((Author's Note: This is before Alois dies and Ciel becomes a demon, just my own alternate ending for the story. This story is also found on my Wattpad account, to get different feedback and such.

THE CHARACTERS AND SOME PLOTLINE DO NOT BELONG TO ME, NEITHER DOES THE PICTURE. Just chill.

WARNINGS: This chapter contains lots of blood and gore, keep that in mind as you read))

It was a nice winter day in the Phantomhive manor. Birds were chirping, the sun was shining, you could hear the familiar cries of the servants as they try to apologize for breaking things. (Yes, this was normal.) But of course the head of the household, Ciel Phantomhive, was rotting life away in his study by doing an excessive amount of paperwork. Although he had four scheduled meetings, two party invitations, (which he was obviously going to decline) many lessons, (dancing, violin practice, history, etc) and of course a tea party with his Fiance, Elizabeth Midford, all this week. He was, in fact, a busy Earl, but he manages to get everything done with the help of his butler.

Sebastian Michaelis is the head butler of the estate, he never fails to get a task done swiftly and efficiently. Along with him there are five other servants running the household. Meyrin, (the maid) Finnian, (the gardener) Bardroy, (the chef) Tanaka, (the old head butler) and Snake. (the footman) They were an extremely odd bunch, and not too good at their jobs either, but they do manage to do one thing correctly, protect the estate.

Most people were envious of Lord Phantomhive. Despite being close to fourteen years of age, he was known as "The Queen's Watchdog." He abides the laws of England, working in the underworld, to eliminate any threat that troubles Queen Victoria. He's hated by many indeed, so much that there are some rumors that say people have tried to kill him on many occasions, but they would always disappear. Only Ciel Phantomhive himself as well as Sebastian Michaelis knew what happened to the poor souls that cross him, but that's a story for a different day.

Today, actually, was destined to be one of those days...

"Young Master" Sebastian said, knocking on the Earl's door.

"Come in" was the only reply.

"My Lord, I've brought you some Earl Grey tea along with an French Pastry, I hope you enjoy" The butler said with a smirk.

"What's the occasion?" Ciel asked, raising an eyebrow. Sebastian never let him have sweets before dinner, unless of course the Earl used his puppy eyed face, which could apparently even make the demon melt.

"No occasion, I just had some free time in between my daily routine."

"And you didn't spend it with that cat?"

"No, of course no- You knew about the cat…?" Sebastian looked up at his master. Ciel just smirked mischievously.

"I didn't until just now.." He stared coldly at his demon.

"Well played, My Lord." Sebastian bowed and quickly exited the room to get back to cleaning.

Ciel sighed and began eating his pastry, knowing Sebastian would never give it to him without a reason. He wondered, most of the day, what that particular reason was.

"Damn cat obsessed moron… Probably his way of apologizing about his feline…" Even if it was a rather idiotic attempt at an apology, Ciel did fall victim to sweets easily, so it worked, to say the least.

Later that day, Ciel was mindlessly wandering the halls. Having finished all of his paperwork, he was waiting for dinner to be served. He was completely bored and couldn't find anything to do in the meantime. He then decided to stroll along a hall he never even dared to visit since that day. The Young Lord happened to stumble upon his parent's old room. He hasn't been in that room in nearly three years, the last time he was, was the night before they both died.

Ciel walked in cautiously, as if the events of that night would replay if he didn't make the correct moves. He softly sat on the bed and looked around. Everything was mostly the same, despite it being burned to ashes. He stood up and took in each and every detail. His mother's music box (or a replica anyway) sat on a desk near in front of their bed. He sighed and twisted the small handle. A harmonic little tune began playing from it, Ciel smiled softly. His eyes drifted over to a photograph of his parents. The Young Earl picked it up and studied it as nostalgia flooded through him, the glass tinted ever so slightly to show something he couldn't quite make out. Before he had time to realize what it was, a cloth covered his mouth and nose. All he saw before blacking out completely was the dark figure over him. A masculine chuckle could be heard throughout the room.

"Some guard dog…"

Sebastian looked room to room, searching for his master, and found absolutely nothing. He checked the garden, asked the servants, and even tried luring his master out of hiding with more sweets. Still...nothing. Suddenly, Meyrin came screaming after the demon. A look of concern and confusion was shown upon the young maid's face.

"Sebastian, we've got a letter! We've got a-AH!" She tripped over her bootlace and fell onto Sebastian, making him roll his eyes. He took the letter from the now blushing maid and read it quietly. His eyes widened, but he smirked.

"Oh Master, you've gotten yourself kidnapped once again…" He chuckled and pushed off Meyrin, who was now blushing even harder as well as bleeding from her nose. She kept apologizing over and over, but Sebastian was already gone.

The demon wasted no time looking for his master. He would never admit it, but ever since Ciel had that awful asthma attack during their adventure at the circus, he's been awfully worried and a bit overprotective of the boy. Some might say he even cared for Ciel, but that was mostly a bunch of nonsense...

When Ciel finally woke up, he found himself tied down to a table in a darkened room. He attempted to wiggle his way out of the ropes that ties both his wrists and ankles, but found that they started cutting into his skin when he did so. A feminine laugh sounded throughout said dark room. A laugh that would've chilled any normal person to the bone, but not for the Earl.

