"What an interesting group of people," I mumbled to myself as I zoomed through the street, trying to get used to driving on the left. Growing up in America your entire life doesn't really help you when you're in the UK, or in any other country. Damn, why does the US have to be so different from the rest of the world?

Making my way through a dense forest, I began to wonder why the Queen has her animals living here. I mean, they're not really animals per se, but is really necessary to isolate them?

Finally pulling into a large parkway, I put my Mustang to a halt. I stared the large manor, and wondered how old it was. It looked like the kind a noble would live in, back in the 19th century. I looked at myself in the mirror, making sure that my brown fringe covered my right eye, and that my black glove was secure on my right hand. Satisfied with my look, I headed out to the trunk, and dragged out my two suitcases. Walking up to the giant wooden doors, I knocked with my fist and waited.

I sensed them before I was even a mile away, so I knew that I wouldn't have to wait too long. And in an instant, six people were on the other side of the doors, with a strange one closest to the door. Straightening up, I kept my brown eye wide open, feigning innocence and nervousness.

I faced a tall man, clad in a black and white butler uniform. He instantly reminded me of a crow, especially with those red eyes. Once I made eye contact with him, I knew everything; Sebastian Michaelis, crow demon, cat obsessed, serves under Ciel Phantomhive through a contract for the past 127 years…. It's a little gift I have.

"Hello my lady," He said in a British accent, "You must be Artemis von Vanity, the Queen's Cat. It is my utmost honor to welcome you into this manor," And with a deep bow, he moved aside so that I could see the other five.

Ciel Phantomhive, with his left eye covered by an eye patch. I tried not to stare, but I knew that he was another demon, thanks to Alois Trancy's contract with Hannah Annafellows, which thereby forced Sebastian to be his butler for all eternity. His deep blue eye seemed to show a mixture of sarcasm, pride, and cruelty. Not intimidated in the least bit, I gave him a small smile when he greeted me.

Rosaline Monroe, a soft creature, was actually a half human-wolf hybrid. She was a beautiful blonde woman, and I felt insignificant to her model physique. But she did face a horrible experience, much like mine. I shook her fair hand, and said hello in a tiny voice.

Noah Jayy, a strong-looking man with piercing grey eyes, was partner to Rosaline. Which was predictable, considering that they came from the same place. Also a wolf-human hybrid, he surprised me by giving me a one-armed hug around the shoulders and yelling a big hello, saying that it was befitting of a Yankee.

Shanna Fay, also a gorgeous woman with a painful past, had flawless brown skin. She was a loud one, but I liked her big personality to say in the least. With bright caramel eyes, I could see how the avian DNA mutated her into giving her the pretty eyes. She gave me a big wave with a smile to match, saying that it was great to welcome another woman into the house.

And last but not least, Trayvon Luther, another avian hybrid, was a lean but fit man,who gave me a small wave of the hand as a greeting. But I knew that he didn't like getting close to people, considering that his entire family was massacred in front of him. But he and Shanna were highschool sweethearts, so she was everything to him. Which meant that he didn't need anything else.

"Aren't you kinda young to be working under the Queen?" Shanna asked me as they showed me to my room. I shrugged, still keeping up the shy act. Just because I knew every little detail about them doesn't mean that they could know everything about me. I'm just a selfish creature.

"Well, this is your room. I hope you like it," Rosaline gestured to a large room with a window that took up the entire North wall. It was rather palatial, and the walls were a midnight blue, reminding me of a late evening sky. I loved it, so I shook my head as an affirmative of my liking to the bedroom.

"Sebastian will leave your belongings in here. For now, we need to discuss business," Straight forward as ever, Earl Ciel Phantomhive. The five of us, sans Sebastian, headed to one of the many living rooms, and settled in. Ciel started first.

"We know that this certain organization of the Queen's is not...normal. We all have a certain trait that made us useful to Her Majesty, and I'm curious as to what yours is. What you learn today may change your view on the world forever, so-" I barely understood him with his accent, so I just interrupted him.

"You're a demon, as well as your butler, Sebastian," I began casually, as if we were having a completely normal conversation, "Rosaline and Noah are both lupin hybrids, and Shanna and Trayvon are avian hybrids. You've been serving under the Royal Family since 18-" And I was the one interrupted.

