Here's my next chapter :)

Okay, there's a part in this chapter where Sam says she remembered Sebastian's eyes.

NO, she did not foreshadow or predict his appearance in her life… ever.

NO, she is not secretly a demon, cat creature, witch, fallen angel, reaper, or anything other than human… nor is she related to anything magical and I will NOT change that later on.

NO, Sebastian or any other demon never "visited" her self consciously in her sleep.

NO, she wasn't being warned about him.

NO, it has nothing to do with anything super natural or involving the Underworld what so ever.

Sorry, just had to get that out of the way, heh, heh… It'll be explained later on, TRUST ME. It has to do with her brother though *hint hint*

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Sam's eyes widened in horror as the Sebastian's golden-brown ones turned to slits like that of a cat and began glowing a pinkish-red.

The dogs immediately lay on their stomachs, heads between their paws and tails wagging in submission.

"Wh-What happened…?" Lord Henry asked, eyes almost as wide as Sam's.

"The farce ends here, Barrymore!" Ciel cut in, voice strong.

Lord Henry drew back, shocked.

"People of the village, listen to me. There is no demon hound! There's only that pathetic old man obsessed with power!"

"Wh-What do you base that on?" Lord Henry exclaimed, eyes wide and face red in fury.

"This," Sebastian replied.

Lord Henry looked up.

"It was in the basement of your manor," Sebastian explained, holding up the skull of a dog. "I've already confirmed that the teeth match the marks on James."

The crowd gasped and began to talk hurriedly amongst themselves. Sam turned and stared at Sebastian's face, trying to place the familiarity of those eyes. They'd seemed so familiar, yet so distant. She'd obviously never seen something like them before in real life; she definitely would've remembered that. It was almost like a dream… Stories she'd once heard. Stories…

Sam shook her head (as much as the chains would allow) to clear her thoughts. Sebastian's eyes were back to that warm honey-brown color and neither the Phantomhive servants or Master seemed perturbed. Maybe she'd just been imagining things. She did seem to do that quite often…

Sebastian raised a hand and pointed to the cloudy sky.

"Behold."

All the villagers stared in shock at the image of the demon dog gleaming in the clouds.

"This is the demon hound's true form. His shadow is nothing but a projection," Sebastian stated, watching the villagers silently glance at the projector on the ground.

"It's just a transparent trick. The glowing is Phosphor. He merely sprinkled it on a normal dog," Sebastian finished, pouring some green, glowing powder into the dirt.

"The demon dog is an illusion produced by a single person, and that person is you, Henry Barrymore!"

"N-Nonsense! Where's the proof?" He exclaimed.

Sam rolled her eyes at him. Really? Was he that stupidly persistent?

Ciel smirked.

Sebastian walked over to the bloody and badly beaten dog from earlier and kneeled down next to it.

"Give it to me. Your duty is done." He reached forward and pulled a scrap of fabric from between the dog's jaws.

"It's fine cloth," he said, standing. "This is the reason he hung onto it to the last."

Lord Henry stumbled back, aghast.

"Th-That's…"

"Yes. It's a piece of your trousers from when he bit your leg trying to protect James."

Lord Henry flinched, jaw clenching. He turned to run and was met with a wall of villagers. They surrounded him, faces clenched in anger.

"So you killed James?"

"There was no demon hound?"

"You tricked us!"

"Give it up! You're finished!" Ciel yelled.

One of the villagers pulled up Lord Henry's pants to reveal a large and painful looking dog bite before he was thrown over the shoulders of the same villagers who had followed him so diligently and then carted off towards the prison.

The former glorified lord squawked and screeched, begging them to stop, to put him down.

The members of the Phantomhive household group stood watching as Lord Henry was brought to justice by the hands of his own "dogs."

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The chains binding Ciel and Sam fell to the ground with a clang and they both rubbed at their sore wrists.

Bard stretched and Mey-Rin laughed.

"Phew, I'm exhausted!"

"Wow! That sure was a more exciting day than I'd figured it would be when I woke up this morning!" Sam laughed with him, scratching Avalon behind the ear. "And it's only what? Noon?"

Finni walked over to the dead dog lying on the ground and everyone went silent. He kneeled down and stroked its head softly.

"You're an amazing dog. To think you tried to protect your master until the end…"

Finni paused and stared at the dog, tears welling in his eyes. He hugged it close to him, a few drops of water escaping from behind his closed eyelids.

"You worked so hard. You worked so hard," he cried.

Everyone stared at him sadly. Sam's eyes misted as she held Avalon in her arms, stroking his dusty orange fur softly. Angela had her hands clasped in front of her as always, eyes full of pity. Sebastian's eyes narrowed at the scene before him and he frowned deeply.

"This… is why I hate dogs."

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It was nighttime at the Barrymore family mansion.

Ciel looked out the window of his room, hands clasped behind his back.

"Case closed, eh?" He mumbled to himself. "Let's leave the village when the rain let's up."

Sebastian blinked once and nodded.

"Yes, my Lord."