"I wouldn't try to struggle if I were ya, the ropes will only cut into yer skin deeper" She said as if reading the Earl's mind. The girl stepped out into the light. Her boney and cold appearance nearly made her look ghostlike. Her long dark hair was messy and nearly touched the floor. If Ciel were to guess, he'd say this woman was seriously mad, and has clearly never seen the light of day.

"I suppose that would be more convenient for you then, perhaps you would like to tie them a bit tighter?" The boy spat, making the girl scowl.

"Watch it, kid, I can end yer life in a second if I want to."

"I'd like to see you try…" The boy was clearly trying to mess with her, push her to her limits, see what she's actually capable of. Not the smartest of choices one might say.

"I will, I just like to hear my victims scream first." She laughed then pulled out a slim knife. "Now, where should I start… Guard Dog."

The girl slid the cool metal against the boy's skin, softly at first, then she pressed harder. Blood started flowing from his stomach, yet the boy barely made a sound. She growled in disappointment.

"Yer tougher than you seem…" She paused, then smirked. "But I wonder what sounds you'll make if I were to exchange knives." She pulled out a larger, more threatening knife from under the table, immediately driving it into Ciel's delicate skin.

Ciel held back several screams, unfortunately, there were a few that made their way out of his mouth. The pain was unbearable. His eyes went in and out of focus. Spots danced their way across his vision. Where was he? What was going on? Images of being laid out on a table crossed his mind. People in dark cloaks stood all around him. They smiled, chanting under their breath. Demonic. Ciel threw up on the floor. His energy drained. He felt weak. He eventually blacked out upon feeling a large object crushing against his skull.

It took the demonic butler the better part of the hour, gathering context clues, killing some witnesses, (Sebastian can have a bit of a tantrum when his master is in possible danger) and finally finding where Ciel was kept.

When he did get there, the contract mark binding them together started hurting tremendously. This signifying his master was in more danger than he had hoped. The demon didn't care if it was a trap at this point, he ran into the building, searching top to bottom for Ciel. Killing, yet, another handful of people.

Sebastian finally found him in the cellar, but what he saw made him stop in his tracks.

"Master…"

Ciel was tied to a table, blood clearly flowing from his wrists and ankles, bruises and cuts were found all over his body, there was a giant gash in his head and on his leg, but the most concerning thing, was the rather deep wound on his chest, blood was everywhere, and you could tell he was struggling to breathe.

"Sebas..tian." He tilted his head up weakly. He regained consciousness, he just barely made out the familiar figure of his demonic butler. "Today's game.. hasn't been in my favour." The boy chuckled quietly, coughing in the process.

"Master.." Sebastian sighed in relief. "Honestly, how can you even speak in such a condition?" He walked closer towards his master.

"I've never been one... to quit…" He muttered, making the demon chuckle.

"Isn't this a surprise, yer butler came to visit you, Watchdog." The female walked by Ciel, smirking evilly at his butler. "I hate to interrupt this touching reunion, but I need to kill off yer pathetic master." She smiled evilly, raising her knife, getting ready to lunge at the butler at any minute.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that…" Sebastian's crimson eyes started to glow. He pinned the girl to the wall, making her drop the knife. She growled and snapped at the demon, like a vicious animal.

"My my, what rude manners for a lady such as yourself." Sebastian smiled, but there was not an ounce of kindness in it. The girl giggled. Then she started to giggle louder, which turned into fits of laughter. She laughed and laughed, like a maniac. Finally, she looked the demon straight in the eyes.

"Fine... take em." She hissed and pulled out of the demon's grasp. The girl carefully untied Ciel, then pushed him off the table. Sebastian, of course, caught him before he hit the ground, but that didn't stop the boy from letting out a groan of pain. Sebastian began to realize exactly how much trouble Ciel was in. "But good luck saving yer precious dog, he has lost a bit of blood, hasn't 'e?" She smirked and backed away from the scene, completely disappeared.

Sebastian refocused his attention on Ciel. A pool of his blood was all over the floor, and the butler thought he saw one of his master's bones sticking out of his chest, but if he couldn't fix a little trifle such as this, what kind of butler would he be? Certainly not one hell of a butler, that's for sure.

"Se..bast...ian?" Ciel felt terrible. Almost as if pools of flames were licking his whole body… especially his abdomen. Of course, the boy tried to appear stronger than he felt, but one thing still tugged at his mind.

"Honestly, Master, I leave you alone for a few hours and you managed to get yourself kidnapped…" Sebastian sighed. Ciel lifted up his head and looked around the room. "What is it, Master?"

"What… What about the other… man?"

"What?" Sebastian tilted his head, then suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his right shoulder. Ciel's eyes widened.

"Sebastian!" He managed to scream. The man behind him smiled. Sebastian huffed and shook his head, clearly not afflicted by the pain.

"That's no way to stab someone," He pulled out the sword in his shoulder and laid Ciel gently on the ground, despite groans of protest. The man's eyes were wide.

"Aye! What are ya doin?!"

"Your aim and trajectory was shaky, as well as the force of the blow," The demon turned around slowly, with glowing eyes. The man shook with fear and turned around to try to run. "You need to do it more like this!" He struck the man in the chest, hitting him directly through the heart. The demon smiled wickedly, as the boy stared at the events playing in front of him.

'He looks like a madman…' Ciel thought as the body crumpled beneath him.

"Now, let's get you fixed up, Master." Sebastian said, scooping up the wounded Earl.

'No… he looks like a demon.' Ciel realized, blacking out in the demon's arms.