The Midnight Masquerade

His Butler, Chance Encounter

It was in the afternoon and Cassandra decided to go to the park to think. She was sitting on the bench, watching the birds and watching the sunset. Then Cassandra heard footsteps slowly approaching closer to her and a voice spoke to her.

"Cassandra?" She turned and saw Grell standing a few feet from her, and he started to walk over to her.

"Grell? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to make sure that you were alright." He smiled and took a seat next to her, sitting a few inches away. "I've noticed that you've been kind of quiet since last night at the Viscount place. Did anything happen?"

"I'm fine. Maybe a little shaken up and a little angry that I got shot at. All of that for nothing. The murder is still out there." Cassandra told him. Grell's eyes widen.

"You got shot!?" He exclaimed.

"But I'm alright. The bullet missed, luckily." Cassandra assured him.

"That's good."

"Yeah." Cassandra smiled and the two sat with each for a few moments in silence. Then Cassandra glanced over at Grell. "So other than the color red, tell me something else about you?"

"I like poetry and theatrical arts." He told her.

"That sounds interesting. So, you like romantic stuff?" Cassandra asked him. Grell made a small smile.

"You can say that. What about you? How did you end up with a crazy guy like the Undertaker? What about your parents? You never really talk about them." Grell asked her then he noticed Cassandra eyes drop a little.

"I'm sorry! If you don't want to talk about it-"

"No, it's okay. You asked, didn't you? It's fair since I asked you a lot of questions." Cassandra told him and continued.

"It's not a day that I'd like to remember. It happened ten years ago. It was late in the night; my parents had tucked me in. A loud noise woke me up and I went to go wake my parents. Someone had broken into the house. I didn't get to see who it was. I don't know why they attacked. My parents never done anything to anyone. All I remember, there was blood everywhere and smoke. I heard my mother screaming and my father telling me to run. So, I did. I heard my parents screams as they were killed.

I ran and never looked back until I collapsed in an alley. The next morning, I heard footsteps coming closer towards me. I grabbed a sharp piece of glass and lunged at them thinking it was the person who attacked our home. It was Undertaker.

He told me that my parent's had been burned down and my mother and father were killed. I didn't want to believe him, but I went to see it for myself. The house was gone and so were my parents. There was nothing but ash. So, Undertaker took me in. He's the only one close to family that I have left."

Grell, listened, silently, processing the whole story. It was almost similar to the Phantomhive brat. This can't be a coincidence. He looked at her, sadly. "Cassandra, I'm sorry."

"It happened a long time ago. I don't really know what to feel. But the main thing is that I'm alive. My parents died for that, and I won't let that go to waste. And also, I got to meet you." Cassandra spoke and smiled and slowly started to slide her hand over towards Grell's. Grell quickly pulled away and cleared his throat and quickly got up, avoiding his gaze from hers. "I'm sorry I got to go. There's some business that I need to attend to."

"Oh, okay. We'll talk later then." Cassandra nodded, smiling a little.

"Sure." Grell smiled and he left, and Cassandra waved goodbye to him as he did. Once Grell was gone, Cassandra's smile dropped a little.