Chapter 1

"Bored!" Anastasia yelled, throwing a knife at the door. It hit the door frame and stuck there. Anastasia's day was going normally. That is to say- slow. She was incredibly bored as she resorted to throwing knives for entertainment while sitting in her chair. Nobody had come in yet and it was already close to noon- well past the first crowd of customers she usually gets. She had already finished her new book- Asylum by Madeline Roux- that she had gotten yesterday and now she had nothing to do.

With a sudden spurt of energy, she got up out of the chair and walked to the window, her long, dark blue skirt swishing behind her. Looking back and forth down the street, she groaned and sagged. Nothing!- nobody was out walking. God, she was so bored. She would kill for some entertainment. Why didn't she have a TV in here? That's a completely worthy investment.

Anastasia walked back to her seat, sitting down and swinging her legs over the arm of the chair. She let her head drop back, unsupported by anything. It was a Monday, so nobody wanted to have their fortune told. And on top of that it was raining. She scowled to herself. Stupid weather... stupid people... stupid England... Anastasia usually loved the London weather, but now it just seemed to add to her foul temper.

Anastasia ran a small fortune telling business. It was in a dilapidated building on one of the side streets of London. It wasn't perfect, but it was cheap- which was mainly the reason why she'd bought it. There- for a small fee, of course- she would tell someone's future or look into their past. Hers was one of the more popular ones because of how successful she was. Anastasia didn't use tricks or illusions- she could actually do everything she claimed.

Anastasia didn't know how she had gotten her gift- or curse as she'd often thought. It had become apparent from a very early age. It started out as she'd say something- perhaps about the weather- and it would later come true. Later in her childhood, her parents would test her by telling them what they were thinking. This gift had set her apart from everyone else, something she resented when she was little.

Suddenly, the bell rang that signaled someone entering the small building. Her head snapped up and she immediately jumped out of her chair, looking into the parlor where costumers would wait. Someone was here! Thank God, I was about to die from boredom.

It was a young man, who looked to be about her age at about twenty. He had his back to her, leisurely gazing at the paintings she had in the hall. He was pale- paler than one usually saw on a living human being. Nothing at all like her own olive colored skin tone. He was dressed fancily in a navy suit and a top hat. He had navy blue hair. Rather odd shade of hair, she mused to herself. Perhaps he dyed it…

Shaking her head as if to dispose of her thoughts, she opened the door dividing the small waiting area from the rest of the building.

"How can I help you Mr...?" Anastasia asked. He turned around, showing that one of his royal blue eyes was covered with an eye patch.

"Phantomhive, Ciel Phantomhive," he said with just a touch of arrogance laced in his tone, which confirmed her suspicions that he was a British noble. No ordinary person spoke that way if they didn't want to get beat up in an alley.

"What can I do for you today?" Anastasia asked with a polite smile. The smile felt false on her lips. But it wasn't every day that a British noble walked into her business- she did want to make at least a partially good impression. Perhaps he will tip well… One could hope, at least. However, Anastasia has had some nasty incidents with rich people. For people with so much money, they tipped horrendously.

He sauntered leisurely towards her and she immediately tensed. He had an aura of arrogance that surrounded him like a second skin. Her fingers twitched, resisting the urge to punch him square in the face.

"I have heard from many... colleagues, about your wondrous gift." Anastasia immediately bristled, his tone made it clear that he doubted her. "And I wanted to see it for myself." He stopped a couple paces from her- invading her personal space- and smirked at her in a way that made her wary. She tried to shrug it off as nothing, there was no reason as to why she should feel this way about someone she had just met. But still, she was filled with uneasiness- quite like she expected the kind felt by prey when stalked by predators.

"I'm sure I'll fulfill your expectations," she retorted boldly, straightening up as if to make up for their difference in height. He was several inches taller than her even though she was wearing high heeled boots.

"Of course," he said smoothly, gesturing for them to go on with it. Stalking into the fortune telling room, she snapped the blood red curtains shut, in an act to reclaim lost ground, in a way. The man had rubbed her wrong, and she felt invaded in her territory. It's time to show him what he's in for. A slight smirk settled on her lips as the room became dimmer and she spun around. The room was painted a dark purple color that you could hardly see for all the bookshelves lining the walls.

In the center of the room there was a small, round table with two chairs. That is where she would entertain her clients. There was only one light to be found, and that was in the form of a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Anastasia gestured for him to sit in the wooden chair she typically offered to guests. He obeyed and sat down, all the while keeping a smirk on his face. Just seeing that smirk irritated her, making her want to make him eat his words.

"The past, present, and future are mine to command. I can see the past, hear the present, and predict the future. Which would you like today?" Anastasia asked slowly, still bristling about the jab about her legitimacy.

"Past," he replied with no small amount of arrogance. She raised an eyebrow. Usually her clients wanted to know the future. Usually some what-not about knowing lottery numbers, and rubbish such as that. Why would you want to know that, when you could know when the next world war was coming? (September, 2036, by the way). They would only choose the past if they were testing her, or thought she was a fraud. Her jaw tightened, as she sat down in her chair. There was nothing on the table- no crystal ball for her to gaze into- only fakes used those.

Anastasia laid her arms on the table on the table, her many bracelets jingling on her forearms.

