[[ First of all I don't own any of these characters from Kuroshitsuji. I'm simply one hell of a fan. Ever since watching the series and reading the books I have been playing around with this idea in my head and decided to share it here on . If anyone reading this has read P.C and Kristin Cast's 'A House of Night' you will see I use some aspects from that collection within this story. And don't worry, further into the plot Ciel will be in the story. ]]

(Yes I'm aware I could have put this a bit of a crossover but I didn't want to seeing as most people won't look there to read it.)

Hope you all enjoy ^^,

~+~ Sebastian POV~+~

"Really, is that all you got, demon?" The woman said with a loud cackle. Instinctively, I allow a smirk to form on my lips, the remaining silverware slipping between my fingers before I finally speak.

"On the contrary, I've only just begun." And with that our fight continued, both of us sending violent blows at the other. She moved gracefully for someone so hag-like, making me wonder if the years hadn't been cruel to her could she have been what humans call beautiful? My thoughts were disrupted by my master's voice which filled the air.

"Sebastian, quit showing off and end this!" Ciel Phantomhive demanded.

"Yes, my lord." And with that I plunged a knife into her heart, my early thoughts no longer relevant. She howled out in pain before slumping to the ground, her hands trying to remove the knife but with little success.

"A… a curse upon you.." She stuttered, raising one of her hands to point in my direction. I never really cared for such statements; humans were all talk after all. Many times they promised to end me yet here I stood after all these years of existence.

"Sebastian Michaelis." The next sentence she said was inaudible, I couldn't make out the words but it sounded like an ancient language that I had heard once before.

"Come along Sebastian, she's as good as dead." Ciel said, turning his back to walk away from the scene. I too started to walk away but found myself to be frozen to the spot on which I stood.

"What's this?" I mumbled, a shocked expression taking over my face while I tried to free my legs from the ground. Her menacing laugh filled the air and was shortly followed by strong gusts of wind that enveloped around me. The force of them was so strong I had to close my eyes.

"Sebastian!" The young master called before everything faded to black. Darkness, hello my old friend.

~+~ Izara POV ~+~

It had been a long time since the incident yet every night the memories of it seemed to plague my mind. The fear of what was happening to me and my friends, the excoriating pain of it all. I knew it was over but still, why couldn't I shake off this horrible feeling?

It started with a storm, one that seemed to come from nowhere. The others and I had been outside when it started, bolts of lightning hitting us as we tried to find shelter from it. Since that they we had powers. Mine was immortality (well so to speak, I could die at my own hands but not the hands of others) and the ability to sense a person's true nature. It's nothing compared to my friend Tim who can turn anything into ice, or Dalia who can turn invisible.

A faint sigh passed my lips before my bright green eyes shifted to the large panels of glass that made up the wall of my longue. I had it all, wealth, friends, family. That's all everyone wants in life isn't it? While trying to figure out if I was truly happy or not a bright light in the distance distracted me.

Frowning, I gazed up into the sky wondering if it was my imagination or not. It was getting brighter and larger but what was it. It was then I realised whatever it was, it was coming straight towards my house.

"Crap!" I barely had time to think, let alone move as it came crashing down into my garden, coming straight towards my panel glasses until I heard them shattering. Immediately I thought of the difficult task of finding replacements that would fit as I huddled behind one of the sofas in the room.

"What a peculiar place."

A voice spoke. It was seductive yet eerie at the same time, like there was something hidden beneath the smooth, polite tone of it. Getting to my feet I gazed over at the tall man that was standing among the shards of glass. He had raven hair and, was I imagining this, red eyes? Red eyes that were looking straight at me.

"Wh- Who are you?" I asked, curious as to who this person was and how he got here. The male smiled at me but even though it was a pleasant smile it made me feel uncomfortable. Already I could feel his aura and knew he wasn't human.

"Pardon my intrusion, I had no control over where I landed. I am Sebastian Michaelis, butler to the Phantomhive Manor." He stated while raising one of his hands to place it across his chest. "And who might you be?"

"I'm Izara Thornton, and this is my home." I replied softly. I knew I should have been afraid but when you have the gift of immortality you tend to not fear death.

"Oh, I am dreadfully sorry for the mess I made. I shall clean it up if you like?"

For someone who wasn't human he sure was polite. All I could manage to do was nod my head before he vanished into my kitchen. After a short moment he emerged with a swiping brush in one hand, a dustpan in the other. I was too surprised to say anything for a while but after five minutes I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"You're not human." He stopped swiping up and turned to look at me, a blank expression on his face.

"What makes you say that?" That creepy smile plastered his face once more.

"Because.." I started, hesitating momentarily at the thought of telling him how I knew, "I can sense a person's aura and yours isn't the same as a human's."

His face became expressionless once more, his red eyes locked on me as he placed the swiping brush against the wall. "Yes, you are correct Miss Thornton. But do you know what I am?" He asked while slowly making his way over to me.

I shook my head from side to side; no I didn't know what he was. My lack of knowledge seemed to amuse him, a soft chuckle escaping him.

"I can tell you if you like?" He was standing less than a few inches from me and all I could do was stand there, like a deer in front of headlights. But frightened as I was, I was also curious and couldn't stop myself from nodding.

"Why, I'm.." He lend in closer to my ear, his warm breath against my flesh causing a shiver to run through me. "A demon."

And with that he was gone. I was standing alone in the room with a mess to clean up. A mess that was caused by a demon. Why had he come here and why had he been so pleasant. Instead of trying to figure this out on my own I went over to pick up my phone and dialled Tim's number. It only took him a few seconds to answer.

"Tim, you have to come over here now."

"What is it?"

"Trouble yet again."

~+~ Sebastian POV ~+~

Where had that witch sent me? Why was everything here different? I was clear to me that I was no longer in nineteen century England but I couldn't make head nor tail of where exactly I was. The layout of buildings were different here, the manner in which they decorated. And the clothes? Women in trousers walking up and down the streets, never had I see such peculiarity . Even that woman from early was dressed in similar attire.

That women. My mind thought of her once more. The innocence that surrounded her, the strong will I could feel in her heart. I wanted to devour her soul the moment I stood in front of her. There was something about it that captivated me, pulled me into it's sweet abyss. My eyes gazed down at the mark on my hand, the one I formed with my master. It was still there but a much faded colour than it had always been.

Her soul reminded of the master's, yet was completely different at the same time. Who was she and how is it she possesses a power that let's her see a being's aura?

I knew I had to figure out a way to get back to my Master and surely this woman could help me if I can't do it alone. Why else would the witch have sent me to her.

[[ Next Chapter: Sebastian re-visits the house but Izara might need to be persuaded to help a demon. ]]