Alright, as we all know, season two of Kuroshitsuji ended with Ciel being turned into a demon thanks to Alois and Sebastian wasn't able to eat his soul, thus Sebastian had to stay by Ceil's side for ever and ever. Well I didn't like that ending. So I decided to take matter's into my own hands, pretend that Ceil had his soul eaten like it should have happened and let Sebastian move on. This is how I thought a third season of Kuroshitsuji should go. Yeah, I probably should have done this story after finishing my other stories that need to be finished, but I just couldn't wait. I would have described the story more in the summary, but it only allows you so much space so that you don't spill the whole story. This is a story with an OC main character. Reviews about whether it's good or bad would be much appreciated. (I don't own Kuroshitsuji)

So as always, read, review, and enjoy.


Save Me

Someone, help me!

The cold floor cut through the grungy, flimsy once white dress that hung over the girl's gaunt shoulders. Pale, almost alabaster skin, covered by dirt and blood was pulled over her bones; her last meal had been hardly enough to fill her stomach. Her greasy black hair hung in her eyes, dull and lifeless. Around her, bloody hand prints smeared across the dirty walls from where she had tried to claw her way out. Strips of her torn dress were wrapped around her hands in an attempt to dress the wounds. But what did it matter? It wouldn't help the pain go away or make her situation any better.

How long had it been since she had a decent meal? How long had it been since she had a warm shower? How long had it been since she had seen sunlight? How long had it been since she had contact with a human that wouldn't beat her? How long had she been locked in the room? All sense of time had been lost inside the room where even sunlight couldn't reach.

She sat on the dingy mattress that reek of rat pee and pungent sweat that served at her bed. In terms of cleanliness, it was the cleanest thing in the small, windowless prison-like room. The thick concrete walls blocked out all sense of the outside world, leaving her unaware of where she was. She had sat in the dark, shivering as she clutched at the threadbare blanket that looked it had been pulled from a dumpster in the back alleys for warmth. Still the cold ripped through, stealing her body of all its warmth.

It was another thing that was being taken from her; another thing that was stealing from her. Her freedom, her life, her dignity, her sanity: All were being yanked from her, leaving her naked and bare.

A rat scurried across her feet, making her recoil with a raspy scream, falling off the mattress onto the damp floor. Slimy ooze that she couldn't make out in the dark seeped through the already soiled clothes, making her shiver even more. The rat disappeared into the darkness through a hole in the wall that was its escape route from the room. If only she was a rat, able to squeeze into any crack and crevice. Then she could escape and run away.

If only it were that simple. Even if she could escape, where could she go? She didn't even know where she was. Was she still in New York? Still in America? The man who had her locked up spoke English and looked American, but she couldn't figure out his accent; she had stopped trying.

That man…She flinched at the memory of him. That man was the one who imprisoned her and was the only one keeping her on the verge of life. He was also the one who was slowly making her become less human, slowly, bit, by bit. His unloving hands would touch her skin, his eyes tracing greedily, his mouth sneering as he viewed her as nothing more than an object.

Whenever the man appeared, he'd take her from the room to another room without windows. The room was sparkly furnished, with only a bed and a few other pieces of furniture and a bathroom. That room terrified her as much as the concrete one; it was the room where she had less freedom. In the room, she was treated like an animal, stripped down to be prodded and toyed around with as the man pleased.

The thick smell of cigarettes and alcohol made her lungs seize with terror as a swirl of memories burned against the back of her brain. The brutality that she suffered made her body begin to tremble. She tried to scream whenever she was brought to the room, but she was silence with the slap of his hand across her skin, leaving it burning red. Her fingers traced the welts left by the whip the man carried that he used to cut her skin, his eyes always glowing with maddened glee. When she struggled too much, he'd grab a needle and drive it through her skin, filling her veins with drugs that made the room spin. In her incoherent state, she was helpless to do anything against him.

She was helpless anyway; nothing more than a powerless child.

The sudden rush of the terrifying memories made her jolt straight up. The dark room spun around her, making her throat burn as the contents of her stomach tried to come back up with the vertigo. Unable to hold herself up, she collapsed again on the ground, too weak to pick herself up. All her strength began to fade away, leaving her body too heavy to move, as if her veins were full of lead.

