Ciel Phantomhive was walking the halls of his large Victorian mansion, the sun setting over the horizon, signaling that twilight was near. The young boy avoided the humans in the building, refusing to even be in the same room as the living. Ciel opened the French doors open walking out onto the balcony. The crisp cold from the winter air, pushed itself against his skin, but gained no attention. The boy was unable to tell the difference from hot and cold. In fact the boy didn't breathe, nor did his heart beat. Only doing so when it was necessary, to say he slept like the dead was a terrible pun.

It was his thirteenth birthday today and his parents no doubt was getting the drawing room prepped with cakes and presents. But today he just wasn't in the mood to celebrate. His stomach rumbled with a hunger that wasn't new to the demonic child. His hunger for a soul, a thing he had not had his lips around for a couple of weeks now. He was intensely craving for it, wanting it as much as humans needed air.

His mouth watered at the idea of devouring a soul.

His canines grew out and throbbed painfully as they begged for such a treat. His eyes slitting and turning a bright glowing pink that would see through the clothing and skin of humans to see the intangible soul. At the sound of a door opening and closing behind him, he cut out of his haze, wiping away the saliva that had escaped the carven of his mouth. His demonic appendages disappearing before they were seen.

Ciel turned around seeing the elderly butler, Tanaka. "Young Master, your parents have requested you in the drawing room." Ciel nodded and followed the elderly man, thankful that the man didn't have a soul that was worthy of belonging in his stomach. Ciel took a deep breath –out of habit– nervously. The smell of other souls through the door was intoxicating.

Tanaka opened the hand-crafted wooden door that opened into his own personal hell.

"Ciel!" cried Elizabeth as she screeched his name and came rushing to him in a large hug. "Happy birthday Ciel!" He swore his ears bled. He ignored the loud ringing in his ears and focused on his family and friends. The quicker he could get this over with the quicker he could get the hell out of here. His mother came up and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and handed him a present.

It was small and could fit in the palm of his hand. He sat down on the expensive couch and began to open the gift, finding a big blue crystal. "It's passed down to each Phantomhive, since its your thirteenth birthday, I decided that you deserve it," his father said, smiling. Ciel looked at the ring, the Phantomhive crest adorning it with the blue gem underneath. The ring was oversized and only fitted his thumb.

"Thank you father. I appreciate it."

Ciel got many more presents from his mother and father, Elizabeth and his aunt and uncles. He was sure many of the presents were unnecessary, the only gift he actually liked was the ring. The cake was delicious and probably would have costed an arm and leg. His stomach was still rumbling and he was getting irritable and his canines were throbbing in his gums.

He wasn't sure how much more he could take.

"Ciel are you okay?" Elizabeth – no Lizzie– asked, in a concerned tone. Ciel's fingers were digging into the arms of the chairs, the black nails turned to claws and were hiding themselves in the fabric. Ciel had given up on breathing a while ago, the strength of his composure was slipping. The hunger was starting to cause physical pain. His body ached all over and he wanted nothing more to murder the woman in front of him.

To taste the flavor of her soul, to rip it from her body– Ciel cut the thoughts from his head immediately. His fangs were slowly inching their way down his gums and throbbed like a bad bruise. His body was beginning to get uncomfortably warm and sweat was starting to form on his forehead. "I think im unwell, im going to bed," he lied, rushing to his chambers without a word from anyone else.

He practically barged into his room, grabbing his bag from underneath his oversized bed and jumped from the second-story window. Making sure the window was closed and the candles blown out. He wasted no time running out of the estate, avoiding Sebastian –his greyhound and jumping the fence with ease.

He ran as demonically fast as his legs could go and reached London within a few minutes. Ciel jumped up on the suburban roofs, hopping from roof to roof, reaching the criminally active area. His claws' digging into the roof as his skidded to a stop. He watched a gang of Italian men that looked like they were part of what the Yard call the 'mafia'. He watched them with hunger. Their souls were tainted in blood and Ciel's body sifted and changed into one that fitted a fiend of hell.

Horns grew from his head, his eyes turning pink with hunger. Black feathered wings broke through the skin on his back. The claws grew out and were long and sharp, canines just as long grew from his gums. A black pointed tail sprouted from his back as he growled. The men on the brick road tensed as the growl reached their ears. They were silent waiting to hear it again.

Silence.

Then suddenly there was a grunt and a cloud of dust as one of the three men was attacked. The other two could hear the man screaming. But the screams only egged the demon on. Ciel pushed the man down with his thin childlike arms, and he bit the man's neck harshly as the man screamed in pain and opened his mouth that Ciel was able to attach himself to the man's mouth and sucked in the man's oxygen from his lungs.

Ciel's clawed hands dug into the man's chest, ripping his skin as he forced the soul up into the man's throat and when it was close enough Ciel's tongue forced itself down the man's throat and latched onto the soul. The man let out a muffled scream of agonized pain, as his now free hands tried hitting the demons sides, idly trying to throw the demon off. Once the soul was in the man's mouth his throbbing canines bit down. Ripping the soul from the man's body, hearing the 'snap' of the connection of body and soul break. Ciel swallowed the man's soul, feeling content with a soul inside his raging stomach. Ciel let himself be treated to the three other men.

It was it was his birthday after all.