Hello all! I've noticed that I have a few follows and favorites on my story! I'd like to thank everyone who did, because since I'm new to the site, I don't know how to check and see who did.

This chapter takes place about five/six years after the first chapter, which was really the prolouge. For anyone who's wondering, just for the sake of timelines, I had to change things around.

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This story is a mixture of the manga and anime-verse. For example, we have the Campania arc as well as the Ash/Angela arc. I loved them both and couldn't decide which to take, so I mashed them together. I'm also making Ciel older, about seventeen, so he looks different than he does in the anime. Look up "Adult Ciel Phantomhive" on google, he looks like any of those, really. :)

If Alois comes into this story, same with him. Older. But other than that, everything is the same. Same storylines, same everything, just with older Ciel/Alois.

She felt the comforting warmth of the blankets wrap around her, yet the coolness of the sheets under her. The sun didn't dare enter her room due to the curtains that were covering the window, which she was glad about. She did truly hate the sunlight.

Elsie shifted a bit in bed and opened her eyes slowly, realization that she was awake slowly coming to her. She exhaled softly and moved to get up, but quickly stopped, deciding that bed was more comfortable. She would just stay there and-

"Young Mistress, it's time for you to awaken."

Elsie groaned and turned to see her butler behind her, smiling a close-eyed smile with his hands flat at his sides.

"Five more... years," Elsie mumbled, turning back over and burying her face in the covers. For a second there was silence, so Elsie thought he had actually left her alone. She smiled to herself happily and snuggled deeper into the covers.

"Young Mistress, it's nearly lunch time."

Elsie's eyes shot open.

"IT'S. ALMOST. WHAT?!"

She turned to her butler in shock, who was in the exact same position he was before. Still smiling, though Elsie could have sworn his smile seemed a bit more devious than it had before.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP?!"

"Because every time I tried, you'd start talking about the evil monkey trying to wake you up."

Elsie shrunk back as a slightly evil aura came off of the still smiling butler.

"I'M SORRRYYYYYYYY!" she cried, jumping out of bed and tackling her butler in a hug. "I didn't mean to call you a monkey, August! I swear! I'm sorry!"

Her butler, August, opened his eyes and looked down at Elsie. "I simply presumed you were hallucinating," he replied calmly. "You actually see me as a monkey?"

"I never said that!" Elsie cried, waving her arms around. "I said I didn't mean to CALL you a monkey!"

"Even if you did see me as a monkey," August replied calmly, all the while patting the bed for her to sit down on it, "it would not offend me. Dream states can very much toy with the human mind, and I would never presume you would be exluded from that. It is in your nature, you could say."

Elsie sighed and looked down at her feet, kicking them back and forth. "I... suppose."

August smiled at her again, then turned and walked towards the wardrobe next to the door. With smooth wood painted white, and golden trim surrounding it, it was truly a gorgeous piece of art. August had chosen it for Elsie, nearly five years ago, when she had told him she wanted nothing in the mansion to be red.

August pulled a simple royal blue gown out, with a few white ruffles at the sleeves and high neckline. He walked over to another wardrobe, though this one was smaller and plain, and pulled out a white corset.

He walked back over to Elsie, who had been humming the entire time, pretending her index and middle finger were dancing.

He gently grasped the buttons on her nightgown and undid them, and her gown slowly fell down to a pull at her waist. He whisked her up very quickly and then set her back down, picking up the white nightgown and placing it at the end of the bed.

Of course, this is where the fun (and by that I mean pain) began. A few minutes later, Elsie was grasping to the pole of the bed, crying out in pain.

"August, August!" she cried out, kicking her feet against the floor, trying to kick him away. "Stop it! It hurts! Please!"

August chuckled softly frombehind her. "My lady, I have no doubt it does. But you deal with it every day."

"BECAUSE YOU FORCE ME TO!" Elsie screamed, grasping even tighter to the bed post and crying out softly. She shook and hugged herself to the bed post, shaking her head. "Stop it..."

"My Lady, it's simply a corset," August deadpanned from behind her, loosening the ties slightly.

"I KNOW THAT, I HAVE TO WEAR IT EVER FRICKIN' DAY!" she cried, still hugging onto the bed post and panting. "YOU TRY WEARING IT, IT'S LIKE YOU'RE BEING STRANGLED!"

