Alright, a few things you need to know if you're going to read this Fanfiction.
1. Don't expect anything spectacular because this is my first attempt at Fanfiction.
2. Uploads will probably not be too regular because I'm doing a lot at the moment. Pre-AP courses in high school, Total Drama Videos on Youtube, an Virginia story on Quizilla, and Adventure Time fan art take up a lot of my time. However, I will try my best.
3. The story continues after Black Butler 2. If you have not seen the second season do not watch this because you will have NO IDEA what's going on.
4. And lastly, the reason why I am making this story is because I think the ending of Black Butler 2 sucked! Okay, Ciel turned into a jerk. Sebastian hates him now because he can't eat his soul. They all leave their friends. The bad guys get a happier ending than the main characters, and it does NOT live up to the original season. I am just so unhappy with how it ended so I don't want it to end. I'm going to continue it in my own little way.
5. Please enjoy, and let me know if it's good or not. God bless and bye bye.
"I am Ciel Phantomhive!" he screamed. He laid there panting on the bed as the horror of his nightmare subsided. The same dream had plagued him every night of slumber he gained since that fateful night. It haunted him like a poltergeist that continues to rage throughout its afterlife, refusing to be exercised by even the holiest of men. Then again, what was a mere ghost when you were a demon? Yes, he was a demon, evil personified into a tangible form, but he had no choice in the matter. His fate had been sealed by another...
"Do you want Claude's love? Or would you rather see him ripped apart piece by piece?" asked Hannah.
Alois thought about it for a moment. Both were tempting offers. He had desired Claude's effects for as long as he had known him, and the change to finally gain his admiration brought life into the long dead heart of Jim Macin. But he had betrayed him, even after promising his very soul Claude thought of him as nothing but a pawn. The thought of Hannah tearing him apart, making him pay for what he had done to him was a wonderful thought, but Claude wasn't the only one he wanted revenge against.
Even after learning it was Hannah who had taken Luca, Alois continued to have hatred for Sebastian. He wasn't sure why or if he would ever know what about him made his very flesh crawl, but he despised the demon and vowed he would make him suffer. The only question left was who to hurt. Vengeance against Claude or Sebastian? He had to make a choice, but Alois was a selfish child. He didn't like being forced to choose.
"I don't want either of those pathetic options. I want it all. I want to make them both rue the day they ever crossed my path. So I'll take away what they both crave so desperately. I want to make sure neither of them ever knows the taste of Ciel Phantomhive's soul!"
Hannah smiled. It seems that he beloved master had finally gotten over his adoration for Claude Faustus, the undeserving wretch.
"Would you like for me to devour his soul as well Your Highness? Your entities are fused as one, and if you so desire it I will consume both of you so that you may be together within me, forever out of the reach of both Claude and Sebastian."
"That's not good enough," he screamed,"If you eat us both then I'll have to share you with him! I don't want to share! I don't want to lose you!"
He ran into her arms and clung for his very life. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed into her blouse. She was all he had, the only person who truly loved her. She would reunite him with Luca. They would finally be a family. He wouldn't be alone anymore. He would finally have everything he wanted. He would have love, and he wasn't about to share it.
Hannah wrapped her arms around his tiny frame and stroked his hair gently.
"You needent worry Your Highness. I swear by my blackened soul that I will never leave your side ever again, neither of us will," she added.
"Good."
"So tell me Highness, what is it that you desire? What must our contract be based upon?''
"I want you to make him a demon."
Hannah gasped. She had never expected her Master to make such a sickening request. Being a demon was a curse, eternally causing misery and forcing others into the hands of Satan as a necessity for your own survival. She would never wish it upon anyone, but it seems Alois had no qualms wishing for such a thing.
"Are you sure this is what you wish Highness? Once my mark is placed upon it can never be removed, and your wish can never be altered."
"It is what I want. I want him to forever remain out of reach, alive forever as an eternal reminder to the both of them to never mess with Jim Macin! I want them to fight to the death in a vain, futile attempt to gain his soul and be met with nothing but a disappointment as their prize. I want to make them suffer!"
Hannah bent down and kissed his cheek. Slowly she placed her hand above the boy's eye and placed her mark upon him, sealing their bond and sealing Ciel's fate. While his soul was trapped inside his body he had heard the entire conversation. He wanted to scream and pound against the walls of his prison. How dare they make decision about his life, about his very soul. He was not a pawn. He was the king, and he refused to a mere play thing in someone else's chess game. But alas, none of his pleas had been heard, or no one cared to respond and he was overtaken by a black, horrid darkness that consumed his very soul, turning them into the likes of the fallen.
Ciel sighed. He knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. Whenever he awoke after that dream it was useless to try and rest. What's worse was that the despicable dream plagued him each and every night, and it was always the same. The same crazed land, with the same demented inhabitants, attending the same insane trial giving their same nonsensical accusations, and ending whenever he was able to speak his own name.
The young boy tried to forget about his ever repeating nightmares as he grabbed a snack from the refrigerator. Out of all the technologies he had seen advance throughout the ages Ciel was most fond of this useful appliance. He wouldn't have to wait for Sebastian to make him each and every meal or snack he desired, and that pleased both of them.
