A few knocks came, the blond men staring up at the large wooden doors above. They exchanged glances, one swallowing deeply. They were obviously nervous, a new sense of fear rushing over them as they hear soft footstep from behind the doors.

"Are you sure we should be doin' this, Gary?" The cigarette man spoke, his words shaking. He gulped again, his adams apple jutting out painfully far.

The vested Frenchman turned around, his brown locks slightly sweaty. "Of courze!" He yelled, the crisp air making his voice travel, he silliness of his accent enunciated, "We 'ave been planning this invazeon for what zeems like yearz! Ve 're not goin' to chicken out now!"

The last man gripped the wall, listening as the footsteps got closer. Everything seemed to become dark, a wave of cool air rushing at them as the door opened. Sebastian peeked from around the door, his signature smile plastered across his lips.

"Welcome gentlemen," the butler bowed, holding an arm across his chest, "What is your business here today?"

"N-no planing your zilly gamez! We are 'ere to kill ze brat!" 'Gary' whipped out a pistol, pointing it at Sebastian, who held a content smile.

"Now, why would you want to do that? The young master has not done anything to upset you, has he?" The Frenchman stepped back as the taller man took off one of his white gloves with his teeth, laying it on the ground carefully. The other two men behind Gary blinked rapidly, running away down the driveway, their hand flailing in the air. Like a pair of headless chickens, their legs carried them every which way. Eventually, there was nothing more than two dots.

Gary turned around, noticing his two helpers had bailed on him. "Bastardz!" He yelled, returning his gaze to the Brit.

Sebastian took the mans collar in his hand, his lips parting. "I will have to speak with the young lord later. He cannot go around harassing people, or.." The butler held the Frenchman in his grasp tightly, his finger gripping the pistol for himself, "Or they will all come after him such as you."

In one swift movement, Gary was sent to the ground, his behind meeting the hard dirt. Sebastian held the pistol upside down, taking the bullets out. He threw the gun aside, holding four bullets between his fingers. A devilish smirk appeared on his face, his hand traveling almost behind his head. "Pistols are old fashion, although they do appear to be stronger than they used to be. I have been shot before by one such as this." His red eyes narrowed, an even more evil aura coming out from him.

The Frenchman blinked, his eyes widening. "You 'ave.. you 'ave been shot before..?"

"Precisely." The taller man tilted his head, his other hand coming up to graze the lead gently with his fingertips. "If I could not take a simple bullet for my master, what kind of butler would I be?"

With one quick movement, all four bullets were thrown in Gary's body. They landed in all different places: one in between his eyes, another hitting his leg. Splatters of blood painted the grass close behind the Frenchman, Sebastian's shoes tapping as they walked down the stairs. His gloved hand came up to his face, a fingertip running over a small blood splatter on his cheek. "Oh my," the demon sighed, rubbing the crimson off his face, "It seems I have made quite a mess." The man smirked, giving a small lick to his now stained glove.

A bell rang from the large mansion, the young master requesting his butlers assistance once again. Sebastian sighed softly, folding both his gloves neatly into a pile while walking back in the house, locking the doors behind him. He quickly grabbed new gloves, slipping them on as he made his way back to Ciel's room. The man opened the door, smiling at his master. "The problem has been taken care of. Two of the men ran away, and I do not believe they will be coming back any time soon."

"Good, Sebastian." The young boy kept a palm to his cheek, staring at the bored game in front of him, "Very good." He looked over at the older man, his eye calm. "May you get me dessert now?"

"Very well," he turned around, still smiling at the ground, a small smear of blood still staining his cheek "Tonight's dessert is a peach cobbler with our homemade ice cream."