Crimson

BeautifulTwisted

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Kuroshitsuji.

Prologue

A black feline intently gazed with bright yellow glowing eyes as a girl rushed past. Where she was going at this time of night was unsure. Where she had come from was a mystery. She had appeared as if from the soft tendrils of fog that clung to the ground; a figure cloaked in shadows and mist. Wrapped in a black cape, the hood fell down to revel the soft features of a young woman. Unruly wisps of raven hair that had escaped her complex plait framed her face. Her skin was so light it illuminated in the gentle glow of the moon, greatly contrasting her dark hair, and her eyes were the palest ice blue, all but gray.

With a quiet mew and a lick of its paw, the agile cat strode away unnoticed by the girl who had already disappeared around a corner. In her wake shadows loomed and a heavy feeling of dread had settled. The cat did not want to linger.

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Tonight was it. In a couple of minutes, she would reach the rendezvous point and then it would be over. It would all be over at last. They would no longer be in her way.

Upon arrival, the girl smirked. They were already there.

"You know, tonight is special," she said in musical and haunting voice, announcing her presence. "Tonight will be remembered for decades to come. They'll call it 'The London Massacre.'"

And with one last feral smile, the girl revealed two fans from beneath her cloak as the world went black. For those moments, it was as if time stopped. The screams of her victims had been lost in the silence. With each delicate flick of her wrists and each dramatic swing of her arm, a new body littered the ground until it was only her, one girl in a lonely world.

As the world turned back on once again, she had disappeared without a trace. All that remained were the blood splatters and lifeless corpses of those unfortunate enough to fall prey to her.

"May They have mercy on you, for I will not." Was the only whisper on the wind tonight, the night that time had stood still—if only for a few seconds.

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He had been called in by the Queen herself to investigate the mass murder of twenty-eight men. What he had expected, however, had been nothing compared to what he saw. The twisted bodies were all covered in dark blood, deep lacerations marring their skin and clean cuts carved into their faces. Limbs looked broken and mangled and fearful empty eyes stared at nothing. The scene was gruesome and disturbing, although the most confusing thing was the way they were killed. The cuts and slashes were so precise and neat, each limb broken in the same exact place. However, the killer had clearly not taken as much care with the blood. The crimson liquid painted the ground and surrounding buildings. It seemed that someone so organized wouldn't want such a mess…unless they were trying to make a statement?

"Sebastian, what do you think?" Ciel asked the tall butler standing beside him. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the deaths yet.

"This is not the work of a human," the demon stated as his red eyes gleamed. Not the work of a human, indeed. No, something far from it.

This was sure to be interesting. Very interesting.

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Chapter One

"Sebastian, put together a list of suspects and interrogate each one. It disturbs the Queen to have such a killer loose in her garden," the young Earl ordered. Meanwhile, he would go home and send someone to the Scotland Yard. Publishing these killings would only cause panic and fear and make it ten times harder to find the real killer.

"Yes, my lord," the handsome man beside him said with a dark smirk before disappearing to carry out his master's orders. He already had an idea who was behind the murder. But why was she back?

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Tonight was the night of the last party of the season, a grand event to be held at the manner of Lord Aleister Chamber, the Viscount Druitt. The "London Massacre" had caused fear, caused the uneasiness it was meant to with those who could get their hands on the information, but nothing was being released to the public! Instead it seemed that the Scotland Yard was focusing on Jack the Ripper. It was as if the deaths of twenty-eight men was nothing, unimportant.

No matter, she had gotten rid of them nevertheless. No longer were they thorns in her side. No. Now they were dead. Lifeless pieces of meat. And that was enough for the moment.

A cruel smile formed on her lips as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Just remembering their deaths made her heart beat faster. All that blood had been like a crimson paint splattered everywhere. It had been so beautiful. Divine, even.

Perfecting her looks, she stepped away from the mirror and decided it was time to make her appearance at the party. Her black hair was left to cascade down to the small of her back, small rubies woven into the think tresses. It was rather improper, but then what did she care for proper? No one would ever dare to question her. She wore a red dress, the color of fresh blood. The silky material slid every so slightly across her skin with each step as she strode down the hallway from her rooms. All in all the dress was a rather scandalous thing itself. It had a stiff bodice with black ribbons lacing up the front in an intricate crisscross. The tops of her breasts were left bare, no jewelry dangling from her neck, and her shoulders exposed, the creamy skin smooth and tantalizing, daring someone to touch. The skirts of the dress were layers and layers of red material, lined with black. Ribbons, much like the bodices, decorated the heavy material and the hem. It was a gorgeous dress in a stunning color. It was a piece of art itself, but when she wore it, it came to life as a living creation.

