I would like to mention now because I'm sure I am going to constantly get comments or reviews or whatever as to which my story is following. Mine will be following the manga. Not the anime. I find that the anime doesn't follow the manga and ruins the story. I don't mind reading other stories that do follow the anime, but I would rather avoid it for certain reasons (coughSEASONTWOcoughLASTEPISODEcough).

Anywho, I do hope you all love this story and my OC. I already love her so much and only have a couple chapters drafted. Oh I have so many plans for her and our dear Sebastian.

Enjoy~!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji nor do I make any profit from it


The period was of the Victorian Age; a time where corruption was just around the corner. Every corner. Yes, an unfortunate truth that many simply couldn't see it even if placed right before them. A time period where many demons, only the most powerful, came from the depths of Hell and gained contracts like crazy. Sin was now everywhere and within practically every human upon the world. So many corrupted souls for the demons to have a feast if they so pleased.

"A nice treat," spoke a soft voice from within the shadows of the forest outside the Phantomhive mansion. Completely cloaked in black, the only thing seen of the figure was a pale left hand with a deep red scar across the back. Such a scar was healed and yet still such a dark red color.

"I'm just glad that I have hidden my presence well enough," the voice continued, "I don't need the dear Crow to know I am here… Not for a few more hours or so."

With that said now, the figure gave a satisfied laugh before finally turning away from the rather large mansion.

"Little Crow, what is your current name?"


"The Young Master and Mr. Sebastian are going into the city today, yes," questioned a medium, dark red-haired maid. Huge glasses covered her eyes and her dark maid dress had a white apron around her waist. Her head was tilted to the side; probably showing her confusion. As the maid of the Phantomhive manor, she needed to be sure that she understood the information.

"Yes," spoke a certain black-haired butler, "The Young Master has business that needs to be taken care of in the city. Something Her Majesty wants him to personally take care of immediately."

"And we can't come with you," whined out a small boy with orange-hinted hair and kind, blue eyes to match. He had a straw hat on his back; it was attached to a string that was around his neck. There appeared to be dirt on his face; clearly he had to the gardener of the manor.

A tall blonde man with a white chef's outfit soon nodded along with the boy; he had to be agreeing with that whine spoken out only seconds ago. Perhaps he too wanted to go to the city.

"Of course not," a boy of thirteen spoke up. Dressed in a black and dark blue attire, along with a black eyepatch, had to be none other than the famous Ciel Phantomhive. The Queen's Watch Dog. Earl Phantomhive. The Gatekeeper of the Underworld. Call him as you may, but he was still a small boy of the age of thirteen. Maybe fourteen if you would rather push for an older age.

"The manor needs people to take care of it while I am away," Ciel continued on as Sebastian helped him with putting on his black trench coat, "Since Sebastian needs to be with me at all times, you three along with Tanaka will stay here at the manor. Do take care of it without making a mess."

"But, Young Master," whined the small boy.

"We'll be back soon enough," Sebastian replied for the boyo as he placed a black top hat onto his small master's head.

"Finny, it's useless," spoke the blonde chef as he placed an arm around the boy called Finny, "Plus they are right. Someone has to take care of the manor while Mr. Sebastian is gone from the Young Master and who better than us? Huh?" A big smile came across his lips as he spoke such words. He was trying to encourage the small boy, make him understand that as servants, they were to listen to their master's orders without hesitation.

"Mr. Bard…"

"Bardroy is correct, but be sure to listen to whatever Tanaka has to say," Ciel ordered as he took his black cane from his butler, "The old man will be in charge."

Behind the three Phantomhive servants was an old man holding a Japanese style cup with tea within. He was dressed in an old butler uniform of the color green. An odd color for such an old man to wear, but whatever. Giving a chuckle out loud, the old man gave a nod in understanding. "Ho… Ho… Ho."

"Alright," Sebastian spoke as he placed his own trench coat onto his shoulders and buttoning up, "Mey-Rin, Bardroy, Finny, do take care of the manor."

"Yes, sir," the three yelled out as the butler opened the front door for the young Phantomhive. There was a dark colored carriage outside with a chestnut mare standing before it. The small boy's luggage was placed on the back of the carriage; ropes placed around it to keep it from falling off as their journey into the city would begin.

Having once gotten Ciel into the carriage, Sebastian soon finally took his place at the front of the carriage. The dark-haired butler would soon drive this single-horse carriage into the city. From there, the carriage would take the young lord and his butler to the small vacation home the Phantomhive family had.