"I do not doubt you, My Lady..."

"Stop! It! Now!" Elsie cried, shaking her fist at August. Nearly the second after she had done that, she found herself lying on her back on the floor, trapped under August, who had his legs on either side of her body.

She shivered when she felt him run one of his hands up the side of her body, and leaned away from his ice-like touch. She stared up at him with wide eyes. "Au-august...?"

"Would you prefer I use this method...?" he whispered seductively into her ear. Elsie shivered, and gulped.

"What are you do-"

Elsie froze when she felt the corset tighten. Tighten a LOT.

"Y-YOU!" she cried, jumping up away from August and sobbing tears that may or may not have been real. "MY.. CAN'T BREATH... YEHH!"

Meanwhile, August was standing calmly and smiling with his eyes closed a safe distance away from the banshee. "Ahh... are you blushing?"

"NO! HOW WOULD YOU KNOW ANYWAY, YOUR EYES ARE CLOSED!"

"I see things," August said, opening his eyes and smiling a bit wider at Elsie, "that most people cannot. Even if my eyes are closed. For example, feel your face."

Elsie grit her teeth and moved her hand up to her face, but her angry expression faded to one of confusion. Then it went back to angry.

"THAT'S JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE BEING A PERVERT, AND I CAN'T BREATH ANYMORE! EHHHH!"

"Please consider stopping yelling," August said, a drop of sweat rolling down his face. "You're going to blow the entire mansion down at this rate, my lady."

August seemed to shrink down while Elsie only got bigger. The completely evil and angry expression on her face was shocking. "Who are you to tell me to stop yelling...?"

August smiled and put his hand over his heart. "Merely a suggestion, my Lady."

"Ha, ha, sure. Sure it was," Elsie sighed, turning walking over to the bed. "I'm hungry."

"There is food waiting in the dining hall, my Lady."

"What type?" Elsie asked, turning to August.

"Your favorite. Simple, but flavorful," August said, smiling gently at her. "Fruit and a strawberry shortcake set to the side, as well as Gyokuru tea imported from Japan."

Elsie smiled at August. "Thank you..."

"There is no need to thank me, my Lady."

After Elsie had had her breakfast and lunch combination meal, she had requested that August take her to London. That was a rare request, which August was hesitant to fulfill, but Elsie ordered him to. He had to take her.

After a little while of riding in the white and gold (like everything else) carriage, Elsie felt the ride start to get a bit bumpy. She leaned away from her seat and parted the curtain slightly, glancing out the window. She smiled when she saw people walking around the street, and buildings start coming into view.

She leaned back in her seat and sighed, clutching her small purse close to her body. She had wanted to come to London for some time, nearly five years. She had not seen people, aside from those who worked in her mansion and the surrounding areas, for quite some time. There was a little village nearby, which was where August got all of the seeds and supplies for the manor. Though, she knew he had to come to London once in a while, to get the beautiful dresses and furniture he did.

Elsie thought for a moment about what she'd like to do. She could barely remember London, because the last time she had seen it was five years ago, when she had been living there. Remembering that horrible time made Elsie cringe.

She leaned forward in her seat and opened the small window that separated her from August. She stuck her head out and smiled goofily at him.

"My lady, that is not safe," August sighed, not even having to look at her to know what she was doing.

"I know, but I'm happy!" she said, turning her head to look at all the buildings. Aside from the weird stares that some people gave her, everything seemed to be normal and cheerful.

"August," Elsie began, turning her head back to August, "Can you stop the carriage somewhere and we can just walk around?"

August still didn't look at her, but smiled. "Yes, of course, My Lady."

Elsie closed the window and sat back in her seat for a few minutes, when she felt the carriage come to a stop. She grinned and waited for August to open the door, because she heard him jump down from the carriage.

When the door opened, Elsie jumped out and tackled August in a hug. "THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!" she cried, snuggling him.

"Uh- my Lady, we're in public..." he said nervously, slowly trying to peel her off of him. "You're not supposed to do this in Public..."

"We- er, I'm not?" she whispered sadly, looking up at him with puppy eyes. August shook his head and grinned sheepishly at a few couples who passed by, who were giving them looks which ranged to "Aww, how adorable" to "What the hell".

