Heyo! First ever [published] fanfic and I'm hoping it will be to your standards. Please be kind :) I do not have a specific routine for updating, but if I get a lot of good reviews *hint hint* I shall try to update more often. Anyway, enjoy!
Full moons. The time of curses and tricks. Once a month, the silence of the night is broken by the anguished cries of those subjected to their fateful curse. One place in particular is no stranger to such things and it is there that our story takes place. But the curse hidden amongst this household is secret and strange, something never seen before.
Once a month, the young master of Phantomhive manor locks himself in his chambers, refusing entrance to even his most loyal servants. It is during that time that a series of quiet sounds are heard through the thick wood of the doors, loud enough to attract attention but too quiet to be interpreted. Throughout the household, the five faithful servants stay obediently away from the room, none of them sleeping for their worry and curiosity has been piqued. But they never venture towards their masters' chambers during those hours beneath the moons' glow.
The pain was unnatural, merciless and never-ending yet he did not once let a sound slip through his gritted teeth, biting roughly into the fabric within his mouth. He could feel all too well as his bones continued to crack and bend, as his skin stretched and tore. His skin prickled with agony as he felt the stiff fibres pass through, like thousands of hot needles. It was only at this point that he allowed himself to cry. The heated tears that flowed down his cheeks, yet still, no sound of his suffering would escape his lips. Not even as his teeth grew over the saliva and sweat drenched rag. It was only those tears that kept falling that showed how human he was inside, before he truly lost his mind.