BAM! BAM! BAM! The sound of gunshots echoed through the nighttime air.
"This is starting to happen way too often" Ciel thought, "And just as I'm starting to fall asleep…" The boy lazily got out of bed with a grunt and yelled his butler's name.
Twice.
Three times.
That woke Ciel up. Sebastian wasn't one to be called twice much less three times, if he had to be called at all. The boy walked toward his window and opened it up, looking outside. The heavy smell of blood filled the room quickly. "Sebastian!" Ciel called out another time. Nothing.
Ciel walked out of the room and through the hallways, following the scent of blood. He finally came to the garden where he found footprints, obviously put there on purpose. What else to do, the boy thought as a heavy sigh came out.
The garden seemed to get darker as he walked, not just decreasing in light but becoming evil.
"Young... Master, don't come...any UGH!" Sebastian's voice rang out. He sounded pained."It's impossible to hurt Sebastian," Ciel barley muttered. The thought ran over and over in his head. "Thats impossible..."
So Ciel ran like Hell.
"Oh hell no! I did not come all this way for you to run! Oi! You get over here!" a powerful female voice came from where he heard Sebastian's. Suddenly, a blur ran past him and an invisible force carried him towards the voice. He fell hard to the ground and had barley a second to see a bloody, paralyzed Sebastian twitching on the ground and a tall woman standing above him.
"Can I just say, your accent is so adorable!" was all the boy heard before everything went black.
The world was swimming when Ciel woke up. "Dammit, it wore off," he heard from the same voice, just a little less deep. He looked up to see a girl about ten years old with pale/ reddish skin, a mess of wavy blonde hair, and piercing gray eyes.
"Huh..?" was all he managed to get out.
The girl offered him her hand and said,"Hi, I'm Z." He stood up, stumbling a bit. "Crap, of course you got taller. Oh well, I suppose thats what time travel will do to you." Her eyes traveled over him, seeming to analyze every little detail about Ciel. "'Bout five six i suppose."
He looked at her. "Who are you?! A ten year old brat who kidnap-"
"TWELVE!" she didn't let him finish. "God, do I look ten?! I am twelve years old. Twelve and a half, to be precise."
"Fine, I don't care about your age, just, where am I?"
"I'll answer questions later. Just, I'm a good guy and I know how to kill even demons"
"Where am I?!"
"Way ahead of your time. Sorry Mr. Phantomhive, you've been drafted into a war you'll probably die in."