Chapter 1: A witch? What an utter joke.
A/N: Why hello readers... There's going to be a drastic change in what I write my fanfictions about. You see, Naruto started to get boring after reading and writing it for so long. I have now moved onto this: Black Butler. I only do this simply because I have been dying to see the anime for quite some time, and now that I have... I can write to my heart's contempt.
I do, however, have a gruesome confession to add to these details: I simply adore beings with black hair, red demonic eyes and the ability to do so much with so little. This detail shows why I have had such a fascination with Uchiha Itachi, and now Sebastian Michaelis. I do say they are somewhat evenly matched on the scales, but only one can win and I have yet to debate on whom that should be. When that debate has been concluded, then I shall be posting it with the conclusion of this story. I know not how many parts there will be, but it will be enough to satisfy any fans of this particular anime.
I do hope you will enjoy my character, as she will be depicted of what goes on in my mind and what I wish to be reality.
Sebastian: Are you quite finished with your ramblings, young mistress?
For now. Dear readers I hope you will forgive me for jumping around so much on my other stories, but with this one I simply wish that I could own this very elusive butler.
A witch? What an utter joke.
The moon shines bright on this night. My body free of all its longing and pain. How I wish that I did not have to feel this utter foolishness of dying. I see now that it cannot be helped, because they wanted me dead for years. My family, the divine goddess, my friends... They all betrayed me, but they didn't see that I had placed a spell upon my body and soul.
"When I am to be killed, send me elsewhere, not this realm, a different one. Make it so that when I die in this realm that I will be taken to a new one and given another chance at life. That all I am here and now will be reborn again. That I will still have my powers. That I will be stronger than I was in this life. So mote it be."
That is the spell I had placed upon myself. And now I find myself in quite the odd...well actually the best predicament ever. For you see, this realm is one that I have longed to enter, one that I merely heard stories about. The realm of the demons...
Quite odd that it has to be in London doesn't it? I cannot complain about it though, since I did not specify which realm to be transported to. The only problem I have is...Why the fuck is he here!?
Tall, dark, handsome... and the most alluring red eyes that I have ever seen. No, this is wrong. I was not supposed to have landed up with them.
I'm sure you are confused, so please allow me to explain:
When my mother and the divine goddess finally caught me and ended my life, I was automatically transported to another realm. What I did not anticipate was falling from the sky, in the body of my feline form. Yes I'm a fucking cat. I can transform into one if I so wish it. Only this time, I have no control over it. That's something for me to figure out later. My problem now is that I was falling from the sky at such a fast pace with dread lines drooping down my face. Oh yes, I also can't use my magic in my feline form, so there goes that idea. However, as I was nearing the roof of Notre Dame, a shadow passed me. I turned to look at it and there I saw the red eyes that would haunt me for years to come.
Slender hands encased in white gloves grasped my feline body and pulled me into a lithe body clad in a black suit (OI! Don't give the fangirls a nosebleed! Although I am getting one just by writing this... Oh god, I sound like Grell.). The wind rushed past me and I closed my eyes, digging my claws into the soft fabric beneath my paws as well as into the chest of the person that held me. This earned me a tiny grunt from my saviour.
Funny enough through all of this I wasn't screaming. If I did I'm pretty sure that I'd sound like a cat that has its tail being pulled by a bratty child that wants to play, believe me that's what I want to do.
When the wind stopped rushing passed my whiskers I kept my eyes tightly shut. A deep chuckle was what tempted me to open them, my tail swishing a little bit in anxiety.
"Ah so soft..." Ah that voice, so delectably irresistible. "You're safe now little one." Wait a minute... I know that voice.
Opening my eyes fully I could see who had caught me, and let me tell you this, I am both dying of fangirlism and a heart attack. Fangirlism because you can most certainly say this fellow is the most hottest thing ever and the heart attack is for pretty much the same reason.
My body froze up as I stared into the deep red eyes of none other than Sebastian Michaelis. He was staring into my eyes as well, with a perfect smile on his perfe-... Fuck my life. I can't handle this. And that brings us back to the present.
His eyes glowed pink for a second and then he smirked. "My, my, you're not from around here, are you little one?" The smirk widened as my body refused to move. "Well then, my master won't be pleased, but I simply cannot leave you out in this city on your own. My master does have a guest arriving tomorrow evening, but I'm sure I can keep you out of the way."
