The Demon, The Shinigami and The Maid

His Butler: Jack The Ripper

Jack the Ripper had left the city in shambles, young women, more precisely, prostitutes, had been brutally murdered, but fate had turned and blindsided Alice. Her beloved Madam Red had turned out to be the infamous Jack the ripper. Her funeral had come and past and in the turn of events Alice found herself back where she had started.

Sebastian seemed delighted in his own twisted manner, though Alice was not classified as a maid anymore, but by request she was now the cousin of Madam Red. Given her new social status had done nothing to change the small female.

Alice sat staring at the book in her lap, the line she was on constantly repeating itself. Sighing softly she snapped the hard cover book shut and went to put it back in its place. Wiping her hands on her dress she walked towards the elegant double doors only to freeze when one was opened by Sebastian. In an instant the she was in a challenging pose. Rolling her eyes she pushed passed the butler and stalked to her new room she stayed in.

'Such a tragic ending.' She thought to herself as she looked over at the grey and white picture of her and Madam Red. Walking to the mantle above her fireplace she gently ran her gloved fingers over the delicate, ornate frame, a soft smile touching her lips.

"You always looked so beautiful in red." She spoke fondly to the picture before grabbing her coat and locking her room door behind her.

Madam Red had been the mother and the sister that Alice had never had.

Walking through the yard of the Phantomhive estate, she entered the stables and mounted a beautiful black steed she had affectionately named Moon drop. The horse had been a gift to her from Madam Red since she travelled into town so very often. Setting off in a gentle trot, she only urged the powerful creature into a canter once she was off the estate and on her way to her lover.

To most, Alice looked like she belonged. Her locks bouncing with each stride of the horse, her black coat slightly billowing out behind her and her fair skin glowing radiantly, she was a sight to behold. She had started missing the short rides to the Undertakers shop, but she adored the scenery when she did manage a glance. Entering the busy town, she eased Moon drop into a trot and slowly navigated the bustling streets towards her destination.

Stopping outside she looked up at the old sign and smiled a small smile before slipping off her horse gracefully and tying it. Entering the home of her love played havoc on her eyes walking from broad daylight into such darkness, which left her temporarily blinded.

Waiting for her eyes to adjust, Alice took off her coat and hung it up then moved between the different coffins, admiring the intricate work of her lover's skilled hands. The sound of boots on the wooden floor caught her attention, her head snapping up to find the Undertaker carrying a solid block of mahogany over his shoulder as though it was nothing more than a feather.

She watched as his grin spread like wild fire across his face at the sight of her. Moving his bangs from his eyes he quickly approached her, pulling her into a tight embrace and twirling her around the room. She smiled up at him warmly.

"It is good to see you love~" he chuckled kissing her gently.

Alice smiled into the sweet kiss and a small sound of agreement. "I missed you." She whispered against his lips.

Feeling his arms tighten around her slightly she sighed contently. "I must say my lovely dear, you look ravishing in black." Undertaker purred into her hair.

Alice looked up at the man, a pink tint dusting her cheeks as a smile spread across her lips. Gently she placed her palms against her loves cheeks pulling him closer when the shop door opened. Still embracing, they both turned to face the intruders who had walked in on their tender moment.