She had put bright red color on her lips, but otherwise left her face clean. She had no need for makeup.

She was almost to the ballroom, her heels clicking on the floors as she walked, a loud sound in the quiet.

As a servant opened the ornate door into the ballroom for her, music and talking erupted from the room. Reaching her black gloved hand out to meet the waiting arm of the servant, she let the man lead her into the room. As she walked through the crowds, heads turned and whispers started.

"Lady Adriana!" Viscount Druitt called out as he reached an arm out for her to take. Releasing the servant, she then turned her attentions to the Viscount.

"This is quite the party you have here!" she exclaimed with a fake smile plastered on her face. "Thank you so much for having me as a guest in your house. The guest rooms are lovely."

"Ahh, anything for a childhood friend!" He had a pleasant smile as his eyes trailed her body. She suppressed a frown before noticing other women staring jealously at her. The forced smile turned into a smirk. "I see I have stolen you from many adoring fans. I shall let you get on with your party," she said before slipping away and into the crowd.

She froze, though, when she saw him. What was he doing here?

Regaining her composure, she made her way to the familiar person.

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He saw her before she was able to reach him. He politely excused himself and then met her on the dance floor, grasping her hand and easily slipping into a graceful dance.

"Kagome," he whispered into her ear. He felt her tense. He had the upper hand.

"Please, call me Lady Adriana," she said back curtly as she pulled back enough to watch him with her icy blue eyes.

"The last time I saw you, you were going by 'Kagome,' my lady." He mocked her, his eyes glowing for a second as they continued to twirl to the music.

"And what are you going by, then?" Her voice was controlled, but he knew she was raging inside.

"Sebastian, my lady."

"How befitting. Sebastian," she tested the name. "Are you here following another…pet?" She chose her words carefully, putting a certain amount of dislike in the last one.

He countered with a question for her. "Did you kill those men?"

A familiar expression crossed her face. "What could you possibly be going on about?"

With a twitch of his lips, he brought her close once more so his lips were at her ear. "Don't act coy. It doesn't suit you."

And with that, the song ended and he released her. He bowed and formally thanked her before gently brushing his lips against her covered hand.

Kagome.

Banishing her from his thoughts at the moment, he focused once again on Ciel and Viscount Druitt.

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Kagome was furious. Sebastian was a surprise and she hated surprises.

Trying to distract herself, she let a handsome young man dance with her. The idiot was letting her lead him on, staring at her like a lovesick puppy who just found the woman of his dreams. His foolishness was working to her advantage, though, for the night. He successfully distracted her from Sebastian and kept her focused on her purpose.

She was here to monitor Ciel Phantomhive and her male companion seemed so dull witted that she was able to carry a conversation with him and still keep most of her attention on the Phantomhive boy…well girl. For reasons she could probably guess, the boy was disguised as a girl.

He most likely thought Viscount Druitt was Jack the Ripper. If only he could look closer to home, he might see how wrong he was.

As she danced with the young man, whose name she cared little for, she watched as the girl Ciel disappeared with the Viscount.

Leaning into her dance partner, she whispered to him. "This party bores me. How about we find something more entertaining to do," her tone was all it took before he let her lead him from the dance floor.

She brought him to the room partly concealed by curtains that she had seen Ciel and Viscount Druitt disappear into. The large space was dark and there was a staircase that led to a simple door also covered partially by drapes. That's likely where the Viscount trapped the girls he sold, perhaps even where he sold them. But first she needed to get rid of the man hanging onto her.

As she turned to him, she let him capture her lips in a kiss.

Disgusting.

She let his hands wrap intimately around her neck.

Repulsive.

His hands travelled down her body as he continued to kiss her.

Vile.

Finally, he had gotten under the layers of her skirts, trailing up her thigh until he pulled back.

"Wha—"

"Shut up."

Kagome Slashed across and he fell, bleeding to the floor.

Strapped to her thigh had been a dagger, one he had found as he had run his hand up her leg. In confusion he had grabbed the offending object and upon realization of what it was pulled back. She had then taken the weapon and now he was on the floor, his face slashed from side to side.

She knelt down and examined her handiwork. "I'm afraid there will be a scar, but then again, you're probably just wishing the pain would go away. Just remember," she forced his head to turn to her, "You had an accident. Your own idiocy caused this."

She wiped the dagger on his shirt before re-strapping it to her thigh and continuing on to the door at the top of the stairs, confident as she turned the doorknob.

Ciel Phantomhive was turning out to be more trouble than she expected.

Hmm. Reading it over, it's not very descriptive, is it? Ahh well, I'm just going to leave it like this. Enjoy and maybe review? Maybe?