Chapter 1

Ciel was furious when he retuned home, having just been practically dragged back from the Trancy manor, by his butler no less.

"Sebastian! What is the meaning of this? I had that no good Alois brat, just where I wanted him, wounded and ready to die and you bring me back here! My order was to keep that Claude, freak away from us. Now he is alive still, when I could have already killed him by now and achieved my revenge!"

Said demon looked at his little lord. Lips parted as he tried to regain his breath from shouting, a blush on his cheeks, eyes blazing. What a lovely sight.

"Forgive me Young Master, but with all that blood, Claude's demon senses were bound to go out of control. It would not have been safe for you." He bowed in apologies.

"So what? Don't tell me you were affected as well then?"

Sebastian frowned at the thought. "Of course not. As if I would what anything from that child. I am, and will always be interested in only my master and my master alone. Be it blood, the soul, or other~ things." He smirked as he lowered his voice near at the end; enjoying the dazed look in his bochan's eye as he could easily see him remembering some of their "Nightly activities".

Snapping out of his 'sudden thought's', Ciel continued to glare at his butler.

"Had we stayed, it would only have taken a moment more. Then we both would have gotten what we wanted. Since he will be weak still, we will strike again tomorrow. Make sure everything is prepared."

He had turned around and was about to head for his room when his arm was suddenly grabbed and his was pulled against a strong chest. Arms wrapped around his middle making sure he couldn't escape.

"Perhaps, it would be best if you were to wait longer. Why it would make the Phantomhive name look bad if you were to kill a man only when he was weakened,"

"Why are you delaying this? When he dies, I will have completed my goal and you get my soul. That was our contract. So why does it seem as if you hesitate demon?"

Sebastian turned him around in his arms so they were face to face. "Does my lord not have faith in me yet? You should know by now, that while I am your pawn to control, I only act in your best interests. As your servant, your weapon, your knight and your lover, I will protect you from all others."

Despite, the faint redness on his face Ciel acted as if he hadn't heard. "Sebastian. You did not answer me. Why are you acting as if-"

He was cut of midsentence, by a pair of lips covering his own.

Sebastian reluctantly pulled away, before scooping up his lord, bridal style. "It seems my master, needs more to convince him. Trust me; by the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to remember anything of this conversation."

Cries of pleasure and the shouts of each other names was the only thing that could be heard that night. It was only until Ciel could take no more, that he fell asleep, and his butler left the room.

However, it was not long that he was once again awoken, but not from the usual nightmares that plagued him, but something different.

As Ciel lay in bed, in his half awake state, he couldn't help but think to him self, how strange it was.

Lately, he had been having some very strange…dreams? Perhaps visions. But a quite voice, in the very back of his mind whispered to him that they were memories. That his trusty demon was hiding something from him.

He would see him self standing at the very top of the Effie tower, the queen standing before him, except she was much younger looking than she should have been. Then a sudden movement of white would head towards him and he would suddenly find him self on an unfinished bridge. Feathers would float around, an odd mix of that white from before, and new, black feathers. Two bodies swirled, collided and looked almost as if they were moulded together as they moved around each other…fighting? Dancing?

He couldn't tell. But then the floor would drop. And he would fall. Down, down, down, towards the dark, inky depths of the cold water below. Then just as he would hit the surface, he would be able to just make out, a white gloved hand, reaching out to him.

Turning his head to face the window, he looked at the moon as it hung silently in the sky, despite from its beautiful appearance, he could not help his mind wonder. Now that he thought about it, he had not received a letter from the queen in many months now. He had expected to at least run into that butler of hers who delivers the letters. What was his name? Something like…it started with…was it a B? Bash? No. How stupid.

He tried to think, but it only brought pain to his eye, which held the contract. It really shouldn't be that hard to remember a single name. Honestly… he knew it, so why couldn't he get it?

Then, the voice was back. Whispering, whispering, whispering, and forcing him to listen this time to the three words they spoke. Over and over almost a mantra as it repeated on a loop.

Ash.

Angel.

Dead.

.Dead

Ash, Angel, Dead. Ash, Angel, Dead! Louder and louder.

He closed his eyes to try and block it out, but then an image of a face appeared in his mind…In a flash of white. And the dream came back, only this time he could see it all clear. Could hear and feel what was happening.

Because it had been real.

Ash, the queen's butler, who was also a female… had been an angle, the one who was responsible for his parents death, had tried to kill him…and everyone else. And in return, had been killed by his order at the hands of his demon.

He had got his revenge.

So why did Sebastian tell him it was the Trancy boy? Why hasn't he taken my soul? What else is he hiding from me? What else is he lying about?

Even after I ordered him, to never lie to me.

Drowsiness and fatigue once again took hold of him, as he began to drift to sleep, he promised to him self-

'Tomorrow I will get my answers, if not from that blasted demon, then from someone else!"