"Here's your list for the day."

"Ah, Will-chan, let me stay longer!"

"No. Get going." Will shooed away Grell, his face stern.

Grell sighed, prancing away out the door.

When he got outside, he quickly opened the book he had been given, seeing the days list of souls to reap.

~Reap Souls- May 30th 1885~

1. Greggory Chance- Age 50

2. Martha Mayberry- Age 28

3. Edgar VanGogen- Age 71

4. Charles James Williams- Age 12

5.Theodore Buckle- Age 47

6. (Y/N) (L/N)- Age (Y/A)

7. Rupert Everdeen- Age 35

8. Nigel Farrell- Age 19

Grell's bright green eyes paused at number 6.

(Y/N).... what a pretty name it was...

Grell fixed his glasses and walked down the hall, his heels clicking loudly and his vibrant red hair swaying.

Today was going to be a long... long... long day.

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On this day. The day (Y/N) (L/N) was scheduled to die...

She was buying a hat. A pretty red hat. One that she thought she'd wear for years proudly.

Espesscially for that day though.

This day, she was going to meet her fiance. He had been at sea for quite a few years,

The carriage pulled up outside the shop.

(Y/N) hurried upon seeing it, getting in.

"Honestly (Y/N), who knew it took you so long to pick out a hat!"

"Well, I picked out out! How does it look?" She asked her Aunt happily, tilting her head and striking a pose as the carriage started to go.

"Honestly child, sit down!"

"Fine fine!" she said, waving away her Aunt's annoyance.

They neared the mansion, showing just how grand it was.

(Y/N) pressed her face on the window childishly, her eyes wide.

"Stop doing that. You'll make your face even redder."

They pulled up in front of the stairs of the mansion.

Two servants walked up to the door, opening it to let out (Y/N).

She stepped out onto the platform, looking around.

Little did she know that a Red haired Reaper watched her from afar, seeing how joyful she was greeting the servants, how she tugged on her Aunt's sleeve as her Fiance walked down the stairs to greet them.

"(Y/N)! It's been a while." He said happily. However, it felt fake to (Y/N) as he hugged her tightly, letting go when her Aunt gave a dissaproving look.

His face twisted into a wide smile as he took her hand.

"Adrian, what's wrong?" (Y/N) whispered, knowing that he wasn't acting right.

Adrian grasped her hand tightly, giving her a forced smile.

"No... my Dear. Everything is fine."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes when he looked away.

He led her to the dining room, puling out her chair for her.

(Y/N) nodded her head in thanks before sitting.

Her Aunt and his brother, and his Mother sat down as well.

The servant brought in the wondrous smelling food.

Though, a flash of red at the window made her eyes flicker to it, curious.

Another flash of red in te garden.

What was going on?

(Y/N) craned her head, trying to spot the moving thing, not remembering her Fiance.

"(Y/N)? What are you looking at?"

She looked back at him, startled.

"Oh, nothing. Just bird."

"Then it wasn't nothing." Said her Aunt, pointing her fork stuffed with chicken at her.

(Y/N) looked down at her now filled plate, suddenly not wanting to eat.

Anyway, she stabbed the small pea on the side of the plate, eatting it.

--30 Min. Later--

"Well! I'm stuffed!" Said (Y/N)'s Aunt proudly, siting back into her chair, wiping her face.

"Thank you for the meal Mrs. Edwards!"

"Mr. Adrian, you have a letter."

"Oh Wilson, save it for later." Snapped his mother, throwing her napkin down onto the table.

"Honestly, your getting so many letters it's hard to keep giving them to you."

Adrian snatched the letter before the Butler could leave, exiting the room hastily.

"(Y/N)! What are you waiting for? Go after him!" Said her Aunt, nudging her arm with her bony arm.

(Y/N) frown, leaving the room, only to get out of the company of those witches.

"Oh, there you are." She said, as she left the room, seeing Adrian slipping out the door. His envelope discarded onto the ground, brutally ripped open.

"Adrian! Wait!" (Y/N) yelled, following him.

He didn't seem to hear, being too far away.

He ran to the garden, trying to regain his breath as he grasped the hands of a lovely girl.

Her hair was chocolate brown, her eyes blue as the sea and her mouth small and sweet.

(Y/N) caught up, her eyes wide with shock as she hid behind a statue.

This was heartbreaking. Why was her lover meeting this pretty girl?

Why was he so frantic to meet her?

Was the only man she ever loved going to leave he-

That flash of red again, warm breath on her neck before it was gone.

(Y/N) looked around before looking back at the couple, now thinking she might be going mad.

"Elisa! Let's elope tonight! I don't care if your getting married tomorrow. We belong together!"

"But, you have a fiance as well, It won't work out." She said, leaning forwards, grasping his shirt and starting to cry as he comforted her.