…

Finni watched as Angela stood by the window in the dark.

"Angela," he whispered to himself, voice filled with worry.

A bolt of lightning illuminated her face, revealing a satisfied smirk.

…

"Hey, Sam?"

Sam looked up from her book.

"Yes, Mey-Rin?"

"Well… I need to go check on Lord- Um… Mr. Barrymore soon, yes. Would you come with me? The prison is very dark and s-scary, yes…"

Sam smiled and nodded, folding the page in her book and placing it down on a table.

…

"Let me out! Let me out! Please, let me out!" Henry Barrymore pleaded to no one. "It's coming… It's coming… The demon hound is coming to kill me!"

He gripped the bars of his cold prison cell.

"I'm begging you! Please… Please let me out!"

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"WAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

"What's goin' on?" Bard screamed, bolting down the stairs of the prison.

Finni, Tanaka, and Bard all entered the prison, out of breath and doubled over from the exertion of the sprint.

"What is it? Mey-Rin? Sam?" Bard demanded.

Mey-Rin raised a shaky finger and pointed at the blood splattered prison cell.

"Henry Barrymore… is gone," Sam said quietly, gesturing awkwardly to the gaping hole in the prison wall.

"It looks like he was dragged out." she murmured, eyes roaming over the large patches of blood. She looked up, frown in place.

"He's… he's…" Bard couldn't seem to get the words passed his lips.

The sound of footsteps echoed around them and Ciel and Sebastian appeared followed by Angela.

"Lord Barrymore," she gasped, horror struck.

There was a pounding at the door and Angela turned abruptly with a start. Angela and the others ran up the stairs and the sky-blue haired girl flung the door open.

A man drenched in rain and sweat tumbled inside.

"Th-The great demon hound!" He stuttered out.

"Demon hound?" Everyone echoed.

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Angela, Ciel, Sebastian, Sam, Mey-Rin, Bard, and Finni arrived quickly at the wall they'd previously been held captive at.

The villagers were chanting on their knees, voices mixed with extreme worry and fear.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Bard asked one of the villagers.

Lightning flashed across the sky illuminating Lord Henry's dead and horribly mangled body. All of the Phantomhive servants screamed.

Ciel nodded at Sebastian and the butler walked forward, bending down to observe the body. He picked up Lord Henry's mangled arm. It had been torn off and all that remained was a bloody stump.

"Great Demon Hound!"

"Great Demon Hound! Please forgive us!"

Angela gasped before leaning forward and passing out.

Finni rushed forward and picked up Angela's slumped over form, cradling her unconscious form gently.

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"It's a shame, young master, after you've already declared that the case was closed."

"Shut up," Ciel ordered.

"Where's Angela?" Sebastian asked.

"I put her to bed for now, but she seems very tired, yes," Mey-Rin sighed.

"It's too painful to watch," Bard murmured.

Sam closed her eyes with a deep frown and Finni stared at the door in worry.

"This village was completely isolated from the rest of society out of fear of the demon hound's curse…"

"And they were completely brainwashed by it," Sam muttered.

"I thought we established that the hound was faked by Lord Henry so he could rule here, like Sam said."

"But, he's dead now…" Sam frowned, opening her eyes to stare at Ciel. "That means there's either another person pretending to be the demon hound or…"

"Master Ciel, are you sure that those bites weren't really from the demon hound like the villagers say?" Bard asked.

"Maybe he's mad at being blamed for Lord Henry's bad deeds!" Mey-Rin exclaimed.

"Well, I think we can say for sure that no human did this, at least," Sebastian said with a slight smile.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bard exclaimed.

Sam's eyes widened slightly, images of Sebastian's glowing eyes flashed through her head.

She shook her head to clear it. "I'm sorry, but I think I should get some sleep. I didn't get much last night."

"I'll go with you. I'm tired too, yes," Mey-Rin sighed, twiddling her fingers and trying to hide a large yawn.

Sam nodded and turned to Ciel and Sebastian.

"Goodnight, Ciel… Sebastian."

She turned with a yawn and left.

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Sebastian finished buttoning up Ciel's night shirt.

"What's the matter?" Sebastian asked, standing up.

"The way you phrased it: "No human did this." That redheaded reaper better not show up again," Ciel glared.

Sebastian smirked.

"I am quite impressed by the sharpness of your learning curve."

Sebastian straightened and headed to the room's closet to hang up Ciel's jacket.

"There is no need to worry, Mey-Rin's idea was not wholly incorrect. It was Lord Henry the hound was after. I imagine there isn't anyone else who will fall victim to it."

"Sebastian, if there really is a demon hound, and it is mad, don't you think it would take some more victims. And dogs tend to not like cats…"

Sebastian's eyes narrowed.

"Are you insinuating that if another person is killed, it would be Sam?"

Ciel smirked, feeling satisfaction at thought he'd hit one of the demon's nerves.

"No, I'm just bringing it up, you do seem to be more worried about her than the average human… My point is that just because the hound may have only been after Henry Barrymore, it doesn't mean I can just leave it alone," Ciel frowned.