During their journey, the young lord had a spread of papers across his lap. They had information upon them concerning the problem he would have to deal with once he had gotten to the city.

Jack the Ripper. Women upon the streets were killed during the night; their blood staining were they had been killed. Her Majesty, the Queen, was worried about this. The last she wanted was for her country's women to be unable to walk in the streets without getting attacked by some unknown man.

The chestnut mare was pulled to a sudden stop in front of a plain white, two-story townhouse. A black gate surrounded the small property. There was a small stall and barn to the side to keep the horse and carriage, quite convenient.

"I find having to move to the city every so often quite annoying," Ciel commented, clearly annoyed, "There is just too many people in London."

"Well, it is a season after all. We should just be happy that we are away from those three for the time being," Sebastian spoke as he opened the front door for the little lord, "For once we will be capable of having a bit of silence."

As the two made their way upstairs, there was a small noise; a creak of the wood to be specific. Both had completely disregarded such a thing as just continued their way up. Having arrived to the door to Ciel's study, the butler soon opened the door for his master. As soon as he had, the two found themselves facing a messed up study. A tall Chinese man with a small female next to him were on one side of the room while a red-haired woman, dressed in all red, was on the other side. A tall, brown-haired man was on the opposite wall of the door; he was bent down as he looked through a couple shelves behind the desk.

Upon Ciel's face was an expression that looked rather dumbfounded. There was also a hint of anger there as well. The intruders were not supposed to be within his townhouse at all and yet, they were.

"Heh," Sebastian spoke as he looked upon the messy scene, a bit of confusion upon his features as well, "Apparently we won't be getting that quiet time after all, Young Master."

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing here," yelled out Ciel.

The woman and the Chinese man soon turned to the small boy and his butler upon hearing his yelling; they were both thoroughly surprised to see the young Phantomhive lord standing there at the door. One could guess they were either expecting him to never show or to just be arriving later on like after they had left.

"Oh, Ciel, you're here early," the woman in red stated.

"We hadn't thought that you would be here so early, little Earl," the Chinese man soon spoke up, waving a hand just once.

"Madam Red, Lau," Ciel greeted them both while trying to keep a slightly calm expression across his young face though there appeared to still be some anger, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, we were looking for tea leaves," the woman called Madam Red replied.

"You seriously think we would keep tea leaves in here!?"

"Well, it doesn't matter now. If you're here now, so that could only mean one thing…"

"The little Earl has a job to do here in the city. A dirty job," the man called Lau spoke up as the red-haired woman trailed off slightly.

"Yes," Sebastian spoke up this time, "The Young Master has a bloody mess to unfortunately clean."

"Oh my, that would mean you're going after that mysterious man," Lao pretended to gasp out, "Jack the Ripper, yes?"

"Of course," Ciel answered immediately, "Her Majesty is worried over the safety of the country's women. And if he decides to change his victims, then she will worry for the safety of all her people."

"Well, we weren't really expecting guests so soon," the black-haired butler spoke up, placing a single hand over his chest, "I'll prepare tea in the meantime. Do move into the other room for the wait."

With that, the butler quickly led the interesting group into the other living room since the study was rather messy at the moment. Having once done that, Sebastian made his way down the stairs to carry out the order he had given himself. Boiling the water in a medium-sized pot, the butler cloaked in all black attire soon felt an odd presence near the house. Since the water had yet to really boil, Sebastian decided that he would look out the back door window within that kitchen.

Outside, a tall horse was standing upon the street in the back of the Phantomhive vacation house. The horse was a stallion and a dapple gray color. Its mane and tail were both blonde in color. Sebastian gave a shiver at the horse as it stomped its muddy hooves onto the stoned streets of London. However, that was not the presence he had felt; there was a woman holding the reins of the horse standing just a few feet to the butler's right.

There was an odd aura radiating from her, but before the tall butler could find out what it was, the pot on the burner soon began to whistle. Swiftly making his way over to the pot, he turned the burner off and carefully placed such a hot item onto a tray with several cups and small plates.

Having done that, the butler took one last look out the window. There was nothing there. The tall horse and the odd woman were gone from sight. "I'll have to keep an eye out for them."

A swift movement from the head butler of the Phantomhive family and he was once again joining the group of people in the living room.

"Today's tea is a Jackson's Earl Grey," Sebastian spoke as he placed the tray down on a table along the right wall. Carefully, the butler began to serve each person, other than the tall butler of Madam Red's and the small Chinese girl, a cup of tea.

