The Eldest Phantomhive

Chapter Three

"What an idiot," Ciel drawled, although his imitation of his older brother was spot on, making Vladimir grin cutely.

They were in an alley, waiting to discover who Jack the Ripper really was, although the eldest Phantomhive and his demon mate already knew who were behind it.

Ciel wanted to confirm his suspicions for himself and he was glad that his older brother finally let him come to what was sure to be a gore filled scene.

Sebastian entertained himself by tenderly petting his Neko mate's ears who began purring quietly.

A bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the otherwise empty alley but as they raced towards the victim's house, the smell of blood began to entrance Vladimir who slammed Grell Sutcliff against the wall and snarled viciously at him.

The crimson haired Grim Reaper was now in his true form and his emerald eyes drank in Vladimir's muscular and lithe body hungrily.

"At least get rid of the brat before you take me," The Shinigami smiled in what he believed to be a seductive way but instead it enraged Sebastian, revolted Ciel and made Vladimir chuckle lowly.

"Come on out of the house, Aunt Angelina, you are as much guilty as your fellow criminal here, and I fancy knowing why you desire to murder my little brother," Vladimir purred dangerously and his crimson haired aunt stepped out of the house.

"Only you were suppose to be born! He was a mistake! He was never supposed to be born! My sister was already half dead by the time she and Vincent were killed! Oh Vladimir, Ast-" Angelina Dallas, also known as Madam Red was caught off by her eldest nephew.

"Do not speak his name in my presence, dear aunt, you know I tried my hardest for him to live," Vladimir's shoulders slumped for a moment as inky shadows of anguish hooded his handsome aristocratic features.

Then his shoulders straightened again and he held his head high, jewelled irises now a beautiful molten gold.

"You will not kill my little brother, Aunt Angelina, how could you even believe that murder is the answer to all of your problems? Honestly you might just be a bigger idiot than your Shinigami," Vladimir hissed and his mother's sister slumped at the insult coming out of her favourite nephew's mouth.

"You became enchanted by our father yet seemed to forget that he was betrothed to our mother, you internally despised them both for it yet found love on your own once more. You had fallen pregnant and a tragic horse carriage accident not only killed your husband but also your child and damaged your uterus to the point that the doctors had to take it out of you, otherwise you would have died. Your grief sent you spiralling into insanity which caused your hatred for prostitutes to boil over, you began murdering them on your own after they came to you for abortions. But then your Shinigami found you stained in the crimson of your victims and together you began murdering prostitutes," Vladimir told his maternal aunt's sad life story yet Ciel couldn't find it in himself to give her the benefit of the doubt.

Grell and Sebastian fought each other, doing their best to kill the other but neither was really succeeding.

Madam Red threw her knife at her youngest nephew but instead her favourite nephew intercepted it and he let out a low hiss as blood spilled down his chest, staining his white button up shirt crimson.

As crimson as his aunt's hair, as red as her victims' bodies and her Shinigami's hair, as dark as the hatred in her soul.

Angelina let out a shattered cry as she realized that her favourite nephew was fatally injured because of her.

And as she moved to catch him, Ciel beat her to it and held his older brother's pale cornsilk coloured haired head in his lap.

"Big brother, just hold on, it is going to be alright," Ciel did his best to hold back the tears that wanted to fall.

In one swift movement, Madam Red was no more, Grell's chainsaw stabbed through her back and out of her stomach, large amounts of blood sprouting from her gruesome wound and from her mouth as well.

"Vincent, Rachel," Angelina coughed up more blood.

"Edward," A sad smile settled onto the rapidly dying Baroness's once beautiful face.

"Vladimir, Ciel, Ast-" And then she was no longer alive but instead dead.

And as Ciel shed a tear that fell onto his older brother's wound, he didn't realize his own tears saved his older brother's life.

Vladimir healed before their eyes and then crawled over to his aunt's dead body, gently closing her eyes and leaning his forehead against hers, his own tears softly hitting her cold skin.

"May you be reunited with the rest of our family, Aunt Angelina," The eldest Phantomhive, began to sob, and as his little brother crawled into his arms, they grieved together.

Grell had already disappeared into the night and now Sebastian leaned against the wall, his crimson eyes full of sorrow as he kept his gaze on his grieving mate and young master.

"She will have a proper burial, my master and young lord, I am sure Undertaker will indeed make her look beautiful again," Sebastian sighed as he pulled his gloves on again with his teeth.

"Bastian, take us home, please and let Adrian know of Aunt Angelina needing to be made beautiful once more," Vladimir murmured before he and his younger brother fell asleep in their demon butler's arms.

Sebastian hummed in agreement and sped home with both of his masters in his very much capable arms.

He dressed the younger Phantomhive in his nightgown and tucked him into bed, leaving a single candle to cast warm shadows upon him before making his way to his mate's bedroom.

The demon undressed and dressed Vladimir in his night shirt and boxers, tucked him into bed, kissed his forehead and melted into the shadows as the candle went out after another moment.