Hello all I do not own Kuroshitsuji never will, Even if I do get a butler.

It was cold.

Unbearably cold, only a thin red velvet blanket covered her.

"Do you wish to turn your back on the gates of Heaven?"

The voice was as toxic as smoke, but had a hypnotizing air. It made you freeze where you stood. It made you question your very sanity.

The words came involuntarily; she didn't know what had come over her.

"Do you want me to repeat myself? Do we have a deal?"

There was only a laugh echoing off the halls of the chamber.

Black feathers swirled around her, there were sharp as files and they sliced through her with a cold determination.

At that moment she regained control of her own words.

"NO!"

Then there was nothing.

"DEAR GOD PLEASE HELP ME!"

Kip bolted upright in bed, soaked to the skin in her own sweat, but she could still feel that burning cold.

Her right eye burned and she put her hand over it and she felt blood.

She ran over to the mirror and took her bloody hand away from her eye. There burned right into her eye, was a glowing purple pentagram.

Kip ran into her bathroom and immediately got out gauze and medical tape. She folded the gauze and slapped it over her eye with more force than necessary she taped it on and looked in the mirror. She looked like some kind of war victim. She would have to get something less conspicuous later. For now she had to get to school. She had fallen asleep in her clothes so she just threw on her jacket and ran out the door.

Everyone stared as she walked into school. She was very good at keeping under the radar but today she may as well have pinned a sign on her forehead saying:

"Why, yes I woke up the morning with the sign of the devil burned into my eye. How has your day been?"

So instead she just kept her head down and walked fast, letting her wavy, unruly hair hide her eye.

"Piss off the wrong drug lord Kipper? Or did that just happen because your brother forgot to take his magic pill?"

Ash Fairfield and his sister Angela laughed at their own cruel humor. Ash got a combat boot in the between the legs and Angela got slapped across the face, bitch style.

"Say one more word about my brother you no good son of a whore! I dare you to open that pretty little mouth of yours. Go on, let's just see what happens!"

Kip stared at them and forced all her rage into her one blue eye. With only the one, the amount was doubled and both siblings felt it.

"Is there a problem here Miss Pherguson?"

Principal Randall had come over and was now staring at the three of them arms crossed.

Kip released Ash's collar and straightened herself up to her full height.

"Nothing sir, just a bit of friendly banter."

He raised his thick eyebrows but only nodded.

"On your way then Miss Pherguson."

She began to walk way when the principal called out to her once more.

"Oh and Miss Pherguson, I hope there will be no more 'friendly banter' in the near future?"

Kip only kept walking.

Sitting on the roof of your own school was a good way to clear one's head. Just listening to the wind and feeling the occasional drizzle, it really sharpened someone's perspective.

Kip got up and walked to the edge of the roof looking down. What had her father been thinking? When he had been standing on the roof of their old house? Had he been afraid?

Or thrilled?

"I do hope you weren't thinking of jumping, my patience in waiting for you has worn thin."

While keeping her balance Kip turned to face Michael. He was standing there, smiling and holding something.

It was his silver pocket watch.

"Now are you going to tell me you've been obsessed with me from the beginning? That everything you've done was out of love?"

He chuckled. It sent shivers of disgust up her spine. Somehow, his condescending air made her want to throw him off this roof herself.

"Hardly, simply for you to wake up and remember our deal."

Immediately the image of swirling black feathers entered her mind. She felt a chill and her back stiffened against it.

"Man, you're more round the bend than I thought. Waiting for me to wake up? Man, you need to be on something my friend. You k now I know this great-."

He cut her off.

"Denial doesn't stop it from ever happening. Of course you look different, but your scent is still exactly the same."

Michaels eyes had begun to glow a reddish pink, the pupils had slit to what looked equivalent to a cat's eye.

For once, her sharp wit failed her. She could only look at those eyes and run all the gory ways he could kill her through her mind.

"What exactly. . . Are you?"

The rain had begun to come down hard. She felt it dripping down her back, measuring how long it took him to answer.

Michael took off the black gloves he always wore; his nails were pitch black but not painted. On his right hand the same mark that was burned into her eye glowed with a tantalizing, but deadly aura.

"Why, I am just one hell of a butler."

He put his right hand over his heart and sank to one knee, bowing to her. Kip felt dizzy and her eye burned with a thousand tongues of flame.

"And I have waited 200 years for you to awake."

Her vision went to tunnel. She could feel the rain soaking her skin, the cold that it should have caused, but it never came. She was completely numb to everything but the burning in her eye.

Michael got up and took her motionless hand in his he slipped something onto her thumb and she managed to look down. It was a silver ring with a cold blue gem set in it, the same color as her eye. It was glowing softly as the cold metal warmed on her finger.

She looked back up at Michael, but suddenly the name was ill fitted to him, it was too simple, too boyish.

She looked back at his glowing eyes, still holding her hand aloft.

"Sebastian."