Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! :D

That made my day.

Except for one, small detail.

They were too great...

Looking forward to the next chapter, can't wait to see how you're going to do this.

It made me realize that the only thing I really had for this story... was the plot. v~v

So I had to sit down last night, and plan out like... the next 4 chapters. And I'm still not sure if they're good or not.

But.. I still love you all. :3

And some of you commented that I had a few spelling and grammar mistakes, but I don't have a program with word check on it (yet), and I have to rely on myself to not mess anything up. So, yeah, I'll try my best to correct anything.. ^^

Another thing I realized was: I put "pentagon" when I should've put "pentagram". xD Yeah.. that could've been slightly confusing..

Anyway, I'll let you get to chapter two now.

I don't own Kuroshitsuji, or anyone/thing in it. But I do own any OCs you may see. There won't be many, because I don't like when people put OCs into stories... Unless they have very minor parts.

Wish me luck. HeHe.

-Antagonistic Protagonist.

"This is supposed to help me, right Claude?"

They were in a small, dark room. Watching a small, pale boy, who slept in a tub of red water, in the center of the room.

"Of course it will. Do you not trust in my power?" Claude asked in annoyance.

"Oh, no, no, no! I just- just.. I just really want this to work." He sounded as if he was about to cry.

"It will." Claude replied curtly, no emotion showing in his voice.

"You're absolutely, a hundred per-"

"Yes," Claude interrupted in the same tone as before.

After that, there was silence.

Rachel chewed on her bottom lip as she watched one of the Phantomhive maids hurry off to the front room to open the door. It'd been an hour already, and Ciel hasn't come home.

He'd said he was only going to be gone a few minutes... She thought to herself. And Ciel is not one to go back on his word.

"Rachel! Rachel!" Angeline yelled whilst hurriedly walking through the main rooms on her way to the parlor where Rachel sat.

"Calm down, Anne." Rachel said when Angeline finally made it into the room. She smoothed down her skirts, and sipped from her tea.

"Calm down?" Angeline gasped. "Calm? How can I be calm? My dear Sebby's stage coach has just arrived!"

A spray of tea left Rachel's mouth, and she stared at Angeline- who she considered a sister- in fright. "Sebastian's here? Already?"

"Yes!" Angeline squealed, closing her eyes, and shaking her head back and forth. "And he's been looking forward to seeing Ciel for so long!"

"Ladies," A deep voice said from the doorway. "Is everything alright in here?"

"Sebastian!" Angeline turned around, and smiled brightly at her son. "Everything is fine in here."

He opened his mouth to speak, but Rachel stood and cut him off.

"Ciel is still getting ready.. He'll be down for dinner." She said cheekily, masking her anxiety with excitement.

"If you say so..." He trailed off, and looked in between his mother and Rachel.

"Alright," Angeline chirped. "Off you go. Let us ladies have our girl talk. So much to talk about!" She turned and looked at Rachel. "Like Mr. Duport! Did you here?"

"About?" Rachel asked, taking her seat as two maids came in- one with a mop, the other with a rag. She feighned interest as Angeline took her seat next to her and began to babble on about how Mr. Duport had killed himself when he had heard about his wife cheating on him with three different men.

"Three?" She gasped, watching Sebastian leave out of the corner of her eyes- asking the maids if they needed any help, as he left.

"Claude.. I don't think it's working. He's just sitting there."

Claude sighed and took off his glasses, holding them up to the light to inspect them.

"Oh, it's definitely working. You don't need to worry about a thing."

"How can you be so sure? How do you know if it's working? What's supposed to be happening?"

After placing his glasses back on his face, Claude massaged his temples with his middle and fore finger, trying his hardest not to kill the spectator not a full 6 yards from him. "Do not worry about the minor details. Everything will work out just the way I planned. If not better."

"And then Ciel will be mine?"

Claude did not reply to that.

"Oh! And then, after he went with her to dinner with her mother, he found out that Lady Lorine had been killed, twice, in one year. She was resurrected both times before they just turned her into a demon. Two different men had sold their souls to save her life! I mean, no one women can be that wonderful! So, I have a belief that-"

"Angeline, are you gossiping again?" They heard from the steps.

"Oh, Vincent! Did you find him?" Rachel asked hopefully from her seat on the couch. How did Angeline pick up so much gossip in just the half an hour she'd been gone earlier that day?

