Black Butler

Part I: "Her Able Butler" (Based on the Anime)

Three years after Ciel and Sebastian disappeared from the world. The Phantomhive estate was quiet and lonely. But somewhere in America, a woman accompanied by a creature dressed in a black suit with a devilish smile make their way to England. But they aren't there to find the young master, but seven men hiding in England.

On a cold, rainy lonely full moon night, a lone carriage traveled the roads around the city of Boston. Inside the carriage was a woman dressed in a dressed like Madame Red's. But instead of red, it was a more rustic brown color adorned with silver buttons down the center of the dress. She wore rustic brown high-heeled boots with heels half the length of Madame Red's. Her face was fair for any noble man with long beautiful dirty blond hair that touched the center of her back that was kept in a ponytail. Her hazel green eyes hid her devilish charm and dark demeanor.

"Are you sure he'll be there?" she asked a tall shadowy man accompanying her.

He was a tall well built man dressed in a black butler suit. His body wasn't too muscular, just enough to see a little muscle through his loose clothing. His face was fair but somewhat fierce with a somewhat flat chin and longer nose. His eyes were dark yellow that glowed under the full moon with an eerie glow. His ears appeared somewhat elfish, but slightly rounded at the tip so it didn't look as elfish. His hair was dark brown that he wore long to barely extend over his shoulders. He kept it messy with several points sticking out.

"As I said before, my nose never lies," said the man with a grin. She looked at his mouth to see his ivory teeth. But as she looked closer, she noticed that his canines were twice as long as they should be.

"I told you to hide everything that could give you away," she said in a condescending tone. He looked at her for a brief second before turning his gaze at a pocket watch that he kept in his pocket. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, you filthy demon!" He looked up at her with a menacing frown. "I order you to hide your teeth now!"

A few seconds later, he opened his mouth, revealing normal human teeth.

"How's this Mistress?" he asked in a respectful yet somewhat rude tone.

"Much better," she said, more condescending. "See what happens when you behave; you make your betters happy." He let out a small growl. "Do you want to kill me? Are you hungry for my soul?" He looked up at her with a snarl.

"Don't tempt me," he warned her. "You know what they say; "Stupidity can lead you to an early grave". She chuckled at his warning.

"As long as our contract still stands you're my servant," she said. "You will do what I say, when I say it, and without any questions."

She noticed a small smile forming in his lips. She jumped onto her feet, slightly rocking the carriage. Seeing red, she reached for a small bat that she kept beside her. With a hard swing, she hit him clear across his face. The sound of it hitting him overpowered the sounds of the horses galloping.

She sat back down, placing the bat plainly on her lap as she stared him down. He looked at him with a bright red bruise across his left cheek in the shape of the back. A small drop of blood dripped down the corner of his mouth. He used his shirt sleeve to wipe the blood off his lip and chin.

"Tell me something, does it satisfy you when you hit someone?" he asked.

"I don't need to justify myself to something like you," she said, staring him down. "When you're with a lady you must act like a gentleman. A woman with class needs a man with class and respect." Letting out a huge huff, she closed her eyes and laid her back against the wall of the carriage. "Honestly I thought you'd have some class at least, but we'll get back on that subject later. We should get onto business now."

"Who's our target today?" he asked with a small grin. She pulled a small handheld notepad from a light brown purse that she was carrying and examined the page she was currently on.

"Richard McFarlane," she read, looking at the notepad. "We're gonna be meeting him by the Scarlet Fox Bar to discuss some "business". He grinned and snickered with an awful laugh.

"What about the other men you're looking for?" he asked.

"That's what we're going to find out," she said. "We should be meeting him really soon."

They turned the corner to see a huge bar with a brightly light sign on top of the front doors. It was a scarlet colored signed with the words; "Scarlet Fox Bar" clear as crystal. They stopped in front of the bar to see a balding man dressed in a light brown suit with a light blue tie walking towards them. He was clean shaven and he had short whitish grey hair on the sides of his head.

"Good evening Miss Harten," said the man with a small bow.

"And good evening to you Mr. McFarlane," Miss Harten said back.

"I daresay ma'am, not the best place to meet up," he said, confused by her arrangement.

