How is this possible? My mind raced to think of a reason these two would be here, asking for my help. I wanted to tell them who I was, explain that I was for the most part human, but that would be foolish. If the Phantomhive boy was here, his butler was not far behind. Sebastian then emerged from the shadows as if he had melted from them.

"I am sorry master. It seems that I have lost him." He said, straightening his coat, not a fleck of dust or wrinkle to be seen. The perfect butler. "Should I bring 'round the car?"

"No, I was just about to ask this gentlemen here if he has seen anything that might be of value." The shorter, blue-haired boy told his surprisingly loyal butler.

Sebastian turned as if noticing me for the first time and stiffened, immediately sensing that something was wrong, but only nodding in obedience. "Yes master."

Ciel now turned his attention to me. "Have you seen an effeminate young man wearing a gray sweatshirt, possibly hiding his face?" He said, in a voice clearly designed to dishevel its intended victim.

"I…" Was all I could get out before being interrupted by Alois.

"Oh, Cielykins. Let me handle this." He smiled and walked forward confidently, and reached for my hand. "My name is Alois." As his hand was about to reach mine a strong blue spark shot from me to him, sending us both flying.

The confusion didn't last long. As Alois and I were picking ourselves up Ciel shouted for Sebastian to get me. The demon butler crossed the thirty feet I had been flung in less than a second. I used the last of my strength to more or less bitch slap him before blacking out.

When I woke up I was inside Phanomhive manor. The drawing room I believe, and look at this, tied to a bloody chair. The door to the hall was left ajar, down the hall I heard two voices.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be mistaken." Said the younger of the two. "What was that spark? What did it do to Alois?"

"I'm sure, he's not quite human, only a small portion of him is demon." The voices seemed to be coming closer until they were just outside the door. "I don't know what he is." The butler said flatly.

"Okay, Alois is still recovering. Whatever that spark was, it drained both of their energy. I believe we should interrogate, see if he knows what he is." Ciel opened the door and entered the room, Sebastian following behind. "It looks as if our guest is awake. Sebastian, go fetch some tea. Earl Grey would be suitable."

"Yes, master." Said Sebastian as he closed the door behind him. Ciel waited for the footsteps to retreat down the hall before turning to face me again.

"Tell me who you are." He said with such ferocity that one would think that, if taken out of context, his life depended on it. "What did you do to Alois? What are you?" His face was red, and his body was visibly trembling.

"So many questions, which one do you want to know first?" I was intrigued, I had never seen such a look on his face, and to show such concern for someone he supposedly hated was fascinating. Ciel composed himself.

"Tell me who you are." He said struggling to contain his anger.

"Michael. Next." I said, noticing his irritation returning.

"Fine, then." He said, coming closer until his face was a foot away from mine. "What did you do to Alois?" His face was quite terrifying, I could see that he cared for him a lot more than when I saw them last.

"You must mean that bright blue flash? I don't know, maybe it was static electricity." I was wondering the same thing. One thing I was sure of, it certainly was not static electricity. I let out a sigh. "The truth is, I don't know what happened. I was just as surprised as any of you."

"Okay, this next question is very important, and depending on how you answer it, could lessen your potential pain. If your answer does not please me, I'll hand you over to Sebastian and he'll find out for me." He straightened and composed himself, smoothing the ruffles out of his coat. "What are you?"

This is great. Sarcasm obviously, Sebastian has never been gentle with anyone other than his current master. Time doesn't seem to have mellowed him in the least. The same ole butler, I knew before. Still, in my present state I would not last in a fight with him. It would be in my best interests to be honest.

"I suppose you could say tha..." I'm cut off by a siren and the faint buzz of a chainsaw wielded by a red-haired maniac.