Why am I still frozen? That is when I felt the cloth beneath my paws getting wet, making me move my eyes. Oh yeah, they stabbed me, guess I forgot to add in the detail that all wounds would be healed. Seeing the blood soak into the white shirt under his black tailcoat prompted me to start moving again. This also allowed Sebastian to see the blood as it was rapidly soaking into his shirt.
His eyes widened as the realization set in. "I had better take you to the manor now, you're severely wounded." No shit Sherlock! Help me before I die again! Oh great, now comes the dizziness from so much blood-loss.
Third POV.
Sebastian stared at the black cat in his arms as it started thrashing about, causing it to bleed more. "Calm down, you'll only make it worse." He knew that cat wouldn't understand him, but that's something he would find wrong in time. From the amount of blood and the animal being, well, a cat, he rushed to the manor. From what he could tell of the cat, it was not any ordinary feline. He would have to look it over later; right now it was at risk of dying. The thought of such a magnificent creature perishing prompted Sebastian to move faster, bringing him to a halt at the manor in less than two minutes. The cat had passed out three minutes ago.
Rushing to his quarters, he lay the feline down on his bed, disappearing for only a second to retrieve the needed equipment to help. Rolls of bandages, string and a needle for stitches and also alcohol to clean the wounds. Working fast and removing his gloves, Sebastian set to work. A quick examination showed two deep wounds on the feline, one on its side and the other by the stomach. Both were extremely fatal seeing as they were over major veins.
"I simply cannot let such a magnificent creature die." Sebastian whispered as he first cleaned the wounds and the blood that soaked the sleek fur, then started stitching. Trying to be as fast as possible without causing any more damage, the wounds were tightly sealed within a manner of seconds. With a relieved sigh, Sebastian wiped his brow and then wrapped a roll of bandages around the body of the cat.
Finally finished with saving the life of the feline, Sebastian stood and looked at his blood-soaked sheets in dismay, as well as the time.
"2 minutes to midnight." A smile graced his lips. "Well, at least I was able to save its life." Taking the dirty sheets off the bed after carefully placing the cat on a very fluffy towel on his pillows, Sebastian changed the sheets as well as slipped into a clean shirt, though leaving it open to expose the lean chest beneath (I'm going to die of a nosebleed at this rate). Upon returning the cat to the sheets next to him and sitting at the head of the bed, a sudden thought struck him. I can't let this cat leave... I... I have to keep it. But what will I name it? Looking down at the cat in thought, he could finally get a good look at it.
Sleek black fur with patches of brown on the ears and a patch of white on the chest. Female in gender. Longer than average claws. A long tail with a puff at the end. The tail prompting him to reach out and grab it, stroking it softly while it slowly moved back and forth. The slow and even breathing of the cat showed that she was still unconscious. A soft smile came to Sebastian's lips when a name that sounded perfect entered his mind.
"I will call you... Midnight. Your fur reminds me of the darkness of the shadows while I saved you so close to midnight." Stroking the unbelievably soft side of the feline brought a blush to his pale cheeks. "Ah so soft... So majestic..." Knowing the manor wasn't in danger that particular night, Sebastian stayed by his new pet's side for the entire night. That might've been a mistake, but he did not care.
From the cat's perspective, she was freaking out in her unconscious state. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! What am I going to do? This is the worst thing that could've happened to me! Did he just say he'll call me Midnight? Well now I'm fucked. I was going to escape when I'm all healed, but I guess now I have to stay because he'll come looking for me if I do. Oh the despair! The utter ridiculousness! Ciel will probably order him to get rid of me... Well new life, it was ok while it lasted. From Alice to Midnight... I liked my old name better. Woe is me; I'm going to die again. But wait, why am I still in my cat form and not in my normal form? It's probably the damn stab wounds from my mother and the divine goddess, that's it. When it's healed I should be able to get out of this form. Why is he running his hand up and down my side? Oh yeah, he absolutely loves cats. That's just another thing to add to my 'I'm fucked and I know it' list.