"'Fraid not, love." He said in a quiet voice, while walking over to his wife, and placing a kiss on her head.

"You. Can't. Find. My. Darling. Nephew?" Angeline asked in horror. "But-But! Sebastian is here! He's waiting for Ciel! What will we tell him? Did you search everywhere? Was he kidnapped? Oh, by the king, if he was kidnapped! I- I'll- I'll hunt down the perpetrator, myself! And take pride in killing him! I'll feed him to the darkest dogs in hell! I'll bring our Ciel back, just watch!"

"Madam.. Please calm down." Vincent said in a soothing voice. "Today must have been overwhelming for him. He'd be meeting his fiancée today, and- knowing Ciel- he'd want to make an absolute perfect impression. I bet he's just wandering around, taking some time to compose himself. You two have been treating him like your own personal dress up toy, today. If you haven't forgotten."

Rachel blushed, and Angeline nodded in understanding, and agreement.

"I suppose you're right, Vincent. Like always." Angeline sighed.

Silence fell among them as they all contemplated this strange disappearance. The only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the clock on the stone fireplace situated under a large painting of the Phantomhive family.

"What if he died?" Angeline finally wailed, breaking the silence.

"It's time." Claude broke the silence that him and the other gentleman had been comfortably sitting in.

"Really?" He was excited.

"Hand me the knife." Was Claude's reply, as he stood up and made his way to Ciel's body.

He stared down at the pale body in the tub below him, while the other rushed out of the room to find a knife.

"You look so perfect." He whispered. "Such smooth skin." He drew his hand from the boys shoulder, up to his cheek. "Perfect, rosy lips. Hair that seems to have been sewn by Gods. Such a small body. Such a strong personality! You'll be absolutely perfect." He stroked the boy's cheek, listening to the other rummaging in the kitchen two floors down. He quickly leaned down, and pressed his lips against the sleeping boy's. He left them there for a few heartbeats, before removing them, keeping his face millimeters from Ciel's.

"Absolutely perfect." He whispered again.

He straightened up, and removed his hand from the boy when he heard footsteps approaching the door.

"I got the knife!" He cheered happily, upon entering.

"Good, hand it here." He pressed the cool knife into Claude's awaiting hand.

"Now. Go to the other side, and take hold of the knife."

When the knife was sitting in both their cool grasps, Claude held it above Ciel's chest.

"On three, you will thrust the knife as hard as you can into Ciel's heart. Do not remove the knife until I say. Understood?" The other nodded.

"One.."

Almost time..

"Two.."

Get ready, Ciel.

"Three!"

Ciel Phantomhive... you will be mine.

They both pushed down as hard as they could. The polished silver was stained with blood, as they held it down in Ciel's heart.

His eyes snapped opened, and he stared up at the ceiling with shock, and pain. His mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out. Just a small, shuddering breath that made Claude smile with sick satisfaction.

They both watched as the life drained out of the Phantomhive boy's eyes. When his eyes had finally dulled to nothing, and his moth closed, and his grip on the side of the tub loosened, Claude pulled the knife out.

They stared into the tub, the once clear, red water now a deep, dark, rich red color. Claude dipped his finger into the blood-laced water. Still warm with Ciel's life essence. He almost wanted to moan.

"How long until we get to see him again?"

Claude rolled his eyes at the interruption. "It may take years for the last of his demonic powers to fade away with humanity. We'll just have to patiently watching him until then. If we act to soon, he'll be able to fight back."

"But- But- I want my Ciel now." He whined.

When Claude did not answer, he huffed and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"So do I, Alois Trancy. So do I." Claude finally responded.

In the world above, a couple- of high nobility- was oblivious to the drama taking place beneath their feet. They had their own worries.

Ash and his wife, Angela, could never have children of their own. They had tried before, and it always ended in a miscarriage. Four separate times. The doctor had warned, after the last miscarriage, that should Angela actually be able to carry a child throughout a full term, she would, most likely, die. The news had devastated them. They wouldn't have an heir to pass anything down. Their family name would discontinue.

Ash was a guard for the Queen of England. He was almost always away on duty. When he wasn't at the castle, making sure everything was in order, he was at home, comforting his wife, while doing paperwork. It wasn't very easy caring for a distraught woman, while trying to take care of the Queens affairs. And this only made Angela more upset.

