A/N:Hello hello, I'm back at attempt number two for a chapter story. I'll try to have chapters two and maybe three up this week, and try to update the story at least once every week. I'll also try to make sure all my chapters hover around that 1,000 mark for the minimum of words so you have more detail. Anyway, enough chit chat. Enjoy.
UPDATE: I have previously gone through and updated every chapter, so if there happened to be any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes, I hope I corrected them. If not, please tell me if you notice anything in the story I missed.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Black Butler in any way, shape or form. Main characters belong to Yana Toboso, only the idea of the story belongs to me.
Tick…. Tock…. Tick…. Tock…. The hands on the clock never stop that annoying ticking. Some might say it'd be enough to drive someone insane, I agree entirely. Always reminding you that time still passes even when you aren't staring it face on. It's ticking, almost as if it was taunting you. I snickered at the thought. Something as tedious as a clock taunting me. I'd like to see the day when that happens. It will never be strong enough to bring me down. Me, Ciel Phantomhive. A clocks meaningless ticking is no match for me.
Three light taps sounded throughout the room, disrupting my pitiful attempt to think about anything but the work I have to get done. "Come in Sebastian. You better have prepared something sweet for tea, I need the energy. Dealing with all these idiotic business owners is proving to be quite the tiring task." I could see the smirk on his face as he wheeled the silver trolley into my office. The wheels becoming muted as they rolled off the floorboards and onto the carpet that rested on the floor.
"Of course, just as you requested my lord." The papers I held were rested onto my desk as I focused my attention on today's tea time treat. "For today's tea time you have a fudge chocolate trifle served with young masters favourite, Earl Grey tea." A plate with violet floral designs holding the slice of trifle was presented before me with its matching tea-cup. Not a speck of dust or filth of any kind was on the flawless surface of the set, as expected. Nobility shouldn't beserved too with anything less of exquisite and perfect. Sebastian bowed, arm crossed over his chest and a hand placed before his heart, before stepping away to ten to the cart then take his respectful position by my side as I ate so he could collect the dishes.
After the trifle was left to be merely a pile of crumbs, Sebastian returned to the cart to return the plate as I finished off the tea. "My lord, a letter arrived to you earlier from her majesty." Out from his breast pocket came the envelope bearing the all too familiar wax crest I knew too well. The letter was placed into my palm and only seconds later the wax seal was broken and the envelope opened to reveal the sheet of paper with her majesty's careful cursive writing.
To my young Earl of Phantomhive,
Once again my dear country has been plagued with the darkness and fear of murder, stained with the blood he's spilt. I put the responsibility into your hands to track down this killer who is slaying my people in such gruesome ways. Inside the envelope I have added the descriptions left by Scotland Yard, I do not wish to describe the horrid acts as it hurts my heart so. Please, put an end to the terror before it strikes the heart of London.
Queen Victoria
Sure enough, tucked neatly inside the envelope was the Scotland Yard's report. Two families were affected. The first was a report of the murder of a young woman, only sixteen years of age, found dead in her parlor by her family on their return from visiting the shopping centre of London. The victim was Miss Adelise De'laviore. Her family is of high noble status, having moved to England from France only three generations earlier with her grandfather. Upon arriving home on Sunday afternoon after church and shopping, the mother screamed when she noticed her daughter's bloodied corpse laying on the floor. Adelise had her throat slit and many other stabs wounds, marks on her wrists were markeddown and presumed to be marks from a rope, suggesting her wrists were bound together, and one of her fingers was apparently missing. The Yard also recorded that the killer left a message on the floor in her blood: Care to join my game?
The next victim was a man of only twenty, Sir Joshua Vendall. His father had recently gone off to Berlin and when he returned home on Monday morning he was met with his son, who was already long dead. He was found hanged off the stairway railing of his front parlor, his throat apparently slit right beneath where the noose held him. Once again, the report stated a finger was missing upon investigation and another message written below his feet: Who's willing to play with me?
"A double homicide, presumably from the same culprit. He's taunting the police with messages. There hasn't been any thefts of the house recorded, so the motive couldn't have been money. Sebastian, prepare the carriage. We're paying late Sir Vendall's residence a visit." I folded her majesty's letter back up and placed it back into the envelope before standing. "It seems her majesty wants her loyal guard dog to sniff out another rat." I removed my eyepatch, revealing my glowing faustian contract as a dark look overtook my features. "We cannot fail her majesty, that's an order Sebastian."
His eyes flashed from their normal burgundy to a demonic shade of magenta, giving off a slight glow as he smirked, revealing two pointed fangs and giving his demonic appearance that extra effect. He held his hand over his heart and got onto one knee, his faustian contract glowing on his hand to match my eye. "Yes, my lord."