Let Love Bleed Red

Authors Note: It might sound disturbing but trust me, it's not. I've got everything planned and organized so don't worry, this is not going to be one of those fanfics where nothing makes sense. Enjoy!

Also, I posted this chapter earlier, but for some reason the entire text came out as one chunk, so I'm publishing this again.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters.

Chapter 1

"Come for me."

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The boundaries of death have never before been crossed. When one encountered the end of their life span, the following was set in stone: there was no way back. Everything that individual had once been and would ever be had come to it's demise, for their very own existence had fallen into a state of unconsciousness - a state where nothing any longer meant anything. However, Ciel Phantomhive didn't die an ordinary death. The demonic contract prevented the young earl from leaving the earth's crust as his organic systems shut down, and his body was made incapable of living. The fate of this poor being, it was like no other.

Years had passed since the front covers of the news papers of England all presented the same bold text, printed in huge black Helvetica letters:

"THE HEAD OF THE PHANTOMHIVE NOBLE FAMILY IS DEAD."

The murder was unsolved, as the police claimed after months of investigating without getting any further to the solution of the case. All that the police and doctors had predicted from the lifeless corpse of the blood-covered earl, had been only the possible cause of death.

Ciel had been missing for two days before he had been discovered dead in the shallow waters of the shore in a lake in the woods, tangled in a bed of slimy reeds, his soaked blood stained clothes sticking to his cold skin. The doctors concluded that the boy must've been hit with a sharp blade, judging by the marks possibly with an axe, on his legs and ribs. The blows hadn't been targeted towards vital areas nor had they been deep enough to kill, so the police suspected it had only been to slow down or to torture the victim. Another very peculiar thing about the corpse was that his right eye, which the earl had been known for hiding under a black eyepatch, was blinded. The eye had been deformed in a way that not even color of the iris was visible, but the damage had only been done to one eye, raising inquiring questions among the investigators.

As his lungs had been filled with lake water, the true cause of death had been drowning. The murderer had never been found, even though the police greatly suspected a certain man.

Sebastian Michaelis, the butler of the Ciel Phantomhive, had disappeared like smoke into thin air the next day Ciel had mysteriously gone missing. The servants of the Phantomhive manor had confirmed that when they had last seen Sebastian, the man had looked drained out and agonized, as if he hadn't eaten for days. Nobody had seen the butler ever since, and no matter how the police tried to track him down, it seemed like he was nowhere to be found.

The tragic loss of the young Phantomhive struck the citizens of England, at the same time causing a fluster over the unknown murderer who walked among them, and evoking their sympathy towards the poor victim and his loved ones. Especially the eulogy written by Elizabeth Midford, Ciel's fiance, managed to make readers sweep their tears away as they read from the news paper the mournful lines Elizabeth had scribbled down.

Oh, how little did humanity know of the true events that took place that dreadful night when the touch of malice was heavier in the air than ever before. They knew nothing about the infernal anguish and predicament the poor boys soul was cursed into, nor about the reality of Sebastian Michaelis' disappearance. Humanity knew nothing, and wouldn't ever unravel this entanglement of secrets: they were doomed to be forever clueless.

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Spring 1888, 18th of April

"Sebastian Michaelis."

The tone he used was just as flat and apathetic as the inner core of the man - just as cold as the frozen heart of his. Ciel felt Sebastian's grip of his shoulder tighten in the wanting to protect the young earl, and even though the demon butler looked calm and unaffected otherwise, the way he held Ciel told a whole other story.

"I believe the time to erase your existence from the world has finally come." Claude spoke again, resting a demonic sword on his shoulder which he had flung there in a confident manner. At the end of his sentence, Ciel detected the tiniest bit of amusement which the demon let to uncover behind his words, and it only added to the anger of the young Phantomhive. There was absolutely no way Claude would defeat Sebastian and slay him with that ridiculous demon sword of his - not if Ciel specifically ordered his butler to kill Claude.

"Sebastian, this is an order." He commanded, shooting Claude the most despicable look he owned. "I order you to kill this demon, and not to come look for me before you have done that!"