"Lay your hands on the table, palms up," she instructed with a no-nonsense tone in her voice. She was filled with the slight smugness that she was definitely going to prove him he's wrong. He obeyed and she raised her arms, but then hesitated.

"Mr. Phantomhive, I will need to touch our foreheads together, are you alright with that?" Anastasia questioned.

"Please call me Ciel. And of course," he replied smoothly.

"Alright then... Ciel." After hesitating another moment she touched Ciel's temples gently and touched their heads together.

Instantly, her senses were flooded with the entirety of his past and her smugness drained away like water in a bath. She jerked and shuddered as an entire life that wasn't her own flashed before her eyes.

Happy...Noble... parents...killed...cult...sacrifice..alone..so alone... She grimaced, such a sad, grim past. Most of the images went by too fast to be seen- she would absorb them and store them for later. But one word stood out from the rest, not so much as a word, but more of a dark feeling accompanied by shadows... Demon.

She jerked back, and knocked over her chair in her haste to get as far away from him as possible. Her back hit the wall- hard- as she tried desperately to escape. Her green eyes were wide, pupils dilated in fear and she had an expression of pure terror on her face. She hastily made s three fingered gesture, long meant for warding off evil.

Ciel smirked in his annoying way, as if he was pleased with this outcome. Her breath was coming out in sharp gasps, as she inched her way towards the door, never breaking eye contact. She was too afraid to even blink, for fear that she would miss a sudden movement coming from him. He slowly rose from his chair, the legs scraping harshly against the wooden floor, and made his way towards her. He looked unnatural in the room, somehow supernatural-looking- too flawless to possibly even pretend to be real.

Giving up, she turned and ran toward the door. Before Anastasia had even gotten three paces, she felt him grip her by her hair. He slammed her roughly against the wall, and pinned her arms to her sides. She struggled briefly, before giving up due to how strong he was. It was like fighting a brick wall. Her legs were trembling and soon they gave out, but she didn't fall thanks to his inhuman-like strength.

She turned her head to the side in fear as if she couldn't see it, it would magically go away. She was shaking in fear, her pulse racing, and emotions overruled by terror. A single tear slipped out from under her closed eyelid.

"Now, now," Ciel chided with a tone of utter amusement, "Don't cry." Anastasia took a shuddering breath, and reluctantly turned to face him.

"What do you want from me?" Anastasia begged, tears pricking her eyes, "Anything you want, take it! I won't stop you!" What did this monster want with her? She didn't exactly have a lot of money, or anything valuable. All she did was go about her life, using her abilities to make money off of tourists- how was that a bad thing?

"I was merely curious as to how a mere mortal could have such powers." Ciel tilted his head, and looked at her cryptically.

"I'm nothing special. Just leave this place!" She was desperate. He responded by tightening his grip on her arms, making her wince. She would definitely have bruises tomorrow- if she even had a tomorrow.

He bent down to whisper in her ear, "Don't lie to me, my dear, you are something special. A mortal with the power of a god? Think of all the ways you could be used." Anastasia shuddered in response to his words. She turned her head, suddenly nauseous, like she was going to throw up.

"I'll never help you," Anastasia spat, turning back to face him. She didn't know exactly what he had meant by that; but anything a demon could want couldn't be good. Confusion and fear were the only things she could feel right now. Ciel straightened up, tilting his head to the side as if examining her.

"Brave words to say to a demon, my dear Anastasia," he said, as his eyes flashed bright fuchsia. Her breathing hitched, but she was transfixed at the sight of his eyes- she couldn't seem to look away from the horrific sight. "But I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice." Ciel hissed the last word, and then released her. Without him supporting her, she crumpled to the ground, like a rag doll, landing on her hands and knees.

He knelt down on one knee in front of her, and lifted her chin with his hand. His eyes sparkled with malevolent amusement, a smirk played on his mouth. "I would say I was sorry, but I would be lying." Ciel wiped away a stray tear on her cheek with his thumb and she closed her eyes in fear. But the killing blow didn't come... instead she felt his lips on hers.

Anastasia's eyes flew open in shock and she froze. Then as fast as it had happened, it stopped. Ciel grinned at her expression of astonishment, before getting up and tossing something into the tray where her clients put their money.

"I will see you again, Anastasia. You can't escape me." He adjusted his top hat with a smirk and left, slamming the door behind him.

Anastasia's eyes were open in shock. She couldn't believe anything that just happened. She only summoned up enough energy to slam the sign on her window from 'Open' to 'Closed'. As she walked to the table, she saw that the thing he had tossed had been a huge stack of twenty pound notes along with an envelope. Shakily, she opened it to find a note.

I wait until we meet again, Anastasia.

-Ciel

Her hands shook as she read the note in horror. Finally, she couldn't contain it anymore. All that had occurred caught up to her in that moment and she began to cry in earnest. She fell to the ground sat there with her face in her hands, weeping. The only thing she could remember thinking was Why... Why?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~(A/N)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hi! I've been hoarding this on my laptop for a while, and I thought I might post it. I don't know if I'll continue it, but tell me what you think! I already have like half the second chapter, but I may not work on it. As some of you may know, I already have another fic, Nevermore, and it will take priority. This is just a fun thing that I did on the side. Anyway, I hope you like it!

Please review if you can, I'd really like it!