Chapter One: Vampire?


Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji. All I own is Cal, Evan, Nicola, and my own (awful) attempts at humor.


Ciel Phantomhive woke up to the feel of someone's mouth on his. His eyes flew open he sat up, coughing. There was a girl who appeared to be his age standing over him. She was quite pretty, with long red hair that was tied into two braids. She almost looked like a very young version of Ciel's Aunt Em, if it weren't for her eyes. They were a pale pink, like the petals of a rose. She was tall, with a cute little nose and soft looking lips.

Who was she?

The girl jumped back away from him, holding a hand out in front of the younger boy who was with her.

"Who are you?" she asked, shock quaking her voice.

Ciel looked at her in confusion. What on earth was going on here? Was he...was he in the wine cellar? Why? And where was Sebastian? "Earl...Ciel...Phantomhive…" he said slowly.

A look of disbelief crossed her face. "That's funny," the girl said, narrowing her unusual eyes. "But seriously. Who the hell are you?"

"I already told you," Ciel said irritably. (Why was he sitting in a box? Or was it a coffin? Was this some sort of joke? He wasn't dead!) He swung his legs over the edge of the coffin-box and stood up. Whoah. He had to grip the edge of the box to stay upright. His legs seemed to be having trouble supporting him.

Regaining his footing, the earl casually brushed off the front of his coat, passing it off like he wasn't feeling like he wanted to go to his bed and pass out. (Why on earth did he feel so tired? What had he been doing that was so strenuous?) "Who are you?" He looked the girl up and down, and noticed her outfit for the first time.

She wore a black tank top and black pants—tight black pants that showed off her curves.

Utterly horrified, Ciel averted his eyes. Why on earth was this girl in her undergarments?

The blonde boy darted around the girl, and despite her protests, approached Ciel with a fascinated look.

"Hey...are you a vampire?" the small boy asked.

Ciel's head snapped up, alarmed by the odd question. "A what?"

"A vampire!" the boy repeated. He squinted his green eyes at Ciel. "You are, aren't you? Oh my God! Can I see your fangs? Do you drink blood? Does garlic hurt you? Is it true that you have to be invited in? Does the sunlight burn you? Oh! Do you sparkle!?"

Ciel stared at the young boy. What on earth was he talking about?

Wait. Sparkling vampires? What an absurd thought.

"I'm not a vampire, and I most certainly do not sparkle!" Ciel scowled. What foolish people. How could they not know who he was? He was Earl Ciel Phantomhive, for God's sake!

"But you sleep in a coffin—"

"Evan! Actual vampires don't sparkle! That's only Twilight." The girl stepped forward, pulling the blonde boy away. Her intense gaze then narrowed in on Ciel. "Okay, kid, let's pretend I believe you're the Earl Phantomhive. Pray tell, how are you alive after all this time?"

Ciel furrowed his brow in confusion. "What do you mean by that?"

She laughed. "Sorry to burst your bubble, darlin', but if you're really the missing Phantomhive, you've been gone for nearly a hundred and thirty years."

The earl stared at her. He instinctively grasped the side of the box to brace himself, suddenly feeling very weak. Surely this was some kind of prank, all orchestrated by that fiendish butler of his. A hundred and thirty years? It just wasn't possible.

Right?

Of course, it might explain the girl's scandalous clothing…

"Have I really?" he said indifferently, attempting to conceal how shaken he was. Ciel leaned back against the coffin, clenching his hands into fists to keep them from shaking. What was the last thing he remembered? Had he gotten revenge on the person who soiled his family name? Yes...he did. Angela, the angel. Sebastian killed her. (Him? It? Technically, when they'd first met, she'd been male. Whatever.) He'd held up his end of the bargain. So that meant that Sebastian had…?

Absently, Ciel touched the center of his chest.

If I don't have my soul...how am I still alive?

There was another question burning is his mind. Somehow, he knew that he was fifteen now, not thirteen like he had been when that had happened. But that meant two years were unaccounted for!

But there were more important things to worry about. Like the matter at hand. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my manor?"

"This place is ours," the girl said scornfully. "Our aunt inherited it."

"From whom?" Even to his own ears, Ciel sounded incredulous.

"It's been passed down through the generations of our family," she replied.

The earl blinked. "You're a Phantomhive?"

"Of course not, you idiot. I'm a Midford."

Midford...no. It couldn't be. "Midford...as in Elizabeth Midford?"

The girl sighed. "This conversation is tiring. Is there a point to any of this? If not, I'm perfectly happy kicking your ass out and continuing to explore this place."

Ciel was affronted. How dare she talk to him like this? "This isn't funny, Sebastian," he muttered. If the demon was behind this, he would hear him.

The blonde boy turned to the girl and tugged on her hand. "You can't get rid of him, Cal…" he whined. "We have our very own vampire! Can't we keep him? Pweety pwease?"

She scowled, glancing towards Ciel and then back to the boy. "If he turns out to be a crazy wacko who tries to butcher us with a kitchen knife, you'll have to explain to your mother why we're chopped into bits on the kitchen floor."

The blonde grinned from ear to ear. "Brilliant!" He turned to Ciel. "I'm Evan. This is my cousin, Cal. Come on, let's go upstairs. It's so gloomy down here!"


A/N Thanks for reading! I really hope I didn't make Ciel too OOC...!

~Teddi

(PS. Happy Birthday/RIP Alan Rickman! He would've been 70... ;_;)