Although I suppose my blood lust had been evident for quite some time, no one took a particular interest until one fateful evening when my little stunts were forced to come to an abrupt end. I had gotten away with so much. I had accomplished fulfilling the desires of both myself and my Mistress. What I hadn't counted on, was being foiled by a breathtaking demon and his brat of a young master. Of course, I'm referring to the night I was discovered as Jack the Ripper.

I had never intended to make a name for myself to the public of London. My reign as Jack was both the brightest highlight and the lowest downfall in my time as a shinigami. It's my own fault for even taking so much pity on Angelina Durless when I first saw her taking on the task of killing that prostitute. Her actions fascinated me, it was the first time I had witnessed a human taking actions into their own hands. Any other shinigami would have gone through the proper paperwork to stop her. Afterall, she kept me very busy and filled up my death book in no time.

Of course, being the compassionate kind, I took her story to heart. Those whores daring to come to her for abortions when she herself was unable to have children, I would not have hesitated to slit their throats and removed their organs either. For you see, I too am unable to have children. Although I'm the type of woman any man would desire, my male anatomy does hinder me in some area's of life. Instead of killing her or turning her over, I went against everything that a Death God is supposed to stand for, and I decided to help her. If I was going to spend my nights cleaning up her messes, I figured I might as well be having some fun and take part in them as well!

My work began to slack; some days I wouldn't even show up. But, no one noticed. No one really missed me. But, I was fine with that. I was much too busy in London, spending a large portion of my days and nights playing the role of Angelina's butler in disguise. I was quite a brilliant actress, everyone was won over with my performance! For once, I actually got to live among and observe the people that I was reaping. It wasn't all fun and games though. My appearance was forced to tone down greatly. My long, red locks were hidden into a deep auburn, golden eyes faded to green, even my distinctive smile had to become more "regular". No makeup, only subtle hints of my favorite color; it was not a pleasant look for me. But, I not only had to look the part, I also had to act it. I was often forced to take on tedious tasks by Madam Red, even though we both knew I was often less than adequate when it came to such things. My passion was indulging in blood lust, not making tea, driving carriages and doing the household shopping.

Even though she knew I could have taken her out with a flick of my wrist, Madam Red never hesitated to reprimand me, even in public. I'm sure that many saw me as more bumbling than I actually was. But, as long as we're being honest, she actually made me quite nervous most of the time. I never felt truly comfortable in the company of regular humans. Whenever I got angry, excited, sad, whenever my emotions would tend to get away from me, the facade I upheld would tend to leak away. Sometimes, without my even knowing. There were quite a few times when something would stir my emotions and my true self would start to show through. Angelina knew that this tended to happen, yet she still continuously provoked me. Never afraid to yell at me, even smack me, in public. I simply kept quiet, not wanting to risk my disguise leaking away because I decided to get heated. In some masochistic way, I think I enjoyed it.

But, as they say, all good things must come to an end. My good thing came to an end the night Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian Michaelis decided to get to the bottom of the Jack the Ripper case. They figured it out, as well as William. I've yet to receive such a harsh punishment as I did for that. On top of the brutality, my beloved chainsaw was taken away from me and replaced with a humiliating death scythe: a pair of red scissors.

There are times when I miss my days as Jack the Ripper. Although a much closer eye is kept on me these days, old habits do tend to die hard. Although William never did manage to completely tame me, I do try not to kill so publicly anymore. After all, the less people know, the better. Of course, I miss the thrill of killing for fun whenever I please. I still desire to hear the final screams make a beautiful duet with the roar of my chainsaw. My blood lust will always be with me. There will always be someone out there who needs someone bold enough to wipe their existence. And if I must take on the role of a butler to do so, then so be it. As any good actress would do, I will keep to my role until the final drop of that velvet curtain.