Madam Red took her cup in her left hand and sipped once. "The way you make it smells so much different even though it's the exact same tea. Grell…" The tall butler behind her chair straightened up at the sound of his name. "You should really follow Sebastian's example."

"Y-Yes, madam." The tall man with brown hair and unusual green eyes gave a small bow of his head as he understood his mistress' order.

"Anyways," Madam Red spoke as she turned to the tall, black-haired butler. From there her left hand stuck out and began to run up and down the man's back side. This caused Sebastian to shiver in surprise. "Still quite handsome~! Why don't you quit working with my dear nephew and come work for little old me?"

Sebastian immediately became tensed and didn't dare move an inch away, even though every part of his body told him he should have.

"Madam Red," coughed Ciel. A tick mark could be seen upon his head, if that was even possible.

The red-haired woman immediately stopped. Her hand came to the back of her head as she gave an embarrassed expression. "Oh… So sorry."

"Let's talk seriously now," the little Phantomhive lord began, his anger expression was completely gone from his features, "I have only seen a few bits of information on this Jack the Ripper case. The prostitutes were murdered on the streets only recently."

"Nonstop news," commented Madam Red, "What are you going to do?"

Sebastian placed some small plates in front of each person; a pastry tray filled with little cakes and scones and other sweets was positioned in the middle of the table. From there, the butler soon served his master a small cake.

"It's not any ordinary case," Ciel spoke, "This murder has skills that aren't like any other murder we have had to deal with… In fact, I would almost have to say it's too abnormal, hence the reason for Her concern."

"What do you mean?"

Ciel stuck a fork into the little cake placed before him; after taking a small bit from the cake, he would continue speaking. "The two prostitutes were killed with a painful death. Some kind of sharp tool with quick cuts over their body. It's probably how he got his name Jack the Ripper."

Lau gave a slight chuckle as he went to sip a little of his tea. "Do you have the guts to go see the crime scene?"

"What are you talking about?"

The rather tall Chinese man stood up from his chair and made his way over to the little lord. Of course, a smirk was gracing his lips as he did so. "I definitely smelled something odd at the scene. The murderer has to be an abnormal madman indeed." Reaching out, Lau placed a hand to the young boy's head. "Are you scared?"

Ciel's left eye soon narrowed at the other's question. "I only came here to the city to be sure that my fiancée was safe. I don't need to answer such a pointless question as that."

Lau gave out a chuckle just before the red-haired woman made a grab for her young nephew. Carefully pulling Ciel to her, Madam Red was capable of getting the boy away from the Chinese man.

"Don't place a hand on my dear nephew," Madam Red yelled out.

After several minutes of calming the red-haired woman down, finally the question of where the crime scene was located suddenly popped up from the tall Chinese man to answer. Of course the man gave a shrug, "I don't really know where it is."

"You talk about it and yet you don't even know where it is!"

"Calm down," the young Earl Phantomhive spoke up; a sigh soon followed afterwards, "There's at least one person I know that would have such knowledge of exactly where this crime scene is."

Both Lau and Madam Red looked to the boy, a confused expression upon their features. "Huh?"

"He's probably someone I would rather not have meddle in this case, however, since I can't get my information from the police because their help will not be much… I have to go see him."

"See who, Little Earl?"

"Why don't we show you instead? I should go see him as soon as possible."

With those words, the whole group, including Sebastian and Grell, immediately gathered themselves and moved outside. Once there, the two butlers went and sat up front while the other three sat inside the carriage. Now where or where would Phantomhive be taking his guests now?

A tiny building with purple and black coloring on a sign. This sign read Undertaker with a skull right above the letters. The bricks looked to be quite old in both color and shape. An interesting little place near, but not exactly within, the marketplace. Phantomhive and his guests were standing outside of this creepy building while Sebastian helped get the horse to stay still with the carriage.

"So… Where are we," Lau asked casually.

"Why are you even familiar with this place," Madam Red yelled out.

"Because the person Young Master knows works as an Undertaker," Sebastian spoke up once he got himself to the boy's side.

"An Undertaker," asked the red-haired woman.

Sebastian opened the door the Phantomhive Earl before any of them were able to get into the small building. Once having entered, Ciel called out for the person he so dearly needed to talk to.

"Undertaker…? Are you here?"

A rather creepy laugh began to ring out from absolutely nowhere in the dark room of the Undertaker's shop. "Heh, heh. I know you would come by eventually, Earl Phantomhive~"

The coffin next to the small group of people soon opened slowly. A pale hand with long, black nails soon appeared from the small crack. Steadily growing bigger, the crack was able to reveal a face with silver hair over the eyes, a creepy smirk, and a black hat. This man had to be the Undertaker himself.

