When I opened the door on that summer night, as thunder clapped around my empty house, I never knew just exactly why I felt like something strange was going to happen.

The air seemed supercharged, like the lightning in the storm outside had sent electricity into my veins.

Now that I think of it, Edgar Allen Poe described this well in his story Tell Tale Heart;

'Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers, of my sagacity.'

As the doorbell rang I looked up from the cheesy movie I was watching with a displaced smile. I still don't remember why I felt like smiling, but I did. I just knew someone special was at the door.

I walked across the cold tile, wearing a pair of fluffy, long pajama pants and a tank top. The temperature of the marble flooring made goose-bumps appear on my arms and shoulders. My pale hand reached for the doorknob, and I know my stomach twisted. I opened the door anyways.

I saw them standing there; that tall figure in a black suit and a shorter one wearing expensive clothing.

In the background, on the street, was the sound of three people bickering at each other. In the rain was two male figures and a female. The female had short, reddish brown hair with huge spectacles and an old fashioned dress. One of the males was obviously older than the other, and he looked rather gruff. He carried several suitcases.

Was that a… flame thrower swung over his back?

The smallest of the figures was a blonde boy with cacky pants and a straw hat over his head to protect him from rain. His smile was warm and genuine looking.

The boy standing at her door, with a butler at his side, cleared his throat and my hazel eyes immediately snapped back to him and away from the three struggling to get luggage from the carriage.

Yes, there was a carriage parked on my street. A carriage.

"Miss, we ask if you could provide us with housing for the night- we seem to have gotten lost." The blackish blue color of his hair was darker than his pretty blue eye- but one was covered with an eye-patch.

I must admit I am ashamed of what happened next- but needless to say, I could only stare with an open mouth at them all.

I knew these people. But… but they weren't… they weren't… real. They were off the anime I was watching… not real!

"Y-Y-You are… and he is… and…" I spluttered the words, and the boy was not smiling at me. His butler frowned too. "And… And..."

I pointed meekly at them, a stuttering mess of words. "Sebastian, and Ciel Phantomhive, and back there is Mey-rin… and Finnian… and Bardroy…" I stepped back, heart skipping several beats.

Sebastian frowned, looking perplexed. It was not uncommon for people to know who the Young Master was- but the servants and him as well? Peculiar.

I turned around, looking back into my house. Had I fallen asleep on the couch and began to dream? Was I dreaming? I must be dreaming.

Ciel opened his mouth to speak, but I interrupted. I am sure I probably looked insane; with the huge hysterical smile I was wearing. My eyes where so wide the whites around the irises showed.

"Oh my god… A demon is at my door. Great." I muttered to myself, clutching my shirt where my heart would be in a fruitless effort of stopping its frantic beating.

Well, this made Ciel speak. "Sebastian, how does she know-"his voice was mean and hard.

"What? Grell isn't here as well?" my voice shot up through several octaves, having a hysterical edge now.

Sebastian had stepped in front of Ciel now; I am sure intending to question me.

With that being the last thing I saw, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I fainted on the spot.

Above me, I heard a worried female voice. "Oh my! Guys, there's a fainted woman over here, yes there is!"

Then I was unconscious.

I hope you like the story so far, it was simply something I HAD to publish = ) Reviews are appreciated!