A/N: alright, this is the next night! I don't care if you guys aren't reviewing, I do it just for the love of doing it!

Camille's POV:

It was almost 3:00 in the afternoon. This usually meant that I needed to make something for the mistress to eat. Today, however, was different from most days. Tonight, the Queen was going to be in our home. I hope those idiotic servants understood that they were not needed today.

"Camille," a shrill shriek came bouncing through the hallways.

I, being the awesome demon I am, practically teleported to the room she was in. What I saw made me madder than a rodeo bronco. There was a dead wolf in her room, and had to make myself calmer. I ran a hand through my silver hair and turned back around.

"Mistress, please come with me while I get somebody to clean this up." Accalia did not move. I tried again, "Wolfie, come on now." No response.

I sighed and picked her