"It's better we meet here instead so we wouldn't draw too much attention," she said. "Unless you'd like to meet at your estate." He quivered in fear at the very mention of meeting her at his estate.

"We don't need to do that ma'am," he said, trying to act calm. She smiled as the door to the carriage opened. He stepped in as the door slammed behind him, making what's left of his hair stand on edge.

"I believe you know why I'm here?" she asked sweetly. Sat down beside the man: nervous because the man looked at him with an evil grin. "Don't mind him he's simply the butler. He looks like a maniac but I assure you he's completely harmless. In fact, he is the sweetest butler you'll even meet." That was directed as an order; luckily Mr. McFarlane didn't notice it. "That is, until I tell him to hurt you."

His hands were shaking like leaves as he held his out to shake the man's hand. The man looked up at the man with a kind smile. He shook his hand to assure him that he was alright.

"It's an honor to meet you Mr. McFarlane, I'm Emmett Peterson," said Emmett, gracing Mr. McFarlane with a small silver colored thermos. "I do apologize but we had to bring tea in a thermos. It's Earl Grey tea that I recently picked from our garden. May I offer you a cup, it's still hot?"

"Well certainly," McFarlane answered with a jolly laugh. Emmett reached down into the small compartment in the carriage and pulled out a small teacup with a small dish under it. But as he was pouring the tea, the cart hit a nasty bump which jostled both Mr. McFarlane and Miss Harten. But Emmett wasn't fazed as he continued pouring the tea. He handed the cup of steaming hot tea to Mr. McFarlane, who stared at the butler in awe.

"Would you like some sugar or milk or honey with your tea sir?" Emmett asked. Mr. McFarlane shook his head no.

"That's truly amazing!" Mr. McFarlane pointed out. "The carriage bumped but you still poured the tea with such grace, how did you do that?" Miss Harten looked at Emmett, curious to what he was gonna say. As she motioned her hand towards the handle of the bat that she was sitting on, Emmett, kindly answered back.

"You flatter me with your kindness sir," said Emmett with false but believable kindness. "To be honest I learned it from my father; Harold Peterson the third. For he is a more noble and able butler than myself. I'm proud to call him my father and my teacher. From him I learned balance, grace and eloquence when serving a noble master. I'm pleased to serve my Mistress and her wonderful guest. But please my gracious sir, don't let me interrupt you're business." Mr. McFarlane gazed at Emmett with wonder in his eyes. He adored the kind and respectful words of the butler.

"I really enjoy your butler Miss Harten," said Mr. McFarlane. He cleared his throat for a moment before reaching inside his coat pocket for something. "I'm aware that you are looking for a few people, may I ask why?"

"They just owe me their time is all," she said, concealing a demented smile behind her hand, which she used to fake a yawn.

"I'm afraid to say that I only found one of the men," he said, pulling out a folded up piece of paper. He handed it to her, which she opened and examined. After what seemed like a minute, she folded it back up and handed it to Emmett.

"Thank you for your time Mr. McFarlane," she said, lightly knocking on the wall of the carriage. The carriage stopped, but it was in the middle of the woods.

"Excuse me ma'am but why are we…."

Before he could finish, the door swung open as he was yanked out his seat. A dark figure yanked him out of out of the carriage and threw him with one hand several feet away. He rolled for a second before smacking into the base of a large tree. Terrified and clueless, he looked up half-dazed to see the dark figure approaching him.

The light from the moon cast a ray a dull light down close to Mr. McFarlane. As the figure walked into the moonlight, Mr. McFarlane was filled with a sense of pure terror. The man under the moonlight was Emmett. As Emmett stood hovering over Mr. McFarlane, a sense of hunger appeared in his eyes. He knelt down to Mr. McFarlane who tried to scream, but Emmett grabbed the man's throat with one hand and started squeezing.

"We appreciate the generosity you've given us," said Emmett. "Now we'll repay the favor."

Suddenly a loud blood-curdling scream echoed around the area. But it was quickly stopped with the sound of bones snapping and flesh being torn apart. After the sound stopped, the carriage drove off. Leaving a bloody corpse that looked like it had been mauled by a bear. Its neck snapped and its flesh ripped apart. Not much was left of Mr. McFarlane.

See what happens next in Part II: Her Vicious Butler