"Ciel! Wake up!" A deep manly voice banged on his door loudly. The pounding woke the boy from his slumber, as usual. Ciel stepped up from his bed a got himself dressed. Now you might be thinking why is the Earl that we've come to know so well dressing himself. Ciel glanced over at the same small mirror a few feet away from him. The mirror seemed to be mocking him. The harsh awakening and the mirror's reflection remind him of how he got to this point.
"You can't just use those demon powers to get whatever you want! You took the easy way out and broke the contract. There for you will be stripped of your demonic abilities."
The words rang in his head as he stepped down the creaky wooden stairs. Sure his room, if he could call it that, was upstairs, but a shop took place downstairs. A shop where 6 young boys worked, including Ciel. Yes, the famous Earl Phantomhive from the 18th century was now working in a convince store, broke, and living off the owners of the store.
"Bout time you woke up. Mum was about to stomp up there herself." A boy with orange-ish hair stood staring down at Ciel. This was Jeremy, the second youngest boy at age 11. "And we all know how angry she gets when you slack off." The boy nagged with a thick British accent.
"I know. I know." Ciel replied, expressionless as always. Then a big hand hit his mid back, followed by a deep voice laughing.
"Tardy as always Ciel." It was another of the boys; Zane was the oldest and acted as if he was the owner of the shop himself. "You better hurry, or you'll never get the shop swept before father gets home." Zane joked. Ciel just rolled his eyes, grabbed the broom, and walked off to start work.
Finally, a moment to myself. Ciel thought stepping out in front of the shop. Zane always had him sweep the sidewalk in front of the shop, even though it sounded ridiculous. He began to sweep slowly and lazily, because he wasn't really trying. Sure, he's been here at least a month or two, but he still isn't use to the work.
"Looks like you're working hard there." Ciel heard from aside. The familiar voice rang in his head, a high pitched and sweet girl's voice. Ciel's eyes widened as he quickly looked over to see a short girl about 13 with the same blond ping-tails and the green eyes. The perfect reflection of his fiancé standing right before him.
"Lizzie….." He muffled under his breath stepping back a bit. Ciel's eyes as wide as he could get them.
But Lizzie… How….. its been years, at least a hundred! Ciel thought gripping the broom tightly. The girl smiled and laughed a bit.
"I'm afraid you have me mistaken for someone else." The mysterious girl said cheerfully. The aura that came off of her just spelled L.I.Z.Z.I.E for Ciel, but he knew better. Ciel calmed himself and set his eyes back to the expressionless 'setting' as usual. "I'm Ella sorry."
Ella, Elizabeth, that's just crazy. Ciel seemed a bit upset that it wasn't her, and began to slightly sweep the cement ground.
"You're Ciel Phantomhive, correct?" Ella asked stepping closer to him. Her two gloved hands in two eager fists.
"Yes, how is it you know me?" Ciel asked in a suspicious tone. Instead of answering the girl grabbed Ciel's arm and started dragging him down the street until she turned into an alley way.
"What was that?" Ciel asked trying to catch his breath.
"I'm sorry for deceiving you master Phantomhive, but the man said that this would be the best form to get your attention." Her face shinning in the one stroke of light in the middle of a dark alley way. "But you must come with me, he won't wait long." Her voice sounding more butchered as the light captured her form changing. Ella no longer resembled the blonde chipper finance Ciel once had. Ella now had long black hair and familiar bright red eyes. Those eyes struck a sudden chord with him. The eyes of a being that haunted many human's nightmares. Those red orbs showed that human blood no longer flowed through their veins, the eyes of a demon. Ella showed she was in a rush though so she again grabbed his arm and began to run. This time he couldn't notice where they were going, she was moving at amazing speed. When they finally stopped they were at the old metal door of a lower class apartment. Ella took one knock and the door opened with no one standing as an invite.
The inside was not some crappy apartment. The silver marble staircase, with darkened blue carpeting covering the entire floor. The familiar staircase was way too good to be true. Was Ciel truly standing in the manor of his that he had abandoned long ago?
"Well it's about time Ella." A familiar smooth voice spoke down and echoed through the hall. Ciel heard footsteps coming his way. This all making him tense with curiosity. "It's good to see you again." That statement was obviously for Ciel. Ciel's expression could not be more shocked as he stared at the tall black haired man with a shiny butler suit that looked untouched. "Welcome home, Young Master." Sebastian said smirking at Ciel.
DUN DUN DUN! Well this is to set up things, ALL will be explained in this series.