Sebastian thought it odd when Midnight moved away from his hand. "Now, now Midnight. I'm not going to hurt you. Rest peacefully." He whispered, lying down on his side next to the cat and draping an arm over her to cuddle her close to his revealed chest.
Back in the cat's mind. Nosebleed! Ah fuck, that chest is so firm! Wait, he's got an arm around me... Damn you Sebastian! Why must you mock my unconscious escape attempts?!
The cat squirmed in his grasp, although unconscious, it was doing it. Sebastian frowned at his new pet. Blood was slowly soaking the bandages around its side. "Please don't fight little one, you're bleeding." He didn't know if Midnight heard him or not, but she stopped moving and relaxed in his arms. Sebastian would never admit it out loud, but he was worried about the feline. From what I can smell you're no ordinary cat. A sigh escaped his lips. I'll have to see what you really are when you're healed. Touching the blood that soaked the bandages a little, Sebastian thought nothing of it, but he then brought a finger to his mouth and licked the blood that coated the tip.
The blood was filled with so much flavour that a gasp escaped his lips. "Such, such bliss. So sweet yet so bitter and spicy." To say that tasting the blood brought him bliss was an understatement, it was pure ecstasy. Sebastian had never tasted blood like that, not even his master's blood was like it. "So powerful. So full of life." (Is it just me or do some of you feel like fainting as well?) Coming back down from his high, Sebastian looked at the feline in his arms with a look of astonishment. She certainly smelled different. Leaning his face close to Midnight's ears to whisper, he saw the ears twitch minimally which brought a smirk to his face. "Just what exactly are you?" He whispered in a sexy, bliss-filled voice.
With each breath that escaped his lips, the air ghosted over Midnight's ears making the cat shiver.
Holy mother of god! I'm going to die! That voice...Ooh so sexy. Ah I'm going to die happy. Well so long as I don't run into that horrid viscount Druitt. He just tasted my blood, didn't he? Well that explains why he sounded like he was having an orgasm. Wait... he tasted... my blood... FUCK!
Taking a quick look at the time displayed on his open pocket watch, Sebastian sighed again, this time in irritation. "5:30. Almost time to wake my master." Where the time went he wasn't sure, but he knew that he was in the high of the blood for a while. What he didn't know was that time flew by while he was staring at Midnight, tasting her blood and going on the high, also calming her down so that she did not reopen her wounds. Just why was there a feline in his arms right now? Thinking back on it, Sebastian frowned when the pieces didn't quite fit together.
Sebastian had just finished down his rounds of the manor; it was 30 minutes to midnight. With a contempt sigh he blew out the candelabra and went to the roof. Staring at the sky he saw an oddly shaped cloud looming high over Notre Dame. What was even odder was that it was the only cloud out in the sky. Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, Sebastian moved swiftly in the direction.
Upon getting closer he spotted a small figure falling towards the roof. Picking up his pace he caught the figure seconds before it came into contact with the magnificent cathedral. Coming to a stop onto of one of the pillars, he momentarily froze at seeing the thing he had caught was a cat.
"As so soft..." He whispered feeling the fur beneath his hands, although not as properly because of his gloves. "You're safe now little one." Dreadlines drooped down the cat's head. A chuckle escaped him, making the cat open its eyes. They were a delicious shade of chocolate with a bright blue lining the outside of the iris. The cat's eye made contact with his own red orbs which flashed pink for a second. This allowed him to see a faint glow around the feline. Upon realizing what it was looking at, the cat froze in his arms.
"My, my, you're not from around here, are you little one?" The smirk widened as its body refused to move. "Well then, my master won't be pleased, but I simply cannot leave you out in this city on your own. My master does have a guest arriving tomorrow evening, but I'm sure I can keep you out of the way." Feeling something wet on his chest when the cat looked down, he also looked at it. Blood was staining his white shirt. He widened his eyes as the feline started thrashing about, causing more blood to flow from its wounds. The blood soaked a big patch of his shirt as well as quite a bit of the fur on the cat. When the cat started moving again as if panicking, it snapped Sebastian out of his shock. "I I had better take you to the manor now, you're severely wounded." The cat shot him a look that read 'No shit Sherlock!'