"I love you. Now please, Let's just go, get our things and leave."

"Will it work?"

(Y/N) had heard enough, her cheeks wet with tears.

He hadn't meant all the words he whispered to her in the past... and he never will.

He'll always be that stupid girls man.

(Y/N)'s pure sweet heart started to hate that girl right then and there, throwing a stone at them before running off.

After she was well enough away, she heard someone running after her.

Adrian had followed her, forcibly grabbing her wrist and bringing her close to him.

"(Y/N)! I'm sorry you saw. I'm sorry! Just understand! And don't tell anyon-"

"Trust me I won't! No will ever see me again! My life is horrible, let me go! You IDIOT!"

(Y/N) struggled, wiping her mouth after he gave her a fake kiss.

Finally she broke free, slapping him hard.

He stumbled back, his new lover showing up, holding his face to see the red mark.

But (Y/N) didn't care, she ran on, eve though her hat had fallen off, even though her arms hurt from where he had grabbed her.

Even though she was hurting inside.

And even though it was a dark cruel world.

Finally she got to a stone street, abandoned.

(Y/N) still ran, wiping her tears and screaming "I wish I was dead! Everything would be so much easier!"

Suddenly, she tripped, falling face first into the stone.

She felt her cheek get cut on the rough stone.

"You wish you were dead? Well, I can help with that, (Y/N)-chan." Said a high pitched voice.

(Y/N) looked up to see a man with long red hair and a silver weapon.

She couldn't help it, she let out a loud scream, scrambling to her feet and trying to run off.

The man grabbed the back of her collar, yanking her back into a firm chest.

"Let me go!"

She flailed, trying to fling a punch at him.

"I didn't think you were one for a tantrum." He laughed.

"Stop this! Who are you?"

"I am Grell Sutcliff." He said, letting her go and let her fall down on the ground once more.

"I don't feel like killing you tonight, but sadly, Will-chan told me to." Grell said, flipping his hair as (Y/N) crawled backwards.

"Your leaving me? That's not nice, at least stick around for a bit more darling."

Grell's face neared hers, his green eyes much wider than before

His hand caressed her cheek, while he giggled childishly.

"Ah! That soft skin, those lips! I just want to make it all mine, (Y/N)-chan!" He exclaimed, giving her a too passionate, kiss.

(Y/N)'s eyes teared up, feeling his manicured nails dig into her arm, trying to keep her in one place.

"Stop!" She managed before he went in for another kiss.

"Oh (Y/N)-chan, your so funny." He murmured.

"I know you like this. Deep within!" Grell said excitedly, nipping her neck with his large pointed teeth.

"N-No!"

"Such love is passionate! Like the color red!"

"It almost is a pity to kill you this night. I'll have you til then though. Once your dead, you'll be even more beautiful wearing all that red."

(Y/N) squirmed away from his touches.

She had given up being strong and defiant.

Right now she was scared of this long toothed man.

Especially because of the long chained device he had beside him.

Wait a second.

With her last remaining strength, she punched him in the face, making him back up.

"No! Not my face!" He squealed, holding it before looking back at (y/N) with a crazed look as she held his chainsaw.

Her face was set, her breath coming in quickly.

"Ah! (Y/N)-chan! I never thought you'd prove your love this way!" Giggle Grell, bringing in his arms and wiggling.

As (Y/N) took a step forwards, the moment she swung the blade...

His face darkened, and his eyes zeroed in on the weapon.

Grell dodged, using his sharp heeled shoes to kick her in the shin, bringing her down to knees.

A laugh echoed through the empty house.

"You really do have nerve don't you?" He tutted, yanking the chainsaw out of her grasp.

"Kissing that man, rejecting me, and stealing my scythe!" Grell said, unhappily, a hand at his heart.

(Y/N) gritted her teeth, struggling to get up, noticing how ripped her dress now was.

"You really are acting as though you hate me! It saddens me... Don't you love me?" Grell asked, leaning down to squeeze her chin.

"Come on, say it. It's not that difficult is it?"

(Y/N) tried pulling her head away, lifting her non-hurt leg to kick him.

Grell anticipated this, now knowing she was ready to start throwing punches and kicks.

"I'm taking that as a yes."

His eyes drifted up at the large London clock.

"Ah, sadly, you only have ten more minutes my love. How shall we spend it together? Dancing in the moonlight? Kissing with lots of tongue? Or perhaps hugging?" He asked himself, wriggling with glee.

(Y/N)'s face was showing clear disgust, finally able to sit upright.

Grell pushed her back down, his face showing annoyance.

"Don't sit up dearest, I'm not done with you yet."

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Authors Note: I want to apologize for foreshadowing killing you for story sake. ;-;

Just know everyone held a lovely funeral. :)

That didn't come out right...

ANYWAY! I hope you liked it!

(Adrian): Means The Dark One

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