He had said so only to ensure Sebastian would definitely kill Claude before coming for him. Maybe it was slightly unnecessary, but Ciel wanted to be absolutely sure of his butler's victory. Shaking off the older male's hold of his shoulder, the dark haired earl started backing off from the scene, constantly sweeping his attentive gaze over the two butler's. Both of the men had now focused their eyes on him: Claude's expression was unreadable, but the look Sebastian casted upon him looked just almost calm - but a hint of worry glimmered in the depths of his orbs.

"Be careful, my lord."

It sounded like Sebastian accepted the demand. He quickly rotated his head back to facing Claude, tensing his muscles as he prepared for the fight between two creatures from hell. A quick set smile twisting upon his lips, Ciel spun on his heel and rushed towards his carriage waiting a few meters away. Slamming the door open and quickly finding his way to his usual spot beside the window, the earl was seated and the driver of the carriage drove the horses back on the road.

Before Claude had appeared, Ciel and Sebastian had been on their way to deliver an urgent letter of great worth to Her Majesty. The mission Queen Victoria had assigned for him had almost come to an end, the only thing left was to hand over the letter to her before midnight. The young Phantomhive followed respectfully every command Her Majesty ordered him to complete, and aimed to entirely fulfill his duty as her Guard Dog, so there was no way he'd fail to bring the letter to her. Not even Claude could prevent him from completing this mission.

The navy blue night sky spread above the calming English countryside in such a serene, tranquil way that Ciel almost allowed himself to relax as he watched fields and forests fly by as the carriage raced down the road. His hand rested on the top of his pocket in his jacket in a protective manner, something he did out of instinct to ensure the letter was safe. Was Sebastian already done with Claude, and would he soon appear out of nowhere, opening the carriage door with one smooth movement, and apologizing with a soft amused smile for scaring his master for a second? When he was alone traveling back to London at night, he couldn't help but to feel a tiny bit insecure and unsafe without his butler tagging along, protecting him from all harm. Ciel really-

Unexpectedly a loud, cracking thump shook the ground a few meters in front of the carriage - as if something heavy tilted towards the road, eventually smashing with its whole weight onto the path. The horses neighed in fear, their eyes twirling in their sockets revealing the whites of their eyes, and they immediately hit the brakes, almost causing the carriage to flip over. The lights inside snapped off. Ciel who sat in the violently, unsteadily shaking carriage clung onto his seat, letting a sharp gasp escape from between his lips. What was going on?

The next thing he acknowledged was his drivers frightened voice shouting something in blurted out words, but then all too suddenly he quieted down. For a moment an eerie silence crept into the surroundings, causing goosebumps to run down the young earls spine. There was no way this would lead into anything good... The dark haired boy sat stiffened on his spot: just praying in his mind that he could be silhouetted against the darkness of his environment; that it was just a sick joke of Sebastian's and the butlers familiar smirking face would soon appear on the doorway; that he would awake from a nightmare and realize he was still in his bed. Then, much to Ciel's horror, the heard light, sedate foot steps approach the doorway.

"Take him." There was no speck of doubt in his rigid tone. A man with rough facial features and sharp relentless eyes stepped forward into Ciel's sphere of vision, his large figure standing in the doorway blocking the only way to escape. For a moment, Ciel's widened blue eyes and the man's emotionless dark brown eyes gazed at each other, neither of them blinking, like the eye contact a rabbit would make with a wolf before its slaughter. Two other men walked in without a word, grabbing Ciel who attempted to break free, and stuffing a gag into his mouth preventing him from making a sound. This was it. The moment the dirty fabric was tied around his head, sealing his mouth shut, the boy knew he couldn't order Sebastian to return. What if he hadn't killed Claude yet? In that case, the demon butler wasn't even allowed to look for Ciel. Oh what an awful mess he had made...

As Ciel was roughly staggered on his feet and dragged out of the carriage, he saw a heavy tree lying in front of the road blocking its way back to London. These criminals must've cut down the tree to its near breaking point from beside the forest the road snaked by, and when the carriage had approached, they must've knocked the tree down. The driver rested limply his back to the back on his seat where he drove the horses from, quiet and motionless.