Thinking back on that, it didn't make sense to him. How did a cat get so high up in the sky? How did it get wounded so badly? What type of feline was it? With a shake of his head he looked at the cat again. Midnight was now resting peacefully in his arms, shivering on occasion. Sebastian pulled his blanket over both him and his new pet so that Midnight wouldn't get sick or cold.
"What are you?" He asked the cat, closing his eyes to inhale the scent that it carried. Vanilla and blood. This confused him greatly, because he didn't think that a feline would smell sweet. It was almost like its blood. The sun peeking through the window caught his attention. With a very irritated sigh Sebastian climbed out from beneath the covers and got dressed. Giving one last look at the cat that was resting peacefully on his bed under the covers with just its head poking out of the top; he left the room to go wake his master.
Throughout the entirety of the day Sebastian couldn't stop thinking about the cat in his room, even when their special guest had left he couldn't stop thinking. With his butler being distracted so much, Ciel decided that it was time to inquire what it was that was bothering him so much.
"Sebastian." Ciel said suddenly as the butler was pouring the tea with a far off look on his sharp features. That seemed to snap him out of it momentarily.
"Yes, master?" Sebastian asked with a little curiosity, looking at Ciel after handing him his tea.
Ciel took a moment to study Sebastian's face, trying to read his mind. "You seem troubled. Might I ask what it is that's bothering you?"
A small smile appeared on his face. "It's nothing, my lord."
"It most certainly doesn't seem like nothing if it has been distracting you all day. The others might not have noticed, but I have. Tell me what it is." Ciel ordered.
Sebastian sighed a little in dismay. There is no getting out of it now. "It would be better if I showed you, my lord, if would follow me." With his hand over his chest and a slight bow Sebastian left the study and lead Ciel down the hallways to his quarters. Ciel followed because he was curious as to what could make the demon butler distracted from his duties. He stopped in front of the door to his room and turned to Ciel. "My lord, this will seem unusual, but I can assure you that it was my decision." With a nod from Ciel he opened the door.
Upon entering the room Ciel looked around, getting frustrated until his eye landed on the feline on the bed that was hissing furiously at both of them. The cat looked distraught, but Ciel saw a reason for it with the bandages covering the cat. Although the bandages were soaked in blood.
Sebastian's eyes widened a fraction and he stepped closer to the cat on his bed as the blood started dripping onto the blanket.
Ciel had a very, very annoyed look on his face. "Are you kidding me, Sebastian? A cat?" Sebastian stopped a little bit from moving towards the feline on his bed when it growled at him.
"Midnight, calm down. Your wounds have opened a bit." Sebastian said trying to calm the ferocious feline. Ciel just looked at the scene; his butler was ignoring him and paying attention to the cat. Midnight just hissed more, her fur puffing up and longer-than-average claws unsheathing.
I take it everyone is wondering what the heck is going on so I'll explain:
After Sebastian left the room Midnight finally fully relaxed. Being close to a demon was extremely dangerous to witches. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm sooo screwed now. Opening her eyes, Midnight took the chance to look around. Plain room, bed, desk and bathroom. What an absolute bore. Although being alone in the room allowed her to think. I can't use my magic in this form, but I can sure as hell scratch someone to ribbons. My wounds aren't fully healed yet, which is a little bit of a problem. Dammit! I just hope they don't decide to kill me. Standing from the spot where she was laying, Midnight moved to the foot of the bed and lay down in the direction of the door so that she would be able to attack if needed.
I can't stay here, that much is obvious, but I can't leave either. Ugh, the goddess was right when she said that demons were nothing but trouble. Though why I had to end up with the demon of the legends that loved cats I will never know. Wait a moment. I can get out of this form... I just have to remember how. Let's see, the last time I was stuck like this I had to drink something, but what was it? Tail swishing behind her in annoyance, Midnight closed her eyes and tried her hardest to recall any memories that would help of that time. A memory of blood filled her vision; the goddess was giving her blood. "The blood of a contractor can reverse a morph." Midnight's eyes opened when the memory had faded. Well just kill me now. She made a sound that almost sounded like a groan. I have to drink his blood? Are you fucking kidding me? Well if I want to get out of here I guess I'll have to. With that final thought she waited for the demon butler to return to the room.
