On the carriage back to the London was the Chamberlaine family. Back to the place they considered home. Charlotte Chamberlaine rested her gloved hands on her lap. Her blue eyes gazed out the window as she continued to be stuck in thought. But what the family did not know was that there was a tragedy waiting to happen. One that the Chamberlaine family never expected. A destiny of life or death, one would say. Charlotte's parents—Evelyn Chamberlaine and Thomas Chamberlaine—both exchanged a glance with each other. They nodded in agreement and Evelyn placed a hand on top of her daughters', Charlotte looked away from the window and at her mother—a beautiful Lady with shoulder-length golden hair and green eyes. Her father was the opposite; he had jet, black hair. And she had his hair color rather than her mothers'.

"Charlotte, darling," began her mother. "Are you going to visit that charming boy, Samuel?"

Charlotte didn't respond; like usual. She hadn't spoken for years. At least, not ever since her older brother, Oliver Chamberlaine, died from the black plague. It was as if she had been traumatized. No; she was traumatized. Losing her brother had made her less social. Her mother continued to gaze at her daughter, sighing.

"You've not spoken for so long…" murmured her mother in a soothing voice. She tried to make eye contact with her daughter, but Charlotte avoided her gaze. "Losing your brother was hard, but you can't stay quiet forever. Soon you'll have to find a husband whom you must speak with."

There she went again; blabbering about the marriage. Charlotte had no fiancé. No one to love, except for Samuel Boston. He was her one and only love, but he of course didn't love her back. He was in love with his cousin Rosaline. It bothered Charlotte greatly that he was in love with his cousin. A sigh came from her mother several seconds later, making Charlotte push her mothers' hand off her lap; not knowing that this may be the last time to hear her soothing voice. Or, that it might be the last time she would ever ride in a carriage with them.

At the exact same time, Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian Michaelis were walking through town; unaware of their fate. Unaware of the tragedy about to occur, actually. Ciel kept walking past an alley with his butler right behind him. As they walked past it, Sebastian sensed a presence. He recognized the presence instantly but made no reaction. Instead he kept walking behind his Master, glancing over at a carriage that rode past them. They kept walking as if nothing happened until they got further away. Ciel had stopped, but didn't glance over at Sebastian.

"Sebastian; I know you sensed it."

Sebastian smirked slightly at his Master. "Ah, yes I did. But I must say; I'm quite surprised that you sensed it as well."

"I know when that thing is around…" Ciel suddenly glanced over his shoulder and at Sebastian. "What is he doing here?"

"It seems he will be reaping souls this evening," replied Sebastian. "How tragic for them."

"…Quite…" mumbled Ciel; continuing to walk. If only they knew that this tragic accident would lead to a whole new story of the Phantomhive's…and another sorrowful family.

Gazing out the window with her dull blue eyes, she began to think about her nineteen year old brother who had died three years ago. If he were alive, he would have been twenty-two years old. Charlotte was four years younger than him and was now seventeen; about to turn eighteen. In a few more days, actually. But nothing was happy about that. She wanted to spend it with her brother. But even that was impossible. The dead couldn't come back to life. As she continued gazing out the window, the carriage came to a stop. Her eyes widened as she realized that the people walking through the town were running and screaming. Running away from the coach. And right at that moment, the carriage flipped over.

Charlotte fell forward from the force and landed on the floor of the carriage. Not a single sound escaped her mouth; even though she wanted to scream. Her eyes were glazed with fear as she looked over at her father as he fell head first against the window of the coach; glass shattering everywhere. Pieces of blood stained glass landed around her as the carriage fell on its side. She looked over at her mother; pushing aside strands of her hair. Her mother was sprawled on the floor a few inches away from her. She lifted her head and gazed into her daughter's eyes; making eye contact for once in so long. Her mother's green gaze was filled will sorrow and pain as her hand reached for Charlotte's; to hold it one last time. Suddenly, the sound of a chainsaw was heard from above the flipped over carriage. And before anyone knew what it was, a chainsaw blade came slicing through the carriage and into her mother's head. Blood splattered everywhere in the carriage and Charlotte's eyes began to tear up in horror as blood splashed onto her face and into her hair.

She was speechless. She just stared at her mother's body as the chainsaw was pulled out and back through the roof of the carriage. The sound of the chainsaw came back, but Charlotte didn't react at all. She didn't move. Didn't look away. She didn't even blink once. It felt like time stopped for a while as the blood leaked onto the floor; staining her clothing. The sound of the chainsaw came back louder than before, but Charlotte still did nothing. It was too late. No escape. Trapped in a fate that would soon lead to her death. Or so, she expected.

The coach they had walked past earlier had crashed. Sebastian and Ciel had stopped walking and watched the scene for several minutes. People ran away from the crashed carriage and were screaming at the sight of the red headed reaper. He held his blood stained chainsaw above the carriage; about to plunge it back in again. And Sebastian sensed a presence within the carriage. Just as Sebastian turned away, he looked down at his Master who was still staring at the carriage with unemotional eyes.

"My Lord?"

"…Save them…" was what Ciel mumbled.

"What, my Lord?" asked Sebastian again.

