I Don't Own Kuroshitsuji. Or anything else that I don't seem to own.

And... This seriously just popped into my head. :l. I don't even know.
HUrr.

"What do you fear?"
"I fear nothing."
"Do you fear water?"
"I fear nothing."
"Do you wish to fear?"
"...Yes."

"Geez," The brunette sighed, twirling her hair as she sat down on the cream-colored couch. She sat Indian-styled as she reread a page from a book she was currently reading. "Why would you even?" She complained, her forest green eyes flickering in irritation at the main characters decision to leave her base in order to find food though a snowstorm was at her tail. "Whatever. Just a book..." She sighed as she took her metallic, silver colored bookmark with the word she loved on it. 'Justice'. She smiled in a melancholic way as she traced over the bold letters before placing the bookmark down set into it's place. It's been three hours since she'd started reading this book. She was already nearing the end. The brunette grinned, "Almost there!" She exclaimed as she stretched herself out on the couch, examining the dark, wooden, new floor which was almost covered by a white, soft carpet.

She glanced over at the clock which took a shape of a black cat. It hung against the wall, fastened on tightly by a simple nail. The clock read: 8:47.

She let out a small yawn, stretching herself once more as she stood up. She took a glance out at the window. It was dark out, though the street lights seemed to push away some of the darkness. She then began to think about the dream she recently had, frowning bitterly. The words someone had whispered to her in that short period of time continued to haunt her. "Do you wish to fear?"

She blinked, gulping at the sound of the haunting voice. "I do," she incoherently whispered back. She already had fears. She was afraid of the dark, she hated the light all the same. She was afraid of water, yet she was afraid of the sun. She couldn't understand herself. She wanted more fears because she felt that she didn't make sense to herself, or to anyone else.

She bit back a groan as she fixed her white tank top, readjusting her pale white bra. She had to take the mail today. It was the 5th day ever since the last time she'd gone to take the mail... "Oh, poo..." She looked outside once more to check if any sign of life was out there. Nope. She smirked, "I'll make this quick..." She told herself. It was a habit, talking to herself when she was alone. It was to make her feel safer. She felt that even at home she wasn't safe.

The 16 year-old girl rushed over to her coat rack, grabbing a black leather jacket and zipping it up. She currently wore loose shorts, but it was only because she felt hot in the house. She slid into pale slippers before taking the mailbox's keys and ringing the chain around her finger. She traced over her name which was engraved onto the chain. She smiled nervously. She hated going out in the dark while wearing her embarrassing clothes. People could see her!

"Whatever!" She exclaimed, placing her hand on the slightly heated door knob which lead to the outside world, "I am Erille Passel! And I can do what ever the hell I want!"

With that, she grinned and swung the door open. Seeing that there was nobody there, she broke into a jog. She watched out for the small bumps on the pavement as she raced down to her mailbox. She then realized that the lights around her began flickering, as if signaling there would be power outage. She bit her lip, hoping silently that there would be none. Eri wanted to get this over with, and fast. She'd been reading for awhile, and not she desperately wanted to game on the computer her brother, Emil had built specifically for her. Suddenly, all the lights went out.

She hissed, realizing that she was near her mail box.

A cold breeze passed by her, and as quickly as it came, it was gone. Another object replaced it.

Her eyes widened when something skimmed passed her cheek as she turned around. She looked at the object which skimmed her cheek causing blood to leak from it. It was a knife. A knife one would use to cut small pieces of meat and such. She suddenly felt that she had to run home again. She was about to run until she realized that the knife had swiftly passed through her from the direction her home was, and she also realized that since the mailbox was just a few feet away from her that she might as well take the mail and run. She swiveled around only to be greeted by the sound of a chainsaw revving.

"Oh, Sebastian~!" A voice rang through the air.

