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The skies were grey over London, as a cold wind blew. People stayed inside with their loved ones and avoided the cold, English weather. Many were sick and dying of illness from the cold, damp air. Their lungs filling with liquid and fever clinging to their bodies. Old people no longer had the energy to fight,and the young had not yet built up immunity for diseases. They were usually the first to die. Many tried to keep their weak family members from becoming sick. Those with parents, grandparents,or great grandparents,and the mothers and fathers of little children. Most did whatever they could to hold on to their dear ones. But others gave up, and let nature take it cruel course.

Or so they tried.

A woman walked through the streets of London with a small bundle of cloth in her arms. She had a stony expression on her face as she wove her way though the crowd. She wore high heels and a dress, with hardly a front to speak of at all, her breast's largely exposed to the world. She took quick steps in a hurry to get where she was going. She, or rather, the bundle in her arms, had a date with fate. A cruel, terrible fate. She walked into a dark alley, looking behind her to make sure no one was following. As she went deeper into the dark, lonely corner of the world, a man stepped in front of her, his breath smelling of rum. ",Ello pretty lady. What might you be doin' out here." he asked while staggering. Before she could respond, he slumped forward and grabbed her dress sleeve. "You know where a fellow could get some rum, lady? Cause I really need me some." he said as he slid down to the cobblestone path.

She watched as the man fell,his body ruined from years of drinking. She stepped over him and walked farther down the alley,The bundle of cloth wiggling in her arms. She then set the moving bundle on a pile of trash and walked away without a single glance. As she walked back onto the streets, The little mound of cloths began to cry.

"Oh Will, must you be so cold?" sighed a man dressed in red. His long crimson hair swaying as he walked. His superior had given him an assignment to find a man on the to die list. Apparently, he didn't care if his poor worker ruined his new shoes in the dreadful cold mud.

"Mean old Will. What would my sweet Bassy do if I caught my death out here?" he wondered aloud. Not that such a thing could happen to him,but still. He looked at the paperwork he had been given and read the information about who he was looking for. Wonderful, some old drunk who had a failing liver. As he turned the corner, he stepped in a puddle, effectively covering his high-heeled shoes and pants legs in filthy water.

"Oh, come on!" he yelled. "This is the worst day of my entire life! I swear,I'm going to give you a piece of my mind when I get back William T. Spears!" He continued on his way as he neared his destination, grumbling unhappily. He looked around and saw people moving in the street. A few gentlemen there,a few whores over there, nothing special. He jumped onto a building to get a better look at his surroundings,looking back at the paper he was holding and smiling.

"Good." he said. "This next alley should be the place." He then jumped forward from roof top to roof top, looking forward to being done with his work. As he stopped on top of the roof over his victim he saw a woman leaving the alley. He could tell by her state of dress that she was a prostitute. He scoffed at the whore as she left and returned to the streets of the city, probably to sucker some chump into paying her for her 'services'.

He looked down and saw his target lying on the ground, covered in vomit. "Ugh." was all he said as he jumped down to the mans crumbled body. He stepped towards the man to get a better look.

Yep, no doubt this was the guy. His skin was yellow from his failing organ and he reeked of booze. "Honestly,your just down right disgusting. Why would Will make me deal with you? I'll bet you record isn't even worth saving." he said as he raised a chain-saw he suddenly had in his hands. As he brought it down on the mans back, blood spraying out, a long film of tape came from his body. He watched with boredom as the mans life reeled before him. He lost his job, his wife took their kid and left him, he started drinking, blah blah blah. Nothing interesting at all. When the end of the clip came, he didn't even need to think about what to do with this guy. He was obviously nothing of any importance to mankind. And so, he swiftly cut the soul and record from the body. The records then faded and turned into a leather covered book. The red clothed man bent down and picked it up, putting the book in his coat and preparing to leave. He gave one last look at the filthy alley way, before turning and starting to leave.

"I do hope Will lets me take a break from all this work. It simply is not right to work a lady this hard." he said with a sigh. Just then, a little noise caught his attention. He turned and looked down the dark alley, searching for what made the sound. He listened carefully, and followed the sound deeper in to the darkness. As he got closer and closer to the end, he began to recognize the warbling and hiccups. He finally moved in front of a pile of trash with a bunch of cloths on it. He watched it move and wiggle for a moment before leaning down and puling the ratty cloth from the thing inside. What stared back at him was a little baby, naked as a jaybird and large tears rolling from it eyes.

"Oh my." he said crouching down to the little baby. "What on earth is a precious thing like you doing out in this weather?" The baby just hiccuped again and made a weak noise. No longer having enough energy to cry.

"Your close to death aren't you?" he said to the baby. "... Surly Will wouldn't be so hateful as to put you on my death list." he said as he pulled out his papers again. There was no mention of a baby on his list. But why? If it was going to die, why not have him pick up its soul while he was here?

He looked back at the whimpering creature. "Perhaps you aren't meant to die." he said as he raised his hand to its face. As soon as his gloved finger touched its little cheek, the baby turned its head with an open mouth and latched on to it. Sucking as hard as it could.

In that instant, professionalism flew out the window in turn for maternal instinct. He simply had to hold the baby. He took of his bright red coat, and rapped it around the babies naked form, gently lifting it into his arms.