"Is that your beautiful loyalty to your Queen?" Sebastian asked, sarcastic.

"No, that's not all," Ciel admitted, smirking. "You're normally a dull man, but when a dog enters the picture, you become rather fascinating."

Sebastian turned to Ciel with an amused smirk.

"You have learned."

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Sam groaned and tried to shove off whatever was shaking her awake.

"Tryin'… to… sleeeeeep," she whined.

"Sam, I heard a strange noise, yes."

"Mey-Rin," Sam grumbled, sitting up and rubbing at her messy hair. "It's just a noise. *yawn* If it's so interesting," she rolled over and buried her head into her pillow, "go investigate it…"

"B-But, it's scary, yes," she shuddered.

Sam looked at Mey-Rin out of the corner of her eye and frowned.

"Then why are you smiling?"

"I love a good s-scare, yes," she blushed, smile widening.

"Well I don't," Sam scowled. "In fact, my brother-"

Sam stopped in mid sentence, eyes glazing and frown deepening. Her forehead scrunched up in thought.

"In fact… he used to tell me scary stories all the time to get me to stay in bed at night… One of them… was about a demon…"

"Well, I'm going to investigate, I am," Mey-Rin smirked, running off.

Sam frowned and buried her head into her pillow. Her thoughts began to flow towards her brother: his mischievous smile and tousled blonde hair that never stayed in place.

She closed her eyes and memories flashed before them.

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"Hey, Sammy-"

"Don't CALL me that, Alex!"

"Oh well, deal with."

Sam climbed into bed with a scowl, arms crossed and large, childish eyes filled with curiosity.

"Ready for a story?" He asked, eyes slanted and smile cruel.

"No! Not another one!" She begged, smile in place and hands clasped under her chin.

"Well, too bad! Here it comes!"

Eight year old Sam dove under her covers and pulled the sheets up to her chin. "Ready."

Alex laughed. "Okay, there once was a witch-"

"No, no, no! You told me one about a witch last night!"

"But that was a good, pretty witch. This one's about a nasty, old, ugly witch."

"Well, it's still about a witch, isn't it?"

"Fine, you little brat. How about one about vampires?"

"Nooooooo way! You made up vampire stories all last week! No more leeches!"

"How about… Ogre?"

"Nah, too ugly."

"You want a story about a BEAUTIFUL monster?"

"Sure," Sam shrugged.

"Okay, how about a demon?"

"How are demons pretty?"

"Well, this one is… sometimes."

Sam stared at him with wide eyes and nodded, excited for a story.

"Once upon a time, there was a demon named Claude. He made a contract with a Prince so that they would work together until Claude got the Prince's soul."

"Why is his name Claude? Shouldn't it be more demon-like?"

"This is MY story! Stop butting in!"

"Okay, okay."

"Well, one day the prince was attacked by a group of righteous Christians who had heard he'd sold his soul to a devil. The prince was killed and Claude got angry. His eyes glowed blood red and turned into slits like a cat's. Claude went to attack the Christians and avenge his master when all of a sudden…"

"What? What?"

"Claude stopped and started to walk away. The leader of the group asked him why he didn't kill them. Claude said that he had no reason. If he killed them now, he couldn't harvest their souls some day.

"The man in turn said that they were all honest Christian men and that none of them would sell their souls, and that God would protect them all. Claude laughed at them and said "None of you are safe, no matter how holy you think you are. Some day, I WILL get your soul." Then, Claude disappeared.

"The men were all terrified and ended up committing suicide. Claude only laughed at them and licked his lips as Heaven refused their tarnished souls. Legend says that Claude's still really hungry. Now, he only goes after little girls with reddish-blonde hair and blue eyes. He hides under their beds at night, waiting for them to step out of bed."

Sam shuddered, large blue eyes wide with terror.

"RAWWWWRRRR!" Alex lunged at her.

Sam screeched. "Alex, you meanie! You really scared me!"

"That's the point of a scary story, Sammy."

"Now I won't be able to sleep. Mother and Father will get mad at me. I can't get up to go to the bathroom now and I REALLY need to pee-"

Sam, it's just a story. Relax. I promise nothings coming after you."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay then, if you're sure…"

"Goodnight, Sammy."

Sam lay down and burrowed her way under the blankets.

"Nighty night, big brother.

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Sam opened her eyes. Those eyes that Alex had talked to her about… Was Sebastian? No, that meant that Ciel would have had to have sold his soul. And that made Sebastian…

Sam shook her head. No, if none of the people who had worked and lived with Sebastian for however many years thought there was anything wrong with him, then there wasn't.

Plus, she mused, demons don't bother helping humans who they're not in a contract with… at least, according to Alex.

…

Do they?

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'kay…. I know there wasn't a lot of SebxSam reffernces in this chapter… I'm trying to keep Sebastian in character and I REALLY hate stories where he just turns into a completely soft, head over heels in love, idiot within, like, two chapters. It'll take some time…

I hoped you guys liked it :)