Jane Doe

Chapter 1

Hey, so I've been working on this story for a couple months now and there's this huge gap hole in the plot. It's been bothering me so much I decided to write the first chapter and get some feedback from you guys on it. Please tell me if it's bad or else it's just a waste of my time.

Also, I named it after the song Jane Doe by Nevershoutnever. Jane Doe is a placeholder name for people whose names are unknown and in this story Ciel doesn't know anything about the girl he meets so she's "Jane Doe" to him.

Anywho, on with the story!

I staggered through the hallway attempting to avoid all the kids walking the opposite way as me and had to duck as to not get smacked in the face by some guy's insanely large shoulder pads. He and his buddies were obviously football players and they thought that because of that they were cool enough to go picking on other non-athletic kids. I didn't understand it at all though. The smaller kids were clearly a lot smarter and will probably one day become millionaires with filled out lives and make a big impact on the world while the football players just wanted to seem cool and liked to slap each other's butts and wear tights. How immature.

"I swear everyone at this school is gay," I said while easily dodging one of their attempts to trip me.

"Hey, what'd you call us, kid?" One of them yelled at me. I froze and I could tell that my eyes had turned pinkish and my pupils had turned into slits like a cat's eye. It bothered me over a hundred years ago when I was still a human 13-year-old and now it probably bothers me worse that I'm stuck in this form. No one calls me a kid, not after what I've been through. I calmed myself down until my eyes were their natural blue before turning around and sending the boys a look that could kill, literally. They seemed startled by it but one, probably the so called "leader," a tall boy with spiked up brown hair and a pimple covered face, came up to me and sent me an equally terrible look.

"Hey, you better watch it, kid," he said using that inferior word again. I tried to hold back a growl as him and his buddies surrounded me, laughing. One of them slammed my books out of my hand and they all barked as the loud echo filled the hallway. I expected more students to be around, wanting to witness the fight about to take place, but we were in a more abandoned hallway tucked in at one of the far corners of the school.

"What kind of cowards pick on someone when it's five against one," I said, shutting them up. "Or are you too scared to fight me alone?" I asked the "leader" with an innocent look in my eyes and my head cocked to the side. Sebastian told me I shouldn't play with my food but it's fun in this new boring life of mine. Plus, it's not like I was intending to eat them, their souls smelled rotten and disgusting.

"Now, listen here," he said smirking and pulling his arm back to punch me. "You can't just talk to me like that." He released his fist and swung it around to hit me square in the face. I caught it inches away from my face.

"Or can I?" I said. It was now my turn to smirk and I could tell from everyone's expression, his especially, that they were really surprised. "Now, if you don't mind, I have to get to class," and with a flick of my wrist, I twisted every bone in his hand and wrist and he crumpled on the floor in pain, clutching his fist to his chest. He started screaming and crying and calling for his friends to help but they didn't move in fear of what I might do to t. I walked over the boy and onto my next class but I could still hear them whispering amongst themselves.

"Dude, he's the quarter back!"

"What are we supposed to do now?"

"Coach is going to skin us alive!"

I face palmed for acting so much like Sebastian. He's been rubbing off on me. At least I don't need him as much anymore, especially not in this dump of a school. The only reason I'm going to school is because it's so terribly boring at home. Ever since I became a demon I stopped running the Funtom Company and working for the Queen and I realized there wasn't that much more to life, especially with the never ending life of a demon. All demons do is eat souls and visit hell. The worst part is I don't enjoy hell and haven't found a soul pleasing enough to make my life more worth living, like Sebastian said about my soul. I felt a hint of guilt for the older demon. With our contract mark still in place, he couldn't seem to make contracts with anyone else. I could, though, because of my bare left hand, I can somehow still make contracts. I knew Sebastian was hungry, really hungry, but I wasn't sure if that could kill a demon or not. In fact, I barely knew anything about demons. Sebastian tried to keep me in the human world and away from other demons as much as possible. I don't know why he actually takes care of me, if it were the other way around I'd be furious at Sebastian. I even told him he could kill me, back when we were still in Europe, but he said that he couldn't because it was against our contract. That man really confused me.

I sighed as I found my next class. It was the first day of school so I had taken the liberty of memorizing the entire school building during the five minutes before school had started. I opened the door to find the room completely empty. Wow, there's only two minutes until class started and no one cared enough to actually be on time. I'm not even the one who needs the education since I've already learned this stuff a billion times.

I sat down at a random desk near the front of the room and waited for something to happen. The room was entirely dull with only grey bare walls and an empty whiteboard at the front of the room. I tried to make out words on the board about thing they might have learned about a summer ago. You know, how sometimes when you right on a whiteboard and then erase it you can still kind of see what you wrote. I wasn't here last year so I was curious about what we were going to be learning. We moved here from New York after people started getting suspicious. There were too many demons there for my liking anyway.

At that moment, a group of three girls and two boys, who I recognized to be the football players I ran into earlier, walked in. They sat in the back corner and seemed too entranced by their conversation to notice me. Two more girls dressed in cheerleader uniforms walked in a couple moments later followed by a girl and boy with their arms around each other. More students walked in until there was only one seat open, the one behind me. I guess I was going to be labeled as a loser at this school too. I blew a strand of hair out of my face when I heard my name being whispered from the group of girls in the corner. They probably thought I couldn't hear them but they didn't know about my enhanced senses.

"I think he's really cute," one of them said.

"Yeah, did you see what he did to Jared's hand?" Said another.

"He must be really strong!"

"What if he has abs?"

They all started squealing and I decided not to listen to them fan girl over my "abs," but I couldn't help glancing down towards my stomach and poking it a couple times. I know I shouldn't be self-conscious about how I look but sometimes my human emotions come back. Sebastian told me it was normal for a demon as young as me to have human emotions and they'll go away eventually, but is it weird that I'm kind of scared.

I shook my head in frustration. No! The Earl Phantomhive does not get- my thoughts were interrupted by small footsteps running down the hall outside of the room. Whoever it was, they only had six seconds until the bell rang. I looked up towards the door as the footsteps got closer. The doorknob turned a little until the door was thrown open and a girl walked in. Other than her caramel colored hair and dark purple shirt, she was dressed in all black. For a second our eyes locked and I gasped. She had the most beautiful red eyes that I've ever seen.

Is it wrong that I immediately thought: demon?

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