Paint Me Black and Leave Me Alone

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Morgan POV-

"Come on, Knox!" A masculine, yet feminine voice growled. "Help me keep looking! It has to be here somewhere!"

I turned to the source of the voice, only to find myself inside the most enormous library I've ever seen. It appeared to be made completely out of glass, and was filled to the bursting point with floors after floors of books that all looked exactly the same.

I looked around a bit more and noticed a cross dressing man (or, well, woman I supposed) all in red with long crimson hair standing atop what I figured to be the world's tallest ladder, rifling through the books. She seemed disheveled, as if she'd been searching for a very long time.

At the base of the ladder stood another man, this one in a black suit and with two toned blonde and black hair.

"Mr Sutcliff, sir." He sighed. "You've been at this for months! Mr Spears keeps piling your work onto me! You know I hate overtime! Stop searching and come back to work!"

I furrowed my brow and tilted my head to the side. Who were these people? Why did they seem so familiar?

The red woman growled and whipped her head down to glare at his colleague, Knox, I'm assuming.

"You don't get it!" Sutcliff snapped. "She was the only person to accept me for who I am! She thought of me as a true woman, and I'm not letting a friend like that vanish so easily!" She turned back to the books and continued to rifle through them. "Her record HAS to be here..." She muttered.

My brow furrowed even further and I was about to step forward and ask who they were, when a monotone voice behind me beat me to it.

"Who are you?" The voice said assertively. "Only those from the dispatch are aloud in here."

I turned to find a man with a black, business-like haircut, glasses, startling chartreuse orbs, wearing a suit and carrying some sort of weird gardening looking equipment with him. He was glaring right at me.

"Will." I heard Sutcliff sigh. "What are you talking about? It's just us..."

He trailed off and I turned back around to find that both the two toned man and the redhead were staring at me with wide green eyes and open mouths.

"I'll ask again," the business man, Will I'm guessing, continued, his tone more aggressive now. "Who are you? And how is it that you are here?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words slipped past my lips. This seemed only to anger Will further.

"Morgan...?" I heard Sutcliff breathe from behind me. Knox's voice came next. "Is it really you, love?"

I whipped back around to them. Sutcliff was now off the ladder and both searchers were still staring at me, almost as if they were looking at a ghost.

"Where have you been?" Sutcliff asked, as if in a daze. "You've been gone for four months!"

I opened my mouth to speak again, but Will's voice stopped me cold.

"Personal affiliation or no, Grell, trespassers will be treated accordingly."

Both of the stunned person's eyes widened even further and I watched Grell Sutcliff lurch forward. "WILL, NO!"

I whipped around once more just in time to see Will's gardening tool lash out at me, and-

SLAM!

I jerked awake, my icy eyes wide and wild as I frantically looked around me.

All my classmates were snickering at my reaction and I looked up to find my history teacher glaring at me, a large textbook that hadn't been there before now only a few inches from where my head used to be resting on my desk.

"Try to stay awake, Miss Donnelly." He growled before walking back to the whiteboard.

"Yeah yeah..." I mumbled, wiping the traces of drool away from my mouth and off of the desk. After a few minutes I raised my hand and 'politely' requested to see the nurse.

As I made my way out of the classroom and to the roof access stairway (pfft, did you really think I was going to the nurse?), I thought back on the details of my dream.

Four months... I murmured in my head. What did he mean 'I've been gone for four months'? Four months ago I crawled out of the sewers...

I sighed as made my way onto the roof and looked at the city surrounding the school.

"Note to self..." I muttered aloud. "Don't have nacho and redbull parties with Alois the night before history lectures."

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Third POV-

Grell Sutcliff gasped as Morgan disappeared, then sprinted over and grabbed the man she adored by the collar of his expensive looking suit.

"LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE, WILLIAM!" She shrieked. "SHE WAS BACK! SHE WAS HERE AGAIN, AND YOU LET HER SLIP AWAY!"

The stoic reaper's eyes widened slightly at the flamboyant one's demeanor. The usual glints of adoration had vanished completely, and the normally silly air about her as dark.

William T. Spears was shocked, to say the least.

When he didn't respond, Grell growled and released her superior so as to storm out of the library.

The moment of her exit, the red reaper took up her death scythe and began racing towards the Phantomhive manor.

"BRAT!" She shouted as she crashed through the front doors of the enormous manor. Immediately, the crow demon was upon her, ready to stab her womanly heart out with cutlery.

The flamboyant reaper growled at the demon. "This isn't the time Sebastian! I have news on Morgan!"

The butler's red eyes widened and he dropped his weapons to lead the reaper to his master.

Without waiting to knock on the door of the boy's office, both supernatural beings just hurried along inside. Ciel looked up from his work, annoyance written across his slightly aged features. He was getting closer and closer to turning fourteen.

"What's going on?" He demanded. "Why are you here?"

"Young master," Sebastian began. "Grell tells me he has news about Morgan."

The contractor's eyes widened. Since the other servants were still searching abroad for the female footman, he had the freedom of going about his days without his silken eyepatch. It didn't matter that the reaper could see his marked eye, not to him at least.

Quickly and in detail, the red reaper recounted what had happened not even an hour earlier.

Once finished, both master and demon were staring at the self proclaimed woman with wide eyes. "Sebastian, what does this mean...?" Ciel finally muttered, turning his mismatched gaze to his butler.

The demon furrowed his brow and moved into his thinking pose. "I don't know, young master..."

Grell huffed suddenly and turned to strut out of the manor. "You two keep thinking about it while I actually going to try and find her."

And with a flick of her crimson hair, she was gone.