The front door opened.
"Young Master I'm home," called Sebastian. The demon found the small boy sitting on the couch watching reality television and eating leftovers from the night's previous meal.
"Why is there never anything interesting to watch anymore? This bloody thing's existed for a little over a century and already the airlines are flooded with nothing but poppycock."
"Well I can't exactly change the programs on the television Young Master."
"Well then what are you good for?"
Sebastian's eyes narrowed. Ever since Ciel had become a demon his personality became nearly as annoying as any other orphaned brat he had served under. He could barely put up with the stress and responsibilities he possessed, and forever being forced to work as a lowly servant did nothing to help his anxiety. He hungered for a soul. Sebastian had yet to feed in nearly a century, and knew he would never feed again for his current Master had nothing for him to feast upon. He was the empty shell of the boy Sebastian had made his contract with, yet he would serve and protect him with his life until he was able to feed upon what he could never possess.
And he had been doing just that for decades. Once the two of them had left the Phantomhive estate they searched for a new home, and found it in Berlin, Germany. Sebastian knew the lands well, but for Ciel it was harder to integrate into the new society. There they lived for a decade before people began to question why neither of them had aged. They packed their things and left for another land.
Year after year Sebastian worked thankless jobs to support his spoiled Master who demanded the very best from wherever they stayed. Though trouble never seemed to leave them alone. Soon they had to do more than move their location. They were forced to take on disguises and aliases to stay unknown and unrecognizable, and Sebastian had to see over all of it. It was exhausting.
And now they had lived in a London apartment for six years, and people were again becoming suspicious of their eternal youth. It was time to depart, and Sebastian had just finished the preparations for their leave. He turned to Ciel.
"Young Master, I've gotten the tickets we require. Everything is ready for our departure."
"Good. When will we be leaving?"
"Tonight. I've secured the bodies as well. We'll leave them here to be properly identified as us, but we must leave soon or else the neighbors will begin to smell the corpses."
"So who did you kill this time? I hope it wasn't anyone who would be missed. We wouldn't want to have to go through another investigation now would we?"
"There is no need to worry Young Master. The boy was a young orphan living on the street, and the man was a useless drunkard with no family or friends. Scotland Yard will have no reason to investigate. I guarantee it."
"Fine," said Ciel as he slipped on his coat,"Where will we be going this time."
"I thought we'd try something a little different this time. I've bought tickets to America."
"The New World?"
"It's hardly new Master. It's been colonized for over a two centuries."
He scowled.
"Hold your tounge Sebastian. Now, who are we this time?"
Sebastian thought for a moment. He really hadn't given their identities much of his concern. He had been much more preoccupied securing the plane tickets and bodies. He had spent weeks finding the perfect corpses and planning their demise. Even after such a long time he still found it difficult to execute the living leaving no marks or evidence, especially in the current age of forensic technologies. The police were getting much harder to fool then they were back when Abberline and Jack the Ripper were alive.
The demon sighed, knowing his Master would grow inpatient without an answer.
"Why, you'll be Ciel Phantomhive of course."
"Excuse me? What are you prattling on about? I asked who I will become, not who I was. Now give me an answer Sebastian."
"But I did Young Master. It's been a long while since our past lives, and no one will be aware of the tale of Young Ciel, Earl of the Phantomhive Manner. With a few minor tweak to your back story you'll be accepted as just another child with a similar name."
"Well what about you? Butler's really aren't an ordinary profession in this day and age."
"Then we'll have to be related then. Won't we? I'll be your older brother."
"I won't have a blood stained demon share the name of Phantomhive."
Sebastian was insulted. He had given that brat everything, protected him, and cared for him for nearly a century, yet he was still thought of as nothing but a disgusting monster. For a moment, he thought of retaliation, but he was never one to lose his temper.
"Then you'll just have to be Ciel Michaelis. There, are you satisfied, Little Brother?"
The boy sighed. He was getting tired of this never ending game of life and staged deaths. How any immortal could stand this he didn't know, and he wasn't sure if he could stand this much longer. He was growing bored of his life. He had no bumbling servants to keep him on his toes, no revenge to full fill, no criminals to investigate for the Queen, and no living kin or companions, not that he ever had any in the first place. Then again, what could be done?
"It'll have to do, for now," he said.
...
Neither of them knew it at the time, but they weren't alone in that room. Quite the contrary, there were others in that room just observing their every action, watching their every move. However, they didn't quite feel like revealing themselves just yet. At the moment, they were content with being spectators.
"Are you sure he's the one we're after?" asked one viewer,"He seems rather hopeless. Both of them have already surrendered to the Darkness."
"Aw but you forget," said the other,"They're much too stubborn to surrender to anything or anyone."
"They could fool me."
"It seems they have."
"Don't get cocky with me. I'm not in the mood. We have a lengthy journey ahead of us."
"But that's the fun of our job, or would you rather be at desk handling paperwork at Headquarters?"
"Even so," the figure sighed,"We've got our work cut out for us."
"I'm looking forward to it too," It said.