"How did you know all of that?" Noah asked in his deep booming voice, "That's highly classified information, and the only other person who knew that other than the people in this manor is the Queen herself."

"I have my ways."

Everyone just stared at me, well, Ciel glared, but all the same. Even without them saying it outloud, I knew their thoughts.

How does she know?

Did the Queen tell her?

Why won't she tell us how she knows?

What else does she know?

I sat there with a bored look on my face, waiting for them to draw to a conclusion on their own. It was kind of funny, really, to have a bunch of adults in shock due to a 14 year old girl telling them things that they already know. And not to mention that two of them were demons, older than ancient.

It took them a couple minutes after fighting within themselves, with me listening in every now and then without their knowing, to calm down. I wasn't intimidated by some of the dark thoughts that they had, since I could take on any and all of them.

I knew that I probably looked like a brat, with information that could be useful to blackmail them, but I really don't need that. I came here on orders from the Queen and my own president, so I couldn't care less about my coworkers' personal life. I should mention that, but they were finally about to say something. Not that I didn't already know what they were going to say, but it would move things along.

"Well… since you're here on the Queen's order, I guess there isn't much that we can do," Trayvon said solemnly.

"But it would be fair if we knew something about you…" Shanna began, looking at me with her big, caramel eyes.

"...Like why the Queen decided it would a good idea to let a kid like you to start working with us," Noah finished. I raised an eyebrow. Did I look that young?

"Alright," I agreed, "I'll say this much…"

Rosaline leaned forward, Ciel put his chin on his folded hands, Sebastian took a couple steps forward, Shanna waited with her huge eyes, Noah looked like he was on the verge of frustration, and Trayvon just looked bored…

"I'm actually fourteen."

Silence.

"You damn Smart Alec!"

"You couldn't have said something else?!"
Rosaline had face planted onto the expensive looking carpet, Shanna had a look of shock on her face, Ciel looked annoyed, and Noah and Trayvon exploded. I think that the only person who stayed indifferent was the butler. But he's a demon, so he knows how to handle shit like this.

"Can you tell us something else?" Shanna asked again after recovering.

I shook my head with a slight smile. What a bitch. I am a bitch… How sad. Not that I care, really.

"If you have complaints, go ahead and call Her Majesty. But I don't feel comfortable revealing just who I am to a bunch of demons, avians, and lupin hybrids. No offense or anything dudes," I quickly apologized to their slightly offended looks, "I was called here on a mission, and I intend to carry out that mission. Plus, it's involuntary that I found out about your secrets. It's not really controllable, ya know."

"Wait wait wait…" Noah paused for a moment, "You say you're fourteen and yet… You drive a Mustang?!"

"Oh well, yeah," I shrugged again, "Can't have chauffeurs taking me from place to place. They'd end up getting shot. Or strangled. Or find out something about me that they shouldn't, which would cause them to 'disappear'. Or kidnapped then tortured. Like that one time with Josh, the poor guy. I think that they used a toothbrush to cut something open, but it took a while and it looked like it was painful since he was screaming and bleeding a lot, but I did save him, mind you, but I don't think that he chauffeurs anymore… Maybe I should give him a call just to check up on him-" I was gonna go on for another good hour or so, but unfortunately I was interrupted by the ex-earl.

"I don't see what this has to do with anything," Ever so high-and-mighty with his stupid British accent. I don't know why, but Ciel's accent was bothering me more than the others, maybe it's because he can be such a dick. And the only reason why I know that he acts like a dick is due to my Past-Reading. I should really get an official name for that…

"Damn Yankee."

Rolling my only visible eye, I considered telling them at least where I'm from. But...Nah, that goes against one of my rules. Never willingly or knowingly give out personal information.

"So, I'm gonna go to my room," Getting up from my seat, I headed toward the large staircase, but stopped. I totally forgot!

"Oh yeah!" Swiveling around on my heel, I faced the six non-humans, "Almost forgot."

"What?" They asked in synchronism, with a look of hope in their eyes.

"Ciel…" Addressing him directly, and looking at him in his blue eye, "This is your old manor, correct? It's beautiful. I've always been fascinated by the Victorian Era," I smiled, and headed to the staircase once again.