More than once she had threatened to kill herself. But it wasn't just the fact that Ash had no time for her anymore, but also the fact that he could leave her, at any moment, to marry someone who can produce an heir. And this frightened her beyond belief. So, every night Ash was on duty, and she had to sleep alone in their large mansion, she'd pray to god for a child. She'd pray to make Ash happy.

On this particular evening, Angela was praying late at night- later than usual. It was raining outside, pouring, and the sound of the rain hitting the windows was the only thing that could be heard. So, as to be expected, she was frightened when a light knock came upon her bedroom door. When she calmed her heart beat, and jumped into bed, she called out, "Who is it?"

"I-It's Mei Rin, Mi Lady." A timid voice came from the other side.

"You may enter."

The door slowly creaked open a crack, and Mei Rin peeked her head around the corner. "Sorry to disturb the Lady so late at night." Mei Rin blushed, entering the room all the way, and fiddling with the hem of her blue dress. "Th-there was a knock on the door, yes there was. And when I opened it, there was a little boy lying on the-"

Before Mei Rin could even finish, Angela was out of her bed, rushing past the maid, and out into the corridor. She lifted her white night gown, so she wouldn't trip on it, on her way down the stairs.

"Mi Lady!" Mei Rin called after her, following at a swift pace. "Mi Lady, be careful! Please, d-do not run! You'll hurt yourself, yes you will!"

Angela did not listen, but, instead, sped up. When she reached the front door, she wretched it open and gasped. A small infant laid there, on her steps. She fell to her knees, and brought her hand to her mouth as tears slowly trickled down her face.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, Lord. Thank you for blessing me- for blessing Ash and I." She mumbled around her hand, using her free hand to push her body forward towards the boy. He was wrapped in a small red blanket, with a the corner of a piece of paper sticking out from the folds. She used the hand that was held to her mouth to grab it.

Ciel.

Was the only thing written on it, in smooth cursive.

"Ciel.." She tested it on her tongue, and smiled. "It fits." Her voice choked with her tears, and she lifted the small baby into her arms. "Ciel.." She cried into the blanket. The child didn't stir.

"'E's an abnormal lookin' thing, isn't 'e?" Mei Rin commented over Angela's shoulder. Angela removed her face from the blanket, and looked at her new child's face. He had pale blue hair, and a perfectly rounded face. A light rose color tainted his pale skin. And his small pink lips trembled in the cold.

"I think he looks.. perfect." Angela replied, cradling the baby to her chest as she stood up, and turned, going back inside. "Mei Rin, go to the spare room, and prepare the bed for him. Put pillows on both sides, so he doesn't roll off. I want you and Finnian to go into town tomorrow and pick up some things for him."

"Yes, Mi Lady." Mei Rin curtsied, and hurried off to do as she was asked.

Angela took a seat in the chair that sat in front of a fire in the parlor. The child's lips had stopped trembling, as he warmed up.

"Ciel... What an angel." She cooed, lightly stroking his cheek.

The baby stirred in her arms, and his eyes fluttered. She smiled at him as he wiggled a bit in her arms. Her smile faded, however, when his eyes completely opened. Her eyes widened, and her mouth formed a small, shocked 'O' shape.

His left eye was a blood-red color, and his right eye was glowing purple, with a pentagram, centered in a circle engraved in.

"My," She said quietly. "How the lord must love Ash and I... To bless us with such a unique child."

Her maniac laughter could be heard echoing down the long halls.

So there's chapter two. :]

What'd you think?

Angela and Ash aren't going to be total ass hats in this- however they will have phsyco sides..

Sorry if it was, like, bleh. I was at Six Flags yesterday, and it was loud. My head and neck both hurt, from the rides. xD

But, it was fun.

And, again, sorry if there are a lot of spelling/grammar mistakes. Or if anything didn't make sense.

I hope you liked it. ^^

I'm going to try to set a UD schedule. I'll try for every Tuesday or Wednesday. At the latest. Sometimes I'll update quickly. Especially if I'm excited for a chapter. :D

~Next Chapter~

Angry Bassie (Because he didn't appear in this chapter.)

Sad Phantomhive's.

CreepyClaudeWhoGivesCandy.

A note.

~Look forward to it. ;3