Okay. So, this is my first Black Butler fan fiction :3 I hope it's not too OOC ^^;
**POSSIBLE SPOILER ** in this ff, Grell is not in cahoots with Madam Red as Jack the Ripper, she is solo and he has nothing at all to do with them. Review? O3O
Warning: AU, yaoi/shounen-ai
Based off of the song "Creepy Doll" by Jonathan Coulton
I do not own Black Butler
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Creepy Doll
Chapter One
Ciel stared at the small cottage in front of him. It was a two story cottage, made for a single person or a couple to live in. Its wood was a warm brown from age and weather, its roof made of auburn shingles. The mid-morning light of a soon to be beautiful day in England made the house appear even more charming.
He'd always loved the little place atop a grassy hill, and just recently the owner mysteriously died, later her case was cracked and she was found murdered by the infamous serial killer Jack the Ripper. The blue-grey haired teen felt bad for her, but couldn't help but feel excited when the little house was on the market.
The eighteen year old turned to the real estate agent besides him. She was young, probably two or three years older than him, with blonde spiral pig tails and colorful clothes. Her blue eyes shone with success, her smile sweet. He couldn't help but feel a little bit attracted to her, even though he normally preferred other men.
"I'll take it," they shook hands.
"Oh, Mr. Phantomhive-,"
"Call me Ciel, Elizabeth,"
"—Ciel. There's one thing I forgot to mention,"
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Yes. You see, before Miss Miller passed, she had a hired worker that lived with her, cleaned her home, and prepared her meals and so on. After her death was declared, he went missing. The house has been searched and we've seen no sign of him, so we are guessing he left and found a new life. They weren't lovers, or so we've been told. Anyway, I just thought a heads up would be nice."
Ciel didn't know why that information was so important, but he nodded.
"When do you have an opening in your schedule? We could meet and close the deal,"
She pulled a slim pocket calendar from her coat and flipped to tomorrow's date. "How about over lunch tomorrow?"
"That would be nice," he flashed his brilliant smile. She blushed.
They made a plan for lunch, and after their farewells were given the blonde got into her little car and sped off down the gravel drive.
Ciel sat in his own car and eyed the cottage with a grin. A small gleam caught his eye from a window on the second floor. He stared at it. It had green curtains, and he swore they moved. He decided to ignore it, convincing himself that the heater kicked on and the sudden burst of air hit the curtains. He revved his car engine and turned up the volume on his radio, driving down the gravel path and finally back onto the main road that headed to his current apartment.
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"Thanks again for helping, Sebastian." Ciel caught his friend/neighbors eye and smiled.
"No problem. I'm going to miss your company, though." The raven haired man set some books in a cardboard box, labeled appropriately.
"You can stop by the cottage anytime. You have directions, right?" Sebastian shook his head.
Ciel made his way around stacks of boxes and over to the kitchen counter, where directions to his new home sat. He put them face down into his copy machine, which was to be packed last. Ciel hit a button and waited for them to print. When they did, he handed them to his older friend.
"Here," he mumbled.
The man folded them and eased them into his pocket. "Thank you. Call me when you're settled in, and I'll stop by. Oh, and if you need any help unpacking or what not, you know who to call." He tilted his head and offered a dazzling smile, making Ciel's cheeks heat up. "Anyway, what time are you meeting your agent?"
"In-," he checked the digital clock above the stove, "—thirty minutes. Why?" Sebastian shrugged.
"Where are you going?"
"That little restraint right down the street from here, next to the old cinema. You ever been there?"
"Oh yeah, Grell and I've been there a few times. It's nice, pretty romantic though. Do you like this girl?" Sebastian was one of the few people who new the teen was bisexual.
Ciel's face darkened at the mention of his friend's boyfriend, who he couldn't stand at all. "Not exactly. She's cute and seems like a nice girl, but she's very optimistic."
The raven haired man smirked. "Is it a bad thing to be an optimist, Ciel?"
