as if he would break. The feel of leather on his chest was gone, but it was replaced with cool finger tips. Those finger tips rested on his stomach, right above where his black dress pants blocked everything south.

"W-who are you?" Grell demanded shakily.

His abductor chuckled. "Your new lover. Scarlet Reaper."

Grell's mouth twitched with fear and anger. Only an hour ago he was walking home from work, cutting through the alleyways as a shortcut. Few people were walking in the alleys. They were quick routs when walking. He had heard footsteps but didn't pay attention; he thought it was someone walking home. But it wasn't. He had been grabbed from behind and pushed onto the cobblestone. He was held there, and even as he struggled to fight off his attacker, he could never manage to get free. He was blindfolded and his hands were tied.

Now, he sat in a musty-smelling building in a wooden chair, tied to it, unable to break free. He lowered his head. It looked as if he'll never see his William. The atmosphere of where he was felt cold and cruel; torturous. He imagined what the building looked like: old, cracked walls, grey with dust. Dark brown wooden floor with mice crawling about it. It made is skin crawl.

"What are you?" he asked more calmly.

"Have you heard talk of Mr. Jace?"

Grell's heart stopped, breathing cut short; he stiffened in the chair. The air around him became colder and dry. He was being held captive by a demon! The very same demon that's been terrorizing London's female citizens and slaughtering the males!

"What do you want with me?"

"I've been traveling around the world to find someone like you, Scarlet. I first spotted you with a blonde pulling a lawnmower behind him- bless his heart; defending himself with a lawnmower. As the two of you were walking through the crowd, I couldn't help but notice you."

Normally, Grell would've taken it as compliment, but coming from the mouth of this demon made it sound more like an unfortunate thing, when in truth it was. Grell sighed, taking a much needed breath after holding it so long. He slumped in the chair.

"I've followed you ever time you'd go to London. And don't worry. I did, however, send your little Will a letter. If he really loves you, Scarlet, he'll come after you, but even then will he have to fight me over you. If he does win, he's not getting you back unscarred. I have big plans for you, my dear."

Grell bared his teeth in his attempt to control the snarl that threatened to escape him. The last time he was paired with Ronald was at least three weeks ago. And all three weeks, every soul he was to collect were found missing, earning Grell a pay cut each time a soul was found missing.

"So, you're the demon that's been devouring my souls. Why?"

"To simply get your attention. For hundreds of years I've been looking for the perfect woman to play with, and you my Scarlet, are perfect. Lets play a little."

Grell gulped said a silent prayer towards the higher gods.