The kidnapping of Grell Sutcliffe

Chapter 2

"Sebastian, we have a case... Sebastian? Hey, Sebastian! SEBASTIAN!" The demon jumped and looked down at Ciel, who looked rather grumpy.

"Oh, sorry master I was lost in my thoughts. It won't happen again." Sebastian said politely, although slightly annoyed that he hadn't been able to eat his soul yet. He's 16 now.

Ciel gave an unamused glare to him, he leaned back in his seat, his arms crossing his chest. "You've been doing that too much. Is there anything of importance I should know about?"

The fact that you forbade me to seek out a possibly hurt reaper? Oh, nothing master. He could have said that but instead shook his head.

"You mentioned a case, master?"

"Oh yes, it seems like young girls have been going missing all around London, and then found again tortured." Ciel glanced at Sebastian. "I thought this was the antics of that red reaper, but you have mentioned they have been missing for the past 12 months. What a relief."

A part of Sebastian wanted to throttle the Young Lord right there and then. Over the past year, the demon had grown guilty of the disappearance of the reaper. It took up his every thought and even effected his work. He had, for some reason, came to miss the flamboyant redhead. Not that he would ever admit that unless the person had a wish for death.

"Yes, quite a relief. Although they have been rather helpful in the past." Sebastian announced trying to paint him in a better light.

"We'd all be better without them, I'd say." The teen scoffed.

"I was trying to find something that could link all the victims together and came up at a blank at first. However, I almost gave up until I realised they did, in fact, have something in common. They all had red hair or were wearing red."

Grell?

"I think we need to see the Undertaker to collect more evidence."

"Of course. I'll fetch the carriage immediately."

Is Grell doing this? But, why would they disappear for a year and start killing again? It's definitely not them.

Sebastian was in a constant mind of self hate during the first two months. He completely denied his feelings until the sixth month mark, when he got extremely worried.

The carriage stopped when they reached the Undertaker's. They entered the retired reaper's workplace and home.

"Ah, the young master. What can I do for you? Come, take a seat." The Undertaker sat on a coffin and Ciel and Sebastian did the same on the opposite one.

"Now, tell me what it is you want young master?"

"Don't play dumb, you know exactly what I came here to talk about!"

"Of course. The recent murders of the pretty wo-"

The door bell rang.

Everyone turned, their eyes widening.

Sebastian was the first to speak.