AN: Nope, this isn't my first fan fiction ever written but its the first I've posted. I don't expect a tonne of reviews and rates but it would be nice. ^^' This is post Ciel, I don't really want to go ooc on characters. I'm not sure if it will actually end as a SebastianxOC or not, it all depends on the reviews and what people think about it. If it does, I promise she isn't going to be some weird flying bitch who can kill people with the snap of her fingers. No, if you want a Mary-Suefic, look elsewhere because I've found a lot. The majority of the characters are owned by me, the antagonists are mine as is our protagonist. The only characters that belong to Yana Toboso that I'll be using are Sebastian and the Shinigami, I do not own them and if I did you don't want to know what I'd do to them. _; So, blah blah, enjoy etc etc.

A grimace crossed against the ginger man's lips as he manoeuvred his foot away from the puddle of blood that he had so very nearly stepped into. He pushed the brim of his hat down, a shadow casting itself over his amber eyes. His brow, which was arched in a fashion that added to his young persona, furrowed at the sight before him. Viscid, crimson pools of blood had draped their way around the interior of the once delicate cottage.

This case was fresh, the paperwork had been sent to him the day before and never in a million years would he have imagined such a scene before him. Flesh and blood had been scattered around the scene in such a way that no one, whole body could have been recovered from the scene, let alone identified.

"Brazington." The man named Brazington turned around, his eyes directing at the youngish man who stood in the doorway. His eyes widened, his head whipping round to look back at the untainted world behind him. "They believe this case is closed."

"How so?" Brazington closed his eyes, taking a step deeper into the interior.

"They found a girl here, when they discovered the scene. She was wailing, covered in blood. Neighbours reckon she was their daughter." The younger man had his eyes sealed, trying to wash away the imprinted image in his mind.

"You believe such a young girl could cause this, Mason?" Mason shook his head in response to Brazington's question. "I thought not. I'm surprised the Queen left Scotland Yard to deal with this case."

"That's the other thing, Phantomhive is dead." Brazington froze, his eyes opening slowly as he turned to face Mason.

"His dead?" He looked puzzled at the news.

"Either that or disappeared. They've lost all trace of him and that butler, they just vanished. Good riddance I say, taking us out of a job near enough." Mason narrowed his eyes as he stared at the flying creatures that swooped just outside the door.

"What an indecent thing to say. But without that blessed Butler none of those cases would have been solved. He sure was something."

"Anyway, its time for us to leave. They're cleaning up the scene soon."

"What about the neighbours?"

"Freak accident. Its a story never to be told."