Her heart froze when she saw a flash of red rushing to her. She dove to the side, slamming herself into the mailbox. She flinched and clenched her teeth as she pressed a hand on her bruising shoulder, cursing inwardly. The blur of red, black and white swished past her, carrying a chainsaw in hand. She watched as the long haired 'female' rushed to two figures, one taller than the other.

"Why don't you ditch your demon of a master for me~?" The same voice rang through the air.

Eri gulped. She was about the reach for her phone before realizing she broke hers quite some time ago. She slowly- and shakily stood, still clutching her shoulder. She reached for her keys which had seemed to disappear from her hands. She froze when she couldn't find them anywhere near her. She began to shudder. She hated the dark, and now she had to find something in the dark. "Bah, crap..." she cursed. She then began her search for her keys. Her hands began searching the cold cement for the keys to both her house and her mailbox. When she couldn't find it, she let out a low growl.

Or at least, she thought it was hers.

A man from behind her grabbed at her waist, eliciting a gasp from her as she was pressed onto a cold, stiff chest. She shrieked when the blur of red which she had seen before tried to attack her with it's red chainsaw.

"What the hell!" She cried when the chainsaw glazed the man behind her's wool jacket. The man behind her jumped back and pushed her away from him.

She landed on the grass with a loud whining noise. Eri then looked up, her eyes widening. The lady- or man with a chainsaw was trying to kill this... rather handsome looking boy around her age. What confused her the most was their attire. The boy wore slightly shorts and a jacket with a ribbon, but she couldn't see him properly because of the dark.

She then decided to pull herself away from the scene, her hand landing on something hard which caused her to yelp. She withdrew her hand away from the metal, sharp curves of what seemed to be her key which slightly gleamed in the dark. Her eyes lit up in horror when the red haired thing cackled, "Oh? Looks like a human has seen out fight!"

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit..." She cursed inwardly repeatedly as she grabbed her keys. She, with all her strength left, stood up and limped away from them. Her mind was turning hazy. She couldn't comprehend pain anymore when she felt adrenaline burst through her endlessly. She then broke into a run heading to her house.

"Not so fast!"

Her heart leaped to her throat and she ran faster, "Screw the police- oh god!" She cried as she crossed the street. Her instincts told her to dodge to the left, and she, not wanting to die as she heard it's footsteps near her, obeyed her instincts. She threw her body to the left, almost hitting a tree her neighbor seemed to be working hard to grow. The sounds of the chainsaw revving passed her, and for a moment, she felt thankful until she realized that she was now, vulnerable on the floor.

"Gotcha now, darling~!" The red haired freak grinned manically. He revved his chainsaw once more until-!

Bam! A quick blur of black swiftly took him away. Then, much to her relief, the lights went on.

She blinked.

She looked around to see if anyone was there. She was confused when she found nobody near the mailboxes, or around her. Was it all just an illusion? Her eye momentarily twitched. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her again. She freaked out when she heard knocking coming from her left, and she quickly turned to see her neighbor who looked at her in an amused fashion.

Erille turned red. She immediately launched upwards and walked onto the pavement. She felt unsure, so she bowed as if trying to say 'sorry' and ran to her door. She shoved it open and quickly closed it. "I'm not getting the mail until tomorrow," she sighed softly, but it constantly nagged her. 'It' being the moment when she almost died and when she almost witnessed someone die. Was it really just another one of her mind's magic tricks? I mean, someone with such long, red hair and vibrant, yellowish green eyes couldn't possibly exist, could they?

She let out a perplexed sigh, locking her door before walking away from her door. "I'll just ignore it and play Osu! or go on Facebook or maybe I should just sleep." She yawned. She'd been slightly restless lately, and maybe she just needed some sleep to ward some of her minds tricks away. She was about to head upstairs, finally making her decision to sleep until polite knocking was heard from her door. Sighing, she mindlessly walked to her entrance door. She unlocked the door and swiftly opened it to reveal a-!

Piece of poo which launched from North Korea. YAAAAY.

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