"Take him to the lake. You know where." The boss of the men ordered again, and so Ciel was forced to enter the dark woods with them. It wasn't a pleasant journey at all - his hands were twisted in a painful angle behind his back and tied together with coarse rope, and he couldn't stop blaming himself for what had happened. Would Sebastian find him anymore?

Once again, like many times before, Ciel Phantomhive was held captive by enemies. Unlike other times, Sebastian wasn't capable of helping him tonight. The letter Queen Victoria was eagerly waiting for never arrived. Sebastian who had served Ciel as his butler only for the sole reason of devouring his soul, never got to lay his hands on it. The young Phantomhive whose time on earth was meant to continue many years after, had been chased into a dead end. His life span had run short, the clock marking his time reaching the end of it. Darkness engulfed the young earl, who longingly wished to breathe once again, he yearned for the feeling of fresh air filling his lungs, he lusted for oxygen... Bleeding after the violent acts of his capturers, Ciel Phantomhive sunk deeper into the water, his slim body being swallowed by the green, underwater world beneath the surface.

The rug from his mouth had been removed. As the surface gained distance by every moment, his barely conscious body managed to croak out blood gurgled words, which the water made impossible to hear.

"Sebastian, this is an order. Come for me."

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126 years later. Summer 2014, 14th of June

He ran, sprinting at full speed through a darkened dusky forest he had never before been to. His destination was unknown, all he acknowledged was that somewhere in the depths of the woods someone waited for him, someone he desperately needed to reach. Sebastian ran so fast his lungs ached, unable to keep up the rapid pace.

"I- I'm coming-"

"Sebastian!"

The teenager could hardly hear the voice over his own sobs.

"Sebastian, open your eyes now!"

This time his dark eyes fluttered open, revealing the sight of his own mother sitting beside his bed, glancing at his son with a very worried look in her eyes. It took a second to get used to the darkness of his bedroom, making him blink his eyes in confusion before landing his gaze on his mother. Just then Sebastian remembered that it had just been a nightmare, nothing he should bother to worry about. Whoever was waiting for him in the imaginary woods of his dream, they weren't real. It was nothing to worry about.

"Are you crying?" His mother asked carefully, her eyes glimmering in sudden wary. Sebastian furrowed his brows as if her question had been stupid. Crying? He never cried. Literally, the last time the boy had cried was years ago.

"No, don't worry about it. You may leave."

With a doubting look but without resisting, his mother stood up and walked out of his room, closing the door behind her. The moment the dark haired boy was alone in the room, he flipped onto his stomach on the bed, burring his face in the pillow. Even though the nightmare was over, the disturbing, agonizing aftertaste of it hadn't worn out. For some odd reason it felt devastating not to reach the end of the dream: as if in the end something important would've happened. Would've he found out the identity of the one waiting for him? Frustrated, Sebastian turned on his back, kicked the covers off and sat up on his bed, then falling silent and staring out of the window.

He slowly lifted his hand to his face, placing his fingertips on the pale skin right below his eye, feeling the slightly moist surface of his upper cheek. The drying salty liquid his fingers made contact to made his heart skip a beat: they were tears. Sebastian knitted his brows closer together in deep thought, wondering why had the meaningless nightmare caused him the shed tears. He rarely cried, it was a fact. Anymore he didn't feel saddened over it, since the whole thing was pointless anyway. The teenager wiped his eyes dry, despising himself for showing such evidence of vulnerability.

His alarm clock on the small desk beside his bed showed the time in bright green glowing numbers: 3:47 AM. The early morning hours had arisen, and in all honesty Sebastian would've been asleep at any other given night at this time, but now he didn't feel tired anymore. The nightmare had shaken every bit of fatigue from his mind and after such a wake-up the boy wasn't very eager to even attempt falling asleep. Instead he ended up glancing out of the window through that opened the view to the desolate, narrow street he lived on. Under the halloween-orange street lamps casting a dimmed beam of light of the smooth asphalt beneath, Sebastian thought he had seen a dark boy-like figure awaiting for someone, but before he had the chance to focus his eyes on him, the figure disappeared. Slightly bewildered, distrusting of his own eyes that played tricks on him, the teenager tore his gaze off the street. Looked like the past was coming back to him - the dark figure was approaching once again. It hadn't been the first time Sebastian had seen the boy, and he had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time either.

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