Just A Little Smile? (Grell Sutcliff/ A BlackButler FanFic)

Chapter 1~ Make My Death Interesting

Grell’s V.O.T.S (view of the story)
It was strange to see a women with such a gorgeous figure out at this late-night, although the soul I reaped had a weird fetish with the night...so I guess this is normal~! Right? Naturally I do have to take this woman’s soul for seeing me. Its a pity~! Hehehehe~! “Hello” I said taking a few steps towards her. 
    The woman continued backing away, speechless. I searched her face for emotion but only seemed to find it in her eyes. Oh well~! I revved up my chainsaw and ran at her, she dodged to the side and scrambled to her feet before running off. I followed in pursuit, it wasn’t hard, I just followed the scent of lavender~! Though it did kinda make me feel a wee-bit tired, it was still a lovely scent~!
        “Come heeere~!” I cooed loudly catching up with her quickly. She let out a mouse like squeak as she tripped over her feet. Awwww~! How cute~!

Maige’s V.O.T.S
    I tripped over my own feet! How stupid can that be? This isn’t some cliché horror story! I gulped and turned onto my back, staring directly at the weird man in red. “Good girl~! Now lets play~!” he giggled in a rather feminine voice. How strange….I’m going to be killed by a gender confused man...huh...never saw that coming.
        “W-wait!” I stuttered getting to my feet. He frowned and narrowed his eyes but allowed me to speak. “I-if you k-k-k-kill me. C-could you m-make my death lo-ok interes-es-esting?” I stuttered. He smiled and began to laugh. I was utterly confused and terrified. “Why make it interesting~?” he looked at me as if I were just some doll on a shelf. I hated it! “B-because my l-l-life is so b-b-boring. It m-might as well end with s-some kind of ‘fun’” I finger quoted the word fun.
    He just laughed again, isn't he going to kill me? That's-that's what he’s going to do, right? If I’m to die now, if its going to end, it might as well be interesting….right? I felt my entire body shaking as he stepped closer. I closed my eyes and squeaked like a mouse again.
                On the bright side….I can see my parents again...in the afterlife...if it even exists. “Okie dokie~! Fun it is~” he said happily. Skipping over to me with that chainsaw. I stood as still as I could. I kept the tears down. Crying wouldn’t save me and it was obvious that death would be inevitable at this point. “OVER THERE!!!” someone screamed. To afraid to open my eyes, I let the scene play out. “Aw! Someone interrupted our play date~! Not fair, we’ll continue this later sweetie pie~!” the next thing I knew his presence had left.

        Some hours had passed, police asking questions, concerned people asking if I needed to be escorted home, things that commonly happened at a crime scene from what I could surmise. Letting out a troubled sigh I entered my apartment. The purple striped walls seemed to smile at me, the purple carpet flooring welcoming me to sit down.
    Though I shut the door and walked over to the lavender colored couch. I sat down and curled up into a ball. I stared into the mirror that hung on the wall a little bit to the left near the door.. Seeing my expressionless face. My permanent frown reminding me that that is the reason so many people think I don’t care. That I have no heart, but I do care. Though trying to smile is for naught. A futile attempt.
            I grabbed the purple lace pillow and yawned. My new part-time job as a maid would start tomorrow. The pillow’s soft feather-like feel begged me to sleep. But I only had enough time to take a shower and get a quick snack. A shower sounded lovely. Setting the pillow aside I stood and sped-walked to my bathroom. Stripping myself of my clothing, ponytail included, and stepped into the small cubed shower. My shaky hands turned the hot and cold knobs to ninety-five degrees and fifty degrees.
        My mind kept drifting to the man that nearly killed me. His eyes...they were so strange compared to mine. I hated him. He made me feel so scared and frightened. Then again only a normal human would react that way when they’re forced to face death head on.
                I conditioned my hair and lathered my body in soap. I took note that I was running low on both conditioner and shampoo. I also shaved- I hate having hairy legs and arms and armpits. Though that's one of my millions of problems. To be honest I hope I never see that man again. And if I do it’ll be too soon. I sighed happily as I stepped out of the shower after I had finished rinsing off.
    “Darn I forgot to grab a towel” I mumbled grabbing the door handle and opening it as I stepped into the living room. I froze completely. My eyes resembling that of a deer in the headlights. My mouth gaping open. In the doorway to my apartment stood the redhead. His eyes widened and his face burned the color red. So did mine. “AHHHHH!!” I grabbed a purple hippopotamus stuffed animal and threw it at him. “Get out! Get out! YOU PERVERT!!!!” I screamed throwing more purple stuffed animals at him as I grabbed a random magenta blanket off the floor to cover myself with.
        “DIDN'T YOU EVER LEARN TO KNOCK?????? WHAT KIND OF KILLER ARE YOU!?!?” I shouted throwing my last purple lion at his head. He was curled up in the corner….I heard sobbing. I froze for a moment, not allowing my guard to go down. “Are...are you crying?.....WHAT KIND OF HEARTLESS CREATURE CRIES AT THE SIGHT OF A NAKED WOMAN? What is my body offensive?” I growled inching closer to my bedroom door.

    “IN MY DEFENSE YOU ATTACKED ME FIRST WITH YOUR NAKEDNESS!” he shouted, turning his head to me. Yep….he was crying. “What lady runs around their house naked anyway?” he stood grabbing snuggles, my purple otter stuffed animal. “One that forgot to grab a towel before taking a relaxing shower!” I said holding the blanket closer to me.
        “When you told me you wanted an interesting death I did not think you would show me your lady parts” he cuddled with snuggles. I gasped. “No one said you could come into my house uninvited so remember my naked body every time you break into people’s houses! TAKE THAT AS YOUR PUNISHMENT!” I yelled, slamming my bedroom door shut. Who the hell does he think he is? Talking to me like I WANTED to show him my secret goodies. When I absolutely positively did not! Ugh!
                I guess killer’s don’t have common sense.