Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for violence.
Sebastian and Grell faced off in the dirty, stony ally with blood on the ground that had obviously come from the open door in the back, which had lots of blood pooling all over the place -- Ciel and Sebastian had failed to save one of the victims of jack the ripper. While Grell sat there, pleading and claiming that he was innocent, the blood that covered him head to toe told Sebastian otherwise. Sebastian covered 12-year old Ciel's eye and eyepatch and stared Grell down.
"You can drop the innocent act, Grell. It's over," black-haired Sebastian said, not falling for any of Grell's act. "You know, it's the first time that i met someone like you in the human world. You played the role of helpless butler well. Your act had almost everybody completely fooled."
"You..." Grell mumbled helplessly. "You think so?"
He suddenly smiled evilly, revealing sharp teeth, and rose up to his full height. A maniac giggle escaped from Grell's mouth. "How kind," Grell said mockingly. "That's great to hear." He took some red cloth off of himself, it making a whistling noise. He took off his bloodstained, round glasses as well, his body language laughing at Sebastian. "After all, I am an actress... and quite a good one at that."
Grell took off his brown wig, revealing black curly hair underneath. He insterted black eyelashes on his eyes and ripped off a cover above his lips to reveal a bushy mustache. "Of course, you're not really Sebastian either, are you?" he asked as he put gloves on himself.
"Sebastian," the other answered smoothly. "Is the name my master gave me, so that is who I am. For now."
"Ah, you're playing the faithful dog. Well, you're handsome enough to get away with it. Anyway, here we are, Sebastian. No, I'll call you Bassy."
Grell now only had a black suit on with a white undershirt underneath. The suit had big buttons on his and Grell seemed quite handsome to Sebastian. However, the teeth and the body language that Grell put off rang alarm bells in Sebastian's head.
"Now, now, let me introduce myself!" Grell said, fluttering his eyelashes. "The benette butler Nikola Tesla. What do you say? Let's get along."