How pitiful she was; lying on the dirty floor like a discarded piece of trash. How did any of this happen to her? It seemed like only yesterday that she was eating dinner with her family in their mansion, talking about her father's business and the latest gossip topics her mother had heard. Those times seemed so far away; were they even real anymore?

Someone…help me! I don't want to die here! Please! Someone! Save me from this place! She screamed inside her head, her fingers digging into the unmoving ground, drawing blood. She didn't care. The pain reminded her that even though she was living, it wouldn't change anything. She had never wanted to die, it terrified her, but to go on living the way she was scared her even more.

Her cracked lips parted as she grasped for breath, sucking in the musty air. It had been so long since she had used her voice for something other than screaming. She had stopped talking because it took to much effort and strength that she didn't have. Her trembling lips silently formed words as she struggled to recall how to form words. Her dry tongue hit the roof of her mouth as she summoned the strength she had, gathering as much air as she could.

"Someone save me!" she screamed with every fiber of her body, desperately hoping that the sound would penetrate the walls and reach the ears of someone to come and rescue her from the hellish place. She flinched at the sound of her own voice, so loud and foreign to her even though it was her own.

She lay on the floor, waiting as the room faded into silence. She gasped for air, her throat sore from that one scream. It had been foolish to believe that one scream would change anything. She had stopped screaming long ago, knowing that it was useless.

Now tears fell from her hollow ice blue eyes, matting her hair to her face. Crying was all she could do now, even though the tears were wasted effort. What was the point anymore? She would die in the room devoid of sunlight, used up until there was nothing left.

I don't…want to die here….I want to live! I want to get out of here…Why is this happening to me? she thought as she was suffocated by the dark thick air, drowning in her misery. The darkness grew darker and thicker as her eyes began to close, heavy with weakness until she succumbed to it.

"Do you wish for me to save you?" a velvety voice asked, cutting through the heavy darkness.

Her eyes flew open, temporarily blinded by the expanse of pure white feathers that surrounded her. Slowly she opened her eyes looking around, dazed. Slowly she lifted her eyes and found herself staring at a jet black raven perched on a gnarled black stick. White feathers fell from the black expanse, resembling snow as they drifted down.

"I'll ask again: Do you wish for me to save you?" the voice came again, echoing around her. "Do you want to form a contract with me so that any wish of yours may be granted?"

"Y-Yes…" she rasped, picking herself up so that she was at least sitting to face that bird. "Who…Who are you?"

"Who am I? I am a demon, a being of Hell," the voice answered.

"A demon?" she repeated.

"I'll tell you this, if you wish to form a contract with me and reject the faith, you can never pass through the gates of heaven," the demon told the girl.

"I can never pass through the gates of Heaven?"

"You will be plunged into Hell, never being able to experience the joys of Heaven. Your soul will belong to me; that is the price for forming a contract with me," the voice went on. The girl thought about his words, growing fearful about the thought of being in Hell, but it didn't matter to her at that moment.

"My soul in exchange…for forming a contract with you?" she gasped, struggling to breath. "I can form a contract with you…

"Yes, that is the price for having me by your side. Until the contract is fulfilled, I will remain by your side, protecting you until the time comes when I will devour your soul. I'll ask you again; Do you with to form a contract with me?"

"Yes! I do!" she cried, all fear abandoned.

"Even if you will never be able to cross the gates of Heaven? Even if you will spend an eternity in Hell?" the demon asked.

"Yes! This is Hell enough! Please, form a contract with me and grant my wish!" she cried again, reaching out to the bird with a scrawny hand.

"Very well. A contract will be formed," the demon replied, a smile in his voice. Suddenly the feathers around her changed color as blackness seeped into them as they were kicked up, soaring upwards as if a wind had disturbed them. The girl's view was blocked as the black feathers swallowed all the light.

Searching through the blackness, she spotted the figure of a man through the black. Her eyes squinted to try and get a better look at the figure, but soon unconsciousness seized her. the last thing she saw was a smile on the figure's face.


Anyone have any thoughts yet? I'm sure you must after reading this short into to the story. I'll update as soon as I can to get the plot ball rolling