It took an entire day, a whole six catnaps, before he returned, but there was someone with him. Well fuck, now I can't just drink his blood and scram. Jumping up on her paws she readied herself to attack, vicious snarls leaving her throat. She could feel her wounds opening a little; they had almost fully healed, and blood soaking the bandages yet again. She didn't know the second person that entered, but she knew he was bad news. He looks like a goddamn child! What is Sebastian playing at? Making a contract with a child? When his single eye landed on her form she saw why. I see now, that's why he made the contract. The snarls and hisses grew angrier when Sebastian noticed the blood dripping and stepped forwards.
And that brings us yet again back to the present.
Sebastian slowly moved closer to Midnight, his worry growing when the blood didn't stop. "My lord, I have to..." What did he have to do? He didn't know, so he said the first thing that came to mind. "My lord, please keep your distance, I have to calm her down, and then I'll explain." He sent a quick glance towards Ciel.
"Fine." Ciel retreated to the desk and sat down in the chair waiting impatiently while his butler tended to the cat.
Returning his attention to the feline, Sebastian moved swiftly and restrained Midnight, pinning her down to the bed. Vicious yelps and mewls left the cat's mouth, claws swiping at anything that it could. Quickly replacing the bandages, Sebastian failed to notice the gleam that appeared in the eyes of the feline in his grip.
A claw had caught his wrist and slashed it open, letting his dark blood flow from the wound and into the already open mouth of Midnight. She latched her teeth onto his arm, drinking the blood greedily as his wound started healing. Sebastian pulled away quickly and held the grinning cat down.
Ah they're healing, good. I'll have to fight my way out of this.
"Midnight, what is going on?" Sebastian demanded. Ciel stayed in the chair, watching this all play out.
The feline on the bed kept grinning, dark blood dripping from its mouth. Without warning it passed out and started jerking around. This finally worried Ciel.
"What is going on Sebastian? I thought this was a normal cat."
"It's not, master." Sebastian said as he struggled to continue restraining the jerking feline. He could still feel its teeth on his wrist, the blood being sucked out of him. Midnight finally stopped thrashing about and stilled. Sebastian let out a sigh, relieved or otherwise he would never know. "My lord, her name is Midnight, I came across her last night and she was severely injured."
"And what? Do you intend on keeping her?" Ciel said with a rather dismal look.
Sebastian looked over the cat once more. "Yes, I did name her after all." The room stilled as the two stared at the unmoving cat.
"Time for me to play, Sebastian." The sudden voice made the two jump and look around the room. A deep, feminine chuckle made them stop and turn their eyes to the feline that was no longer a feline. Well it was, but it was slowly growing. The transformation was the only thing that froze both Sebastian and Ciel in their place. Sebastian with his hand around the neck of the feline that was growing and Ciel on the chair by the desk.
The black fur was retreating into porcelain skin, the brown hair on the ears spreading around her head and growing until her waist where it pooled onto the bed. Fingers lengthened. Fur around the thighs and torso disappeared to reveal black tights that reached mid-thigh and also a long- sleeved black vest that showed a lot more cleavage than was necessary. Accompanying this were very large breasts and wide hips. All in all, the woman that stood before them now looked beautiful.
A cat-like grin split across her full lips. "Like I said, time for me to play, Sebastian." The hand around her neck disappeared and was replaced with a butter knife.
"Who are you?" Ciel demanded. Sebastian glared at the girl that kept smiling at them as if all of this was amusing.
"Now, now, I think the question you are really looking for is: What am I." When Sebastian went to press the knife deeper into her throat, she vanished. Before confusion could set in, the girl appeared by the door this time. "If you want to play, you'll have to catch me first. For now I think I'll take my leave. Have fun trying to get out of this room!" Placing her hands on the sides of the door frame, a blue glow emitted from the palms and surrounded the room like a barrier. With an evil chuckle she left, walking slowly down the hall on the points of her feet so that it looked like she was wearing invisible heels.
Coming back to reality, Ciel growled a little. "Sebastian, this is an order, kill that girl!"
Sebastian smiled and bowed with a full set of cutlery in his hands. "Of course, my lord." As soon as he disappeared he reappeared at the doorway. "Shit. What the hell is this?" Sebastian was growing angry. The barrier stopped even him from leaving.