"Welcome. Are you here to see one of my custom-made coffins, Young Earl?"

"I didn't come here to play," Ciel spoke as he calmly looked at the man stepping out of the coffin.

"I know, I know. There was something else that you wanted to do," the silver-haired man spoke as he moved his hand to his chin, "I will certainly help all I can since the Earl Phantomhive has gone out of his way to see me."

"So then you know something?"

"Of course. Take a seat~"

No one sat down as the Undertaker went to find his little white jar of biscuits; oh, you know the ones that look like dog bones and all. With that jar in hand, the silver-haired man soon sat himself on top of a coffin.

"Now, you wanted to know about Jack the Ripper? Yes? Well, let me start with I have already dealt with something like this?"

"Wait," Madam Red spoke up, "There's no way you could have already dealt with this beforehand. It only just started."

"A case where prostitutes were killed has happened before," the Undertaker continued, "In fact the way they were killed was the same as well. The police didn't think anything of it until they had something in common."

"Wait," Ciel spoke up, "What in common?"

A low hum soon escaped from the silver-haired man's mouth; a small smirk to grace his lips as his hand closed the jar. "Hmm? Is not knowing bothering you? You know what I want in exchange for information."

Approaching the young boy, the Undertaker made a grab for the Earl's shoulders with his long, black sleeves. "All I would like is a first rate laugh. If you can do that for me, then I would give you the information that you so dearly want."

"Oh, I can provide that," Lau soon spoke up.

Several minutes passed by; the Chinese man told his joke and failed to get the man to laugh out even a chuckle. The red-haired woman also failed to get the Undertaker to laugh with her dirty gossip and such. With those two done, the Earl Phantomhive had only one chance to truly get the silver-haired man to laugh. With that in mind, the Phantomhive butler soon stood up to take such a challenge.

One little thing though if he was to tell such a joke to the silver-haired man.

"Why the hell do we have to wait outside," Madam Red commented on as Grell led her outside with the rest of the group.

"Apparently he doesn't want us to hear what the joke is," Ciel stated, "And we can at least give him some silence and privacy if it means that we can get the information we need from that man."

Silence grew.

"Ha! HA," came a very loud and high-pitched laugh from the building just as the silence came to be ten seconds or so long.

Madam Red rushed forward with her butler right behind her. Ciel came in after her as she yelled at the black-haired butler about what on earth he had told the silver-haired man, who by now was rolling around on the floor and holding his stomach from his continuous laughing.

"I simply can't tell you," Sebastian replied, "Not when my Young Master is in the room." Moving a hand near his mouth, one finger was placed gently over his lips, telling the red-haired woman that she should stay silent for now.

Still laughing, the Undertaker stood up from the floor. "Well, well… Mr. Butler gave me quite the little surprise there. I hadn't thought such a stoic man would know that."

"I'll take that as a compliment then."

"Anyway, Undertaker," Ciel spoke as he cleared his throat, "What was it that all these girls had in common?"

"Oh, oh yes," the silver-haired man stated as he remembered what he had planned to say, "They were all missing a few little things in them."

"Things?"

"Internal organs."

Everyone grew silent. The Earl Phantomhive took his right hand and placed it over his mouth, trying to keep his calm demeanor.

"You see," the Undertaker continued, "I take out our precious guest's organs and examine them. I had notice that each and every one of them was missing a certain organ… Well, to be exact, each girl was missing their precious womb."

"That's a bit odd," Madam Red spoke as she too placed a hand over her mouth.

"Already at night, there shouldn't be all that many people," Sebastian began to think, out loud, "Even more rare there would be someone so skilled to be able to cut out a girl's womb without someone knowing at first glance."

"Yes," the silver-haired man spoke out as he stepped towards the young Earl, "With such deadly accuracy, these mysterious man as to be an expert. A doctor, yes."

"Well, then," Ciel spoke as he walked away from the man behind him. Sebastian had his coat already for him, which included helping him getting into that coat. Once having his hat neatly placed onto his head, the Earl looked over his shoulder to the Undertaker. "Sorry to have intruded, Undertaker."

"Oh, wait one moment, Mr. Butler," the silver-haired man spoke up.

Sebastian turned back to the man just as the other four walked outside into the London air. His crimson eyes watched as the slightly shorter adult male walked towards him carefully. "What is it?"

"I would like to warn you that the Nightmare is here in town."


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