Sam and Dean stood from their seats, balling their wrappers and tossing them in the trash bin. They passed the table where a man and a young boy sat. The brothers had overheard parts of their conversations, and their voices thick with English accents. Sam noted the child bore an eye patch and toyed with a blue stone on his finger that suggested great wealth. Sam felt darkness on his back, a thick darkness that would swallow him entirely. He turned his head slightly, to see eyes that belonged not to a human. They were not black like demons the boys had faced before; these eyes were an array of colors that appeared to be constantly moving. They shifted in reds, pinks and waves of white. The most unsettling feature in the eyes was a solid black slit that mirrored a portal to hell down the middle.

"D-Dean"! Sam began, turning to face the pair seated behind them. The Winchester brothers turned around at a wild speed. The two who had previously occupied the table had totally and completely disappeared.

"I think we've found our demons". Announced Dean, Sam's facial expression was that of one speaking to an idiot.

"Young master, my apologies but I have underestimated those hunters"… Sebastian bowed before Ciel. They stood on the roof of the mall and Ciel placed his head in his hands and sighed.

"So now we have hunters after us do we Sebastian? Now what do we do"? Ciel was honestly curious, if these hunters pursue were not buffoons but in reality experts at their jobs it could pose an issue for he and Sebastian.

"Well young master, we try to collect as much information possible about the threat and determine a counterattack to their actions". Ciel sighed, knowing he was perfectly capable of defending himself, but he felt vulnerable without Sebastian at his side. Nonetheless Ciel had to be practical.

"Sebastian, this is an order. Go collect as much information on those two men and meet me back here in an hour".

"Yes young Lord". Sebastian bowed with his hand over his heart and leapt from the building. Ciel rested against the air duct and closed his eyes. He thought sunlight and early afternoon eat was a useless and unnecessary thing. He'd begun to descend into a light dormancy when he heard the cock of a gun.

"Don't move you little bastard or I'll blow your ass back to hell"! His eyes snapped open transforming from cerulean to the ocean of vibrant colors that were his demon eyes.

"Keep away from me, you bloody fools"! He inched backward, further against the cold metal of the air vent. The man with the longer hair stepped forward with a flask. Ciel's eyes reverted back to their natural coloring.

"What are you doing with that? Is that water"? The man uncapped it and drenched Ciel in water. He realized it wasn't regular water, it had a unpleasant tingling to it and unusual scent.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Do you go around, randomly dousing people with your filthy water"? The two men in front of him looked at each other in confusion.

"Grab him, this isn't a regular demon". With speed like Sebastian's he found the two men with their arms latched around lithe form. He began struggling and fighting, but his mouth was forced upon and what felt a pound of salt was poured down his throat. It stung and burned, his vision bleared as his body began to collapse in weakness.

He awoke in a dark and confined place. He felt himself moving, and realized he was in the trunk of an auto car. Ciel was not a strong demon, the only thing he really had was immortality. He did not have speed or strength, but he knew he had to fight against his captors, or at least hold them at bay until Sebastian arrived… He began to reach to the roof of the trunk to push it open, but found he was nauseated with pain.

"W-What in the bloody hell is this"? He panted; he was feeling pain he hadn't experienced for hundreds of years. He lay back down and waited for the discomfort to pass. What sort of sorcery was this? He shut his eyes and waited. After a while a bright light shone down on his eyes and he winced. Dry saliva caked the corners of his mouth, his tongue stuck with a residue of salt and he felt an extreme thirst.

"W-What are you going to do to me"? His voice cracked and he was lifted from the trunk. The men carried him into a room, a motel room and a rather filthy one his noble blood noted. He was sat in a chair, roped and a strange circle similar to the mark on Sebastian was drawn around him.

"Who are you, no what are you"? He took note of the other man's appearance. He was rather short and wore a heavy brown leather jacket.

"I am Ciel Phantomhive…Release me at once"! He ordered, but his tongue felt thick and dry. His head lolled against his shoulder and he was unable to comprehend why he felt as weak as hid did.

"Where is the other demon that was with you"?

"How the bloody hell should I know? I don't even know where I am"! They took that opportunity to once again douse him with that filthy and stinging water.

Sebastian stood on top of the roof of the mall and removed the pocket watch from his dress trousers.

"Well I have returned at the time the young master desired… It appears he has gotten himself kidnapped once again…Those these kidnappers are no ordinary thieves attempting to gain ransom for my young Lord… These two imbeciles could pose slightly more difficult than normal"….