Ciel abruptly looked up and glared at Sebastian with one blue eye. "Sebastian; I order you to save the survivors in that carriage!"

A smirk formed across the butler's face. "There's only one pitiful soul left. Do you still wish me to?"

"…I gave you an order, Sebastian."

"Yes, my Lord," Sebastian murmured, bowing slightly before pulling off his jacket and draping it over Ciel. "Please, do try to stay clean of any blood that might be spilled."

With that, he ran towards the tipped over coach; about to catch the reaper off guard. As the reaper plunged his chainsaw halfway into the roof of the coach, Sebastian kicked him in his stomach. The force of the kick sent Grell flying off the carriage and onto the street floor; leaving behind the death scythe still in the carriage. Dusting off his hands, Sebastian glanced at Grell who sat up.

"What the hell?" demanded Grell as he glared at Sebastian.

"I'm afraid I cannot let you take another soul," replied Sebastian.

Grell stood up; whining, "It's my job as the reaper! You can't just stop me from collecting souls, Sebas-chan!"

"I can stop you, and I will."

The reaper growled. "This is the duty of a reaper. We have our own jobs like you do. I would appreciate it, Sebas-chan darling, if you'd let me do my work before Will gets here."

"Please do refrain yourself from saying such repulsive names. Especially in front of my Master," muttered Sebastian.

"Oh, Sebastian darling, don't be like this." Grell jumped beside him on the carriage; the ugly smile returning to his face. "We can both show how we truly feel again towards each other."

"I don't feel anything towards a creature such as yourself."

Grell whined. "You're so mean Sebas-chan!"

And at that moment, Sebastian threw knives that slid out of his tailcoat sleeves at the reaper. Grell screamed slightly and ducked; the knives flying over his head. Grell then ran behind Sebastian; grabbing his death scythe and pulled it out. He swung it at Sebastian behind his back, but Sebastian was quicker. He turned around and caught the blade between his hands; stopping it from slicing through him. They both made eye contact for what seemed to be a long second before Sebastian pushed the death scythe back. The force of the push sent Grell stumbling back a few steps. Their eyes glared into each other's and before Sebastian could make another move, he caught someone at the corner of his eye. It was Will the reaper. He launched his death scythe attack at Sebastian, probably hoping to catch him off guard. But Sebastian was quicker. He jumped back instantly and landed a few more feet away. Will took the place where Sebastian once stood, not happy that he missed his attack. He glanced over at Sebastian; glaring straight at him through the spectacles.

"Interfering with the shinigami, I see."

"Naturally," replied Sebastian.

Will fixed his spectacles back in place. "It is our duty to reap souls when needed. It is our job to decide who dies; not a filthy Demon."

"Ouch," Sebastian teased at Will's harsh words. "I'm afraid an order is an order. If my Master orders me to win, I shall win. If he orders me to die, disappear I shall. It's as simple as that." He smirked. "And now his order is to save the remaining soul. And save this pitiful soul, I shall."

Grell started his chainsaw again; still behind Will. It was as if he was waiting for an order to attack the Demon. But Will glared at Sebastian as if he was thinking. He then put his death scythe away and adjusted his spectacles while turning away.

"Sutcliffe, let us be off."

"What?!" demanded Grell, lowering his death scythe. "We should kill him!"

"Sutcliffe!" growled Will as he began walking away from the carriage. "We are leaving."

Grell mumbled something under his breath as he flung his scythe over his shoulder; following behind the other reaper. Sebastian watched them leave before glancing over at his Master who was looking at him far from the broken down coach. If not for the order, would this pitiful soul have saved them from their tragic fates?

Charlotte was curled up on the floor inside the carriage. She was terrified of what she heard going on outside of the carriage. Blood surrounded her filthy body. It was sickening to be surrounded by so much sticky liquid. And it was the blood of her parent's. How much more disgusting could that get? Suddenly, she heard footsteps on the carriage. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the door swing open; light shining into the coach and onto her limp body. She gazed up at the figure that looked down at her. His crimson eyes gazed into her blue eyes and she didn't know what to do or think. Was this man in the tailcoat going to deliver her death? He kneeled down and reached inside the coach to where she laid. Flinching, she closed her eyes shut and began to tremble in fear. But instead of feeling any pain, she felt something lift her out of the coach. A cool breeze swept by and she opened her eyes slowly. The main in the tailcoat. What was he going to do? Surely he wasn't going to let her live. He jumped off the carriage and onto the sidewalk; walking towards a young boy with her still in his arms.

"Is this the only survivor?" asked the young boy with an eye patch covering one of his eyes.

"Yes. I found her in a pool of blood. From the looks of it, she was on a trip," replied the man in the tailcoat as he looked down at her. "You are quite the lucky one."

Charlotte stayed quiet, still frightened of what might happen. But as she looked into his eyes once more, she suddenly calmed down. Something about his eyes made her stop trembling. Was it the fact that they were different? Or did she spot a trace of kindness in them?

"Sebastian," said the boy. "I order you to protect her with your life. She is your new Master, and I expect you to treat her like you would treat me."

The man bowed slightly with Charlotte still in his arms. "Yes, my Lord."