The new moon offered no light. Even the faint glow of the stars could not be seen through the thick cloud cover.

The house's master was asleep, along with his servants and guests. But not even now, in the peace of darkness, did Sebastian succumb to tiredness. For while the rest of the house slept, he patrolled the grounds to make sure his prey was kept safe.

Demons don't need to sleep. Resting for a few days (as an ill person might) can help them heal most quickly but they do not feel the need to confine themselves to bed every evening.

Most enemies came at night, under the stupidly human delusion that the darkness would protect them.

"Heh. Far from offering them protection, it just makes it easier for me."

Creatures of darkness naturally feel more at home when immersed in that complete blackness which only a moonless, cloudy night can provide. The faintest hint of a breeze rustled the leaves of the forest which surrounded the mansion and, in amongst the otherwise silent trees a small, but substantial, party crouched, watching, waiting.

"Oh, this will never do!"

All thirty of the party members turned to see where the voice had come from.

"Unfortunately for you, I've had a rather trying morning and a rather interesting afternoon."

"Who the hell do you think you are!?"

"Ah, you don't know me? I am the butler of the Phantomhive household."

The men laughed, mockingly. The leader spoke. "Pfft! A butler? Come on guys, well crush this bastard."

"Oh, such crass language. I suppose when one is the lowest form of dog I shouldn't have expected much."

As soon as the words left his mouth he was gone. Before any of the thirty men could even shout "What the...!?", more than half of them were dead, silverware buried in their skulls. The remaining four backed away from the figure in black, whose white gloves remained pristine.

"Shit! I'm outta here!"

The leader, who had been one of the four, began to run back into the forest. He glanced behind him to see that the other men were following him. Only, they weren't. Mumbling curses under his breath, the single remaining invader turned back to face his path out.

"Agh!"

He ran straight into a tree. Except it wasn't a tree, it was a man. But it was a man whose irises glowed red around slit pupils. A man who, never flinching, smirked as he cut the other's throat, savouring the look of pure terror on his face.

"Haah. Another boring night. It's been so long since I had a worthwhile fight."

"Perhaps I can help?"

The demon tensed. He reached out his senses for any sign of human life, finding nothing save for the people still sleeping in the manor less than half a mile away.

The voice was sing-song-y but had a cold menace to it.

"Over here."

Sebastian turned towards the sound, and a chilling laugh echoed through the trees as he found himself staring at nothing but air.

Anyone else would have been frozen with fear but he had encountered far worse and barely managed to hold back a smirk.

"Why don't you show yourself, I'll find you eventually you know?"

"Nice to see you again, Haydn."

Scarlet eyes flashed in the darkness, seeing everything and finding nothing. The voice had known him before, then? Sometime in the early 1200's perhaps?

"You look...different."

"Indeed, but you cannot expect me to keep the same blasted human form all the time can you, whomever you are?"

"Oh, I entirely understand. I've changed a little since we last met too."

"Oh?"

"I believe I appeared rather older when you saw me last."

"Gilles?!"

"Ah, you do remember me then! But I prefer a different name."

"Come and talk with me face to face, won't you, old friend?"

A middle aged man with sandy hair and a mischievous grin stepped out of the woods.

"So, why are you here, Haydn?"

"Please refer to me as Sebastian at present. I am the butler of the Phantomhive household; I have a contract with the Lord."

"Oh, another pathetic human falling victim to his own greed? How typical of their species."

The demon chuckled. "Indeed."

"How do you stand them?"

"I find them...entertaining. And my reward isn't exactly an unsatisfactory one."

"Uh-huh. Say, Hayd- Sebastian, if you don't mind me asking, have you seen the Doctor?"

"Why yes, he is a guest of our house."

"Ah, is his life under your protection then?"

"My master finds him curious, as - in fact - do I."

"Oh. Well that is troubling indeed. I had so hoped...but no matter. What did you tell him?"

"I told him everything I wanted him to know. What I am. What I know. What I do with those who attempt to get in my way."

As he finished his sentence he gave the other man a smile. On anyone else it would have been kind, even comforting but the distinct bloodlust in Sebastian's eyes and voice, along with his (now fully visible and deathly sharp) fangs, rather spoiled the effect.

There was an outburst of mad laughter from the other man. His calm and sensible façade dropped away to reveal the insanity which he kept thinly veiled.

"Sebastian, would you stop me if I tried to destroy the entirety of the human race?"

"Yes, obviously. How else is a demon such as myself meant to keep himself fed and entertained if not by preying on them?"

"It is awfully funny watching the Doctor hop around, trying to save his favourite inferior species."

"I'm listening, but surely trying to destroy the human race at once is a little bit wasteful?"

"Maybe just one city. Even if it's a single human, he always rushes in. I could pick them off one by one, watching him follow in the wake like a mouse tied to a string."

The man grew more and more excited sounding as his thoughts rolled out.

"That sounds rather amusing, Gilles. I have one condition, however."

"What is that?"

"Give me a good fight. Average humans truly offer no challenge."

"Sounds fun. I'll find something worth your while, Haydn."

"I told you..."

"Haydn is quicker. Oh and please refer to me as 'The Master' from now on."

"The Master? That is something I can only refer to someone as if I have a contract with them, and no such bond is passed between us."

"Alright then, I offer you a considerable amount of amusement in return for my chosen title."

Sebastian, formerly Haydn, laughed before holding out his hand.

"It isn't what I usually work for." He smiled. "Done."

Back at the manor, both Ciel and his eldest guest were dreaming.

And both screamed.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

A heavy fog fell over the cobbled streets of London, wispy tendrils clinging to the city's dirty skin. At only five in the morning, the only living creatures found outside were either beggars with no place to go, or a certain few members of Scotland yard sent out to investigate a single gruesome and mysterious death.

The body of the victim, a middle aged man with greying brown hair, was covered all over with what looked like burn marks, his face massively disfigured, but his clothes and eyes fully intact.

The surrounding area was also unaffected, the nearby crates not at all scorched.

The often busy harbour lay silent, the only sound the gentle lapping of water against the sides of the dock and the hollow belly of Cutty Sark and her fellow ships.

In the morning, the incident would be reported in three different papers. At noon, a letter from a certain distinguished person would arrive at the door of Ciel Phantomhive. At exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, Frederick Abberline would be berated by Sir Randall, for asking about Ciel while investigating the case. At six, Sebastian Michaelis would arrive in the centre of the park opposite Buckingham palace and meet with his second, less binding, contractor. Together, rogue Time Lord and misbehaving Demon would wreak havoc across all of time and space, laughing at the Doctor as he followed them, picking up the pieces of his favourite species.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOHAHA! I'm sorry, I made it seem like this was going to be written in 'short-time'.

NOPE.

See you all in the next chapter:

Out of place in the 21st century

I find that stories of DW and Kuroshitsuji are often Ciel and Sebastian becoming buddies with the Doctor and saving the day!

So, I thought to myself, what if Sebastian - being a demon and all - decided that it would be amusing to watch the doctor dance? And, in order not to miss out on the amusement, sided with one of the most intelligent (insane) and malevolent enemies in Doctor Who?

Say Hello to The Master,

This won't be the last you see of him.

AND NOW, A POEM.

A star paints the sky a startling red,

To mimic the blood of the human dead,

Hope is deserted

And from the ash

Rising,

Tall,

Two men with menacing intent speak,

A solemn promise damning the weak.

Outliving the Earth, Outburning the sun,

All in the name of a bit of fun.

Promise deserted,

And laughing in glee,

Deathly,

Cold,

Two men with amusement on their minds,

A wake of destruction through all of time.