Dark Blue (William T. Spears)

"Oh, William~!"

Will is one of those people that no one expects to be naughty,

But trust me:

He is.

In front of most people, he'll protect his reputation by calling me,

"This troublesome thing" and saying things like,

"Are you completely useless?"

But when no one else is around, it's,

"Grell, could I see you a moment in my office?"

And even though he's this cruel, domineering sort of person,

He wouldn't hurt me if he thought I didn't like it.

But then…

Something bright and vibrant like me has a hard time living under a darker color.

My red always tends to bleed out and shine through everything else.

Even with someone dark holding me down,

Restricting me,

Keeping me in line,

I still find ways of being my own fiery self.

William is that darkness, that heavy color that squashes all my spirit,

While at the same time, making it cry out louder.

(And yes, I do mean like that.)

Happiness is a fleeting thing for a Reaper.

We enjoy it for a while, but then…

Then it's on to the next disaster, the next trauma.

Maybe we all prefer it that way.

Happiness is a human thing, anyway; maybe it's not happiness that brings us contentment.

Especially for me! Being the dramatic thing that I am,

I'm probably happier when things aren't going well.

So being with William was nice for a while,

Even though he was always mean to me, always suppressing me.

But then.

I start wanting something more! Something other than detached cruelty;

I want something new and interesting!

After all, knowing someone your whole immortal life will make you start to get tired of them,

Eventually.

So I find excuses to run away!

When I know he wants me,

When I know he'd like to pin me up against a wall and have his way with me,

That's when I run the fastest.

Away from what I know I want, from the things I know I would enjoy,

I run, run, run!

Can you blame me?

It's my right as a lady to be fickle!

I can't be judged for something like that.

Trying to escape Will's dark blue aura of domination,

I wander through this world of stupid humans.

Looking for something.

I don't know what.

Of course, I won't know until I find it.

Whatever it is, I want it to be exciting.

Something I've never, ever experienced before.

"Fufufufufu~…"

Suddenly, this laugh that sends chills up my spine and girlish excitement in my stomach.

Who could produce such a sound but a dark figure spending his days in a morgue,

One who comes out in the shadowed alleys of England to entice wanton creatures

Like me.

This figure has yellow eyes like mine that practically glow in the darkness.

That cold golden gaze falls on me and he says,

"Why hello there. What a lovely perfume you're wearing;

You seem to be thoroughly steeped in the scent of death."
Such a morbid thing to say,

But I fall for it like a suicide from a bridge.

Sorry, Will,

But it looks like time to trade up again…