I really think is is better than the other fic I wrote...personal opinion.

I do not own anything in relation to Kuroshitsuji.

It's dark, and cold, she hurt, no, everything hurt. The moonlight hurt, the ground hurt, the trees swaying in the breeze, the almost silent whisper of the wind, everything. Nights like these were always the worst; nightmares haunted her sleeping and waking hours. Old and new blood glistened on the walls, monstrous roars and screeches surrounded her. 'This is my own private hell.' Nobody knew what she saw in her dreams, was it prophecy, her own future, a past memory. But every dream would always end the same, screaming and thrashing, crying and shaking. Always at the same time, every.single.night.'Impossible, I've had this dream for all of my life, it cannot be a memory.' So then, was it future, something destined to happen? No one in the house knew about the nightmares, they locked her away in a far room so as to not hear the screaming. The room was small, rather empty, but cozy all the same. A sanctuary, haven, safe from the world of dreams. But every time, those eyes would beckon her back to sleep, back to the nightmares. Those deep crimson eyes that glowed eerily in the darkness, calling out to her in sleep. But tonight, this night, would be different. Dreams would not come, nightmares would die. The ground was soft with snow, cold and pure, spotted with foot prints that lead back to the window of a certain house.

Despite having many layers of clothing on the wind still cut through her like a knife. The house wasn't far from the city; she had packed enough food for a day. If she was lucky she would arrive by morning, just in time for people to begin going about their business. Maybe then she could find the person that had that glowing pair of crimson eyes. Slowly the sun began to rise, warming her just a bit before she finally got to the city.

She had never been out of the house much; her family said she was too strange to be seen with them in public. But it wasn't hard to find the busiest street filled with people ranging from nobles to peasants. At noon she ate the one meal that was packed away with some clothes, and still no man with crimson eyes. By the time it was early evening the temperature began to drop again, shops however were still open. There was a toy and candy shop near the stop she had occupied for the day, a shop belonging to the Funtom Company.

The shop was warm and inviting, all sorts of little toys and trinkets were being sold. Shortly after the girl entered a young boy and his dark as night butler entered. The boy gave off the air of nobility, one that she was accustomed to. But the child was not the one she was interested in, it was that butler. He seemed familiar, and then it hit her, like a train. 'Those eyes, I know those eyes.' This was the man with the blazing eyes. He must have noticed her staring since he turned to look in her direction. Quickly, he leaned down to whisper something into his master's ear. The boy, looking no older than 10, strutted over taking his air of confidence and nobility with him.

"What is your name?"

"M-my name? Why do you want to know? Are you going to take me back? Please don't, I'm afraid of what will happen if they know I've gone."

"Calm down, just tell me your name."

"I-its Rosslyn, Saint-Claire that is. So, you aren't going to bring me back?"

"No, you'll be coming with me, to my home. Sebastian, bring the carriage."

"Yes, my lord."

"I thought the Saint-Claire family had only a son? Are you the oldest?"

"O-oh yes, Aleksander is my little brother. Mother doesn't like it when I go out of the house though. Especially into the city, she'd be cross with me if she knew."

"I see…" The boy trailed off just as his butler came into the shop again.

"My lord, the carriage is here, shall we be going now?"

"Yes Sebastian, my cane please."

"Yes my lord, this way if you please Miss Saint-Claire."

The three left the shop with the poor store owner left unknowing as to what had just happened. Usually being stuck at home the girl's eyes were transfixed on the view outside the window. The butler and his little lord were watching her; she was an unknown presence and could turn hostile at any time. The three made it to the boy's manor and entered quietly. The other servants were doing various simple tasks when they heard the door shut. They rushed to greet their master, but were surprised when they saw the girl.

"Master, who is our guest." The three servants asked eagerly.

"This is Rosslyn Saint-Claire; you will treat her like all guests."

"Yes master"

The butler then spoke. "You three get back to your duties. My lord, where would you like her to stay?"

"In the room just up the hall from the others'."

"Yes my lord, this way please Miss." She followed without a word; this nameless boy was giving her a place to stay.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"Hmm, o-oh no…."

"I see then, when we reach your room please place your things on the bed then follow me to the kitchen."

"Oh, ok."

The room was the same size as the one back home, but not filled with her things it seemed empty. She placed her things on the small bed and followed the butler out of the room to the kitchen. The man with blonde hair and a cigarette in his mouth was in the kitchen washing dishes.

"Bard, you can go now."

"Oh, alright Sebastian, good night."

"Miss, is there any food in particular that you like?"

"Umm, I like beef stew? And sweet things."

"Alright then, please wait in the dining area over there."

She walked over to the area the butler pointed toward. The dining area was rather large from just one little lord, who was already seated at the head of the table. The boy looked like he wanted to say something but had a rather sour look on his face.

"I-sorry for not properly introducing myself, I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive, head of the Phantomhive house and owner of the Funtom Company. This is my manor, Sebastian is the head butler, ask him for anything you might need."

"It's nice to meet you, Earl Phantomhive. I am Duchess Rosslyn Saint-Claire. I'm sure you know of my brother Duke Aleksander Saint-Claire, mother likes him more."

The butler had whispered to his master about the girl in the shop. A girl with the eyes of a reaper who had a demon's aura. 'A most dangerous creature indeed, it would be beneficial to have her on our side.' The butler had whispered to his master. The two nobles made small talk while the butler prepared dinner for both. While cooking he wondered if this was the girl he saw in his fleeting dreams, the one who stared him down with a fire unknown to humans.

With 20 minutes dinner was served, beef stew for the girl and a very elaborate food selection for the little earl. The butler's cooking was exquisite, without a doubt this was the best beef stew she had ever had. When the meal was finished both nobles retired to their rooms for rest. The girl however, was awake for at least another 3 hours thinking of a way to make the room more to her satisfaction. It was 3 in the morning at the latest when she finally went to sleep. Unlike all the other nights though, no nightmares came. There was no pool of blood, no glowing crimson eyes. There was no waking screaming and thrashing, no crying and shaking. In all 18 years of her life the girl had never once had a night without those dreams that constantly haunted her. A peaceful night she never wanted to end. But morning comes, and always with fresh news of the last day's events.

Please review, I want to know how bad/good this is. I'm a whimsical person so continuing depends on very few things. And I really want to finish this, if I can even bring myself to do that.