Hello! I did say that I have no schedule so please excuse me if any chapters are later or earlier than expected [thought I doubt anyone would complain for early]. Anyway, I would like to dedicate this chapter to 'promocat'! My first ever reviewer! Thank YOUUU.

Anyhoo, since I forgot this last chapter;

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It was the night of the full moon and there was silence among the manor. The servants flitted about, finishing off their final duties before they retired to their own beds, ready to start again the next morning. The young master had excused himself to his chambers, giving the usual strict and emotionless order that he was not to be disturbed before the sun was up. It was during this time that a certain butler found himself passing his young master's bedroom. He would have continued on his way had he not heard the soft sound coming from behind the doors.

It was gentle and unheard to human ears, yet Sebastian Michaelis was no ordinary butler. He was a demon, and being a demon meant his senses were heightened. The slight creaks were barely audible to the butler yet they certainly caught his attention, for his Master should have been sleeping at this moment. He swiftly checked the halls before pressing his ear against the heavy panelling of the Earl's chamber door. Once closer, he noticed the faint sound of heavy breathing and soft growls, the kind that float from the back of the throat. Although this was a very unique and unusual manor, home to a fair share of surprises and tricks, the demon butler had never once heard growling in the household, except for maybe Pluto, but his growls were higher and more excited, and Sebastian was sure he had just seen him resting in the garden. So lost in his thoughts was he, that the sudden clatter of an object hitting the floor, a metal object to be specific, startled him greatly. Leaping backwards in surprise, he glared at the door as more crashes sounded beyond it, accompanied soon after by the distinct shatter of fine china, possibly a small cup or saucer. Such sounds would only have been heard by those in the room and those with non-human ears.

Sebastian straightened his stature and walked calmly back towards the door, his gloved hand resting hesitantly on the handle before tightening around it in determination. He kept the fear and curiosity from his face as he opened the door, providing himself with entrance to the dark room. However, it was not as dark as it should be. The curtains looked as though they had be torn open with such ferocity and allowed the moonlight to drift lazily onto the young master's bed. A bed that should contain the sleeping figure of his bocchan. A bed that was, in fact, missing that certain someone and still remained in the same position as it had been when Sebastian had made it that morning. This meant that the bed had not been slept in and that he didn't know where his bocchan was. It was also at this moment that Sebastian became aware of the sudden silence and glanced around the room, seeing nothing but shadows.

A faint yellow light seemed to grow from the young master's bathroom doorway, indicating someone must have been in there or may still be in there. Making his way towards it, Sebastian heard the distinct sound of fabric ripping. But it was not coming from the bathroom. No, this noise was coming from behind him, more precisely, his bocchan's thick, not to mention expensive, curtains. Said curtains were still fluttering from the slightly open window as he turned towards the source. From what he could see, there was nothing there. Nothing visible in the light from the moon and nothing that could have hidden in the shadows from his enhanced vision. That was why it was so shocking to the demon butler when two piercing blue balls of light appeared within the darkness beside the right curtain.

They were an ethereal blue, haunting yet inviting in their own cold way. No pupils could be seen yet whenever their focus changed, a smoky trail would follow, like icy flames. But for the moment, they were pinned on the butler, the invader of his territory. Bearing his teeth, he growled in warning at the lithe figure before him, crouching on his hind legs and digging his inch-long claws into the carpet fibres, tearing through them with ease. His attention was drawn momentarily to the open doorway behind the man, faint candlelight pouring in from the corridor. The doors lay softly against the walls, the secure lock having been broken swiftly, no doubt by this intruder. He growled again, deeper and louder this time, yet something still told him he should stay quiet. The man was stepping closer, fear seeping from his body in waves. Crouching lower, he prepared to attack.


If anyone to ask, Sebastian Michaelis would never admit to how much those feral growls terrified him. However, if he could not keep such a dangerous creature from invading and destroying his young master's bedroom, well, what sort of butler would he be? Certainly not one worthy of a Phantomhive. Repeating this thought like a mantra, the demon took a tentative step towards the source of destruction. The growls increased further, yet remained at a hushed tone, confusing the nervous butler but not doing much to calm him. He placed another shaky step forward, keeping eye contact with the glaring monster in the dark. He barely had a second to prepare himself as it launched for him. Unfortunately, that second was not enough and the muscular body collided against Sebastian's thin torso, slamming him back into the wooden door with a sickening thud. The last thing he saw before the darkness was a sleek black tail trailed gracefully down the hall and out of view.


The thudding in the back of his head drew Sebastian back to consciousness. It took him a moment to remember what had happened. The crashes from the young master's bedroom, the beast behind the curtains, the thick and soft fur that pounded against his chest, it's claws raking into his tailcoat and the creature disappearing…down the corridor! How could he have let it escape! He didn't even know what "it" was yet, but never-the-less, he was going to hunt down this monster if it took him all night. Glancing out the still open window, he noted how he couldn't have been out for more than 10 minutes at most. Standing unsteadily on his feet, he straightened his posture and made his way to shut the window and quickly examine the damage. On his way, the dim light once again caught his attention and he realised he had not checked his bocchan's bathroom, where a candle was resting. Shutting the window firmly, he stretched until he heard the bones in his back pop and weaved his way to the light source.

Nothing could have prepared Sebastian for the sight he was about to see. A thick crimson liquid was trailing down every available wall and surface. It slid down the bathtub and dripped from the rim of the toilet, joining together and pooling in the centre. In the middle of the room was where the puddle was formed, far too much blood for any being to loose. Closing the door behind him, he noticed spatters of the red drops of life over the panels, spread against the wood with a great ferocity. Once the shock had worn off, he noticed a small cloth near the edge, drenched in the ruby fluid. Picking it up by an edge in between two gloved fingers, Sebastian noticed the small tears within the fabric. Using his other hand, he held it out flat in the air, studying it as the blood rolled from it in crystal drops. Two small tears were situated in the middle of the cloth, caused by something small and sharp being embedded in the thin material. However, nothing in this room would have been able to create such a rip. It only increased the butler's confusion and added more to his unanswered questions. What was that creature? How did it get in? What was it even doing in the young master's chambers to begin with? All leading up to a much more chilling question. One that was neither solved nor settling by the appearance of a massacre.

Where was Earl Ciel Phantomhive?


Note: None of the servants know about the curse. That should help clear up any confusion, if there is any.

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[19/10/2012] - Updated! Changed a sentence because it didn't really make sense. Thanks to Aservis Roturier for pointing it out for me :)