A laugh interrupted Ciel from speaking. "Oh yes, I forgot to mention that a witch's barrier as strong as mine can keep demons in place for as long as I want them to!" That made both of the males freeze.
She knows? Just who the hell is she? And a witch? A sadistic smile made its way onto Sebastian's face. "Don't worry, master, I'll get her."
"But what did she mean by she's a witch?" Ciel said leaning back in the chair since he had no need to worry anymore.
"There are more than just demons. There are also other beings, but witches are among the ones that hold a greater power than demons. Although, with being stronger, they are easier to kill, and their souls are simply divine." Sebastian said with the smile still in place as he slashed at the barrier, with each slash made it was instantly repaired.
"And how exactly do you know this?"
"I've run into a few of them in my years."
Walking through the halls of Phantomhive manor, Alice looked at everything, but also picked up the pace when she felt her barrier being slashed. A wicked grin plastered itself onto her face. "My, my. It seems that dear Sebastian really wants to get out of that room. I wonder if that little boy had ordered him to kill me." With a finger to her lips in thought she skipped down the halls. "Oh well, I can't let him kill me like he did the others. But they were not as strong as I am, they were weak." The thought of the old witches that had been killed by Sebastian brought another smile to her face.
Sebastian kept slashing at the barrier at an inhuman speed. "Why isn't this damn thing weakening?" He growled frustrated. 'for as long as I want it to'. What that witch had said made him growl in annoyance.
"What, are you giving up because of a little girl?" Ciel mocked.
What neither of them knew was that that little girl could level cities with a swipe of her hand if she wanted to, also that her barrier allowed her to listen to every word they spoke. She was laughing giddily while skipping into the ballroom. "This room will do. Now to get comfortable before I let them go."
Back in the room Sebastian was fuming, although it didn't show on his face, his shadow did show it. A beep sounded around the room.
"Now, in ten seconds I will drop the barrier, but I won't tell you where I am. You'll have to come find me. Bring the kid along with you since I will... Incapacitate him if you leave him alone for too long." A sadistic chuckle followed the next words."Oh and take note that I am not like the rest of my family that you managed to suck the soul out of, I'm much worse than them." A few seconds of silence passed before another beep sounded. "Your countdown has begun and when the barrier is down, let the games begin." The voice faded but a countdown sounded.
"My lord-", Sebastian began protesting but the glare Ciel gave him stopped it immediately.
"You will take me with you, that's an order Sebastian. If she is strong enough to keep you in here, then that means she could be an ally or an enemy in the end."
"Ten..." The countdown started when their little interaction stopped. The seconds seemed to go by slowly. "Nine... Eight... Seven... Six..." Sebastian picked up his master with one arm and held him as he stood at the ready by the door. "Five... Four... Three... Two... Let the games begin!"
Sebastian ran from the room as soon as the barrier disappeared. Going through every inch of the manor in search of the witch. Ciel was flapping about like a ragdoll all the while.
Alice stood in the centre of the ballroom, one foot in front of the other and balancing on the tips of her feet still, left hand resting behind her back while the right hung by her side, head tilted slightly to the left.
Five minutes later, much longer than it should have taken, Sebastian appeared at the entrance of the room with his master hanging from his arm. Ciel jumped down immediately and kissed the ground.
A chuckle escaped Alice at the display. "Oh my, I think he would like to stay on the ground for now, Sebastian." A very sadistic smile spread across her face. "I can help with that." As soon as the words left her lips she lifted her right arm and pointed it towards the young earl.
"Sebastian, your orders still stand!" Ciel shouted a bit in worry. Sebastian nodded slightly and stood at the ready with the cutlery in his hands fanned out.
"As stated before: Let the games begin." Alice placed her lifted hand across her chest and bowed. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Alice Mihranda Allianha Eldanor. You know me as Midnight since that is the name that you have given me. I am the first daughter of Michaela Eldanor and Erster Eldanor. First grand witch of the century and the most powerful being alive."
A/N: Well I do hope you all enjoyed that. It took me almost an entire day to write this chapter, but it was worth it.
Sebastian: You are cruel, my lady.
That hasn't stopped me before, dear Bassy.
Sebastian: You sound so much like Grell.
*wicked grin* don't worry, he will appear soon. For now, please leave a review my readers.