"There now. Red is much more fitting for you isn't it?" he asked the babe, who in response sucked on nothing. He watched the baby with a smile on his face, his sharp teeth not have any effect on it at all.

"You really are positively adorable!" he said happily. He loved babies. Nothing was more beautiful to him than a little baby who wanted to be loved. This little one had obviously never been loved. Its face covered in grime, wrapped in a poor excuse for a blanket.

A sad look replaced his smile. "So tiny, and already you've been through so much." He took the baby and pressed his cheek against its head. Feeling its tiny curly hair on his skin.

"Why anyone would abandon their child I can not understand. Some people would give anything to have a baby. People like me." He bared his sharp teeth in an angry scowl. "Those whores who throw away what I so dearly want more than anything!" He started having flashbacks of all his murders with Madam Red. Of all the times he painted those filthy women in red blood. He loved the feeling he had got from those killings.

The baby in his arms made a displeased noise as it wiggled, bringing his attention back to it. "I'm sorry dear, I forgot what I was doing." he said as he turned to leave the dark alley with the baby in his arms. What was he doing?

"If your not on the to die list, there's no reason I can't bring you back with me, right?" he said. He had always wanted to be a mother, and now he had a chance to be one.

Most of the grim reapers had gone home by the time he got back. So it had been fairly easy to get to his apartment. He walked into his living room with the baby in his arms, making little cooing noises as he set it down on his bright red couch.

"There now." he said as he went into the kitchen. "I should have some goat milk in the fridge."

He quickly found the milk and poured it in the baby bottle he had bought on his way home. He stopped for a moment to think. "Alright, there's something very important I'm suppose to do with this before I give it to you. But what was it?" he wondered aloud.

The baby made a displeased noise on the couch,getting the red haired grim reapers attention. He turned and looked at the baby he had left there.

"Oh well, whatever it is it can't be that important." he said as he grabbed the bottle and picked the baby up, offering the milk to the little thing. The baby latched on to the bottle and started gulping the milk down as fast as it could. As the man watched the baby he thought of what his boss would say if he saw him holding a baby.

He smiled a little and answered him self "He'd probably say something like 'Grell Sutcliff, you take that thing back right this instant! And get back to work." He giggled to himself.

"Ah, but that same same cold, unforgiving tone of voice is what makes him oh so sexy!"

The baby made a warbling sound around the bottle, causing Grell to look down. "Oh, how wonderful! It's almost like you understand me!" he said with joy.

He watched the baby as it sucked down the contents of the bottle. He noticed for the first time that the baby had a slight red tint to its hair, and little freckles on its nose. It had long lashes and hazel eyes that seemed to stare into his soul.

"Oh, you'd almost think I gave birth to you! We are so much alike!" he squealed. The baby finished the milk and let out a little burp. as he lifted it in his arms, he noticed how dirty the child was, and walked over to the sink.

"You are in desperate need of a bath." he said as he turned the tap water on over the sink, adding a little of his own shampoo to the water.

He coddled the baby as he watched the water fill up. Gently laying it down on the counter and unwrapping his coat from it.

"Ah, your a little girl!" he said excitedly. This was just too perfect. "A little girl I can cuddle and cover in pretty,hand made dresses! Oh, this is so great!"

The baby kicked its legs out as if enjoying the way Grell acted. He then turned the tap off and checked to make sure the water wasn't to hot. Once he was pleased with the temperature, he lifted the baby and set her in the sink. The baby wiggled as it touched the water, not sure what to make of it.

"You've probably never had a bath in your entire life." he said as he poured a cup of water on the babies head, making sure it doesn't run down her face. "But once I'm done with you, you'll look like a little angel! I'm going to make you so pretty!" he squealed as he got a handful of shampoo and started scrubbing her clean.

The baby made a whimpering noise as Grell started scrubbing her hair. Having to work all the matting and tangles out. As she started to cry, Grell lightly tapped her nose with his finger.

"Now, none of that my dear." he said as he continued cleaning her little red curls. The baby was quiet, save for a few tiny breaths coming from her mouth.

Once Grell had her cover in bubbles, he grabbed the cup and started rinsing her off, Tilting her back some to keep from getting soap in her eyes. He then wrapped her in a towel and started drying her. Once she was nice and dry, he took the towel away and looked at her for a moment. Now that all the dirt was gone from her face, he could see she had tiny little freckles on her nose and cheeks.

"I knew you'd be even more beautiful clean!" he said with glee. He then went into his closet and cut a piece of fabric from some clothing patterns he had. He kept it for when he wanted to make clothes for his many dolls.

"This should work for a diaper until I find something more suitable." he said as he started putting it on the baby, using a pin to keep it on.

He then picked her up and walked back to the closet, getting a laundry basket and bringing it to the side of his bed. He took some sheets and other soft material for bedding.

"This will have to do, since I don't have a crib. But tomorrow I'll buy you a real bed so you can be comfortable." he said as he laid her down. Speaking of tomorrow.

What was he suppose to do with her when he was working? He couldn't just ask one of the other reapers to watch the baby. But he couldn't just leave her hear alone either. He needed a maid or something. Wait, that's it! He knew a maid who could watch her. Well, he had met a maid who could watch her. He also had met the chef ,gardener and very sexy butler who could watch the baby.

Though, he doubted their master would be very happy about it.