Elsie basically slid off of August and reached into the carriage, grabbed her purse, and smiled. "So we just walk around?"

"Yes, my Lady," August replied, shutting the carriage door. He walked around to the back, and Elsie followed him, trying to stand up high enough to look into the chest he was reaching into.

"What's in there?" she asked, trying to peer over the edge.

"Oh, nothing really," August said, turning his head to look down at her. "It's just ropes and the like, for the horses."

Elsie nodded. "Why do you have to rope the horses?"

August sighed, then stopped fumbling with stuff in the chest. He turned to her and smiled gently. "I don't have to 'rope' them, my Lady. I simply need to tie their bridals to a solid object of some sort so they do not run away," he said.

Elsie nodded. "Is it weird that I think of you more as a real brother than a butler?" she asked, out of nowhere.

August sweatdropped. "Err, where did that come from..."

"You're so nice to me, and you explain things calmly, even though my intelligence is..." Elsie looked down, embarrassed. "Not exactly of the highest level.."

August frowned, then smiled again. "It is not strange, my Lady. I do attempt to be polite, and I am glad I have no disappointed you. It is truly an honor that you think of me so highly."

Elsie smiled at August. "I'm glad."

After a few minutes, Elsie and August set off to walk around London. They talked as they did, like brother and sister would; not like master and Butler. If it were not for their differing clothing styles and appearances, many would believe they were related.

There were many shops that Elsie wanted to go into, but one stood out to her the most. It wasn't because it looked cute or pretty, it was because it looked...

Different?

"Under...taker... what's an Undertaker?" Elsie asked nervously, looking up to August.

"A mortician," he replied, sighing heavily when Elsie's face lit up with curiosity.

"Oh! Can we go in?" she asked happily, starting to walk (march) towards the door.

"My lady, perhaps a death parlor isn't exactly the nicest place to go on a visit to Londo-"

"Pleaseeeeee?" Elsie whined, hand reaching towards the door. "If I hate it, you can tell me you were right and I was wrong."

August sighed again. "As you wish, my Lady..."

When Elsie opened the door, she was surrounded by darkness, a ton of coffins, and silence.

"Um, hello?" she called softly, trying not to trip over the various coffins scattered along the floor. "Is anyone here...?"

There was a moment of silence. And then another. And then another after that. It just continued.

"It appears that no one is here, my Lady," August said, putting his hand on Elsie's shoulder. "Perhaps we should leave."

Elsie sighed, then turned around. "Yes, perhaps we should."

Elsie started walking towards the door, but as she was about to open it, someone else did, from the outside. And walked in at the same time she was walking out. Which means...

CRASH

Elsie could feel stars poking into her head frome very direction. The very, very pointy ends of the stars. She groaned and whispered "My head," inaudibly. Her sight was blurred slightly, but it came back to normal.

When she could see, she realized she was hunched over something.

Err, someone.

Her eyes widened and she started blushing, then quickly apologized and started pushing herself away, embarrassed to the point of crying.

"I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry," she whispered, scooting herself away from the person. "I didn't mean to, I'm so so sorry!"

When she realized what the person looked like, she had to force herself to keep her jaw shut. He was beautiful, really; he had bluish hair that fell to a bit below his ears, and a gorgeous sapphire colored eye. His other eye had an eyepatch over it, though. He looked kinda like a pirate, except he was obviously a nobleman.

He grunted a bit, and a gloved hand reached down a bit to help him. She looked up and saw another beautiful man, unrealistically beautiful, with raven hair that fell to nearly his neck.

She looked up and saw August reaching towards her, and she quickly grabbing his hand and mostly pulled herself up, hiding behind him.

She looked out from behind August and saw that the boy and who appeared to be his butler were looking at her and August. While the boy showed curiosity (and a bit of annoyance), the Butler seemed like he was glaring daggers at August. She looked up at August's face and saw that his was similar. Except they were both smiling. Which was creepy.

Elsie nervously chuckled and poked her head out from between August's body and his arm. "Hi, I'm Elsie! What's your name?" she asked, trying to hide her nervousness with cheerfulness.

The boy looked at her like she had just proclaimed she was going to marry an Ant named Larry, but then responded.

"Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive."

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