"No," said person sighed. "Optimist's just tend to annoy me after a while."
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Elizabeth clapped her hands together and beamed at the man across the table from her. "I'm so happy someone bought that little place!" She squealed.
Ciel leaned into his right hand, swirling his drink with the left. "It's in a wonderful location, out of sight and away from noise. I'm guessing the only reason it hasn't sold to anyone other than me is because of the murder." Elizabeth nodded.
The blonde rose her glass, "Cheers, to you and your new home!" She clinked her glass together with Ciel's.
They ate in comfortable silence, and at the end of the night Elizabeth Middleford handed over the keys to Ciel's new cottage. He thanked her, climbed into his car, and sped off.
Finally at home, Ciel ran a hand through his hair, leaning in the kitchen doorway. He looked out into the living room of his house. There was still multiple boxes strewn about the floor, but his couch, coffee table were in place, but it'd only been twenty-four hours since he officially moved in. He loved the inside of his house even more than he loved the outside. The walls were a sage green color with dark oak flooring, the doors the same wood.
He turned on his heel; back in the kitchen. His eyes traveled to the little clock on the wall. Ciel grunted in acknowledgment, just now realizing how late it was and accepting the fact he was tired.
The blue haired teen left the kitchen and slowly walked up the stairs, down the narrow hall, to the right, and into his room. For what felt like hours Ciel stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He thought of calling Sebastian, but knew that the man most likely wouldn't answer their phone at around five o'clock in the morning.
He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. He rested for a few minutes before he relaxed. Just about to fall asleep, a crash sounded over head. Ciel bolted upright, sitting still. It was deathly quiet, and he wondered if his sleep deprived body had just made it up. But, as he strained his ears, Ciel swore on his family name he could hear footsteps in the attic. Wait…did his home even have an attic?
Ciel's conscious tried to persuade him into lying back down and forgetting about it until morning, but his curiosity got the best of him. He slipped noiselessly out of bed and pulled a match out of his bedside table, lighting a candle and taking it in hand, he stepped out of his room and back into the hallway.
To his right was a dead end, so he went left. He had been down this way once before, with Elizabeth. He reached the end of the corridor. Everything looked the same, two doors that were both guest rooms or an office, and one closet. But, as he opened the closet door, he realized he was wrong, the light of the candle illuminated stairs. The footsteps were recognizably louder, and with a deep breath, Ciel started creeping up the crooked-from-age stairs.
Feeling he should turn back and leave, Ciel stopped. While his brain argued with his ideas, navy blue eyes squinted into the hazily lit area. Just in front of him sat a door. Courage swallowed his pride, and the teen pushed forward. His hand rested on the knob before he threw the door open.
One step into the room, he looked around. It was a small room, with no windows or any source of light. Multiple shelves were strewn about the walls, various knickknacks, games and other things sat on them. In the middle of the room was a mannequin. It looked like a gel dummy used for weapon practice, but the strange thing about it was the beautiful dress it wore. It looked to be a wedding dress, a long train jutting out from behind, and pins sticking out of the fabric everywhere.
His brow furrowed and he blinked. When he opened his eyes they grew wide and a scream formed in his throat, yet he couldn't coax it out.
"Hello," his voice dull, a man in a blue suit stood in front of the dummy.
Reality reached Ciel and his scream of confusion and horror rippled through his home. He took a step back and slammed the door in the man's face, turning and half sprint, half falling down the stairs. Once back in to hall, he then shut the first door leading to the secret attic room and twisted the lock. The teen leaned against the door and brought up a hand to run through his blue-grey locks.
Outside his bedroom door, his eyes drooped, and he laughed at himself. Really, Ciel? You're brain is playing tricks on you. You should sleep before you manage to conjure more illusions, he told himself as he fell into bed.
That night Ciel fell asleep to what he thought was his brain running over a familiar song from childhood,
"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, My Fair Lady. . ."
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Anyone know who's in the attic? :3 Please review! I probably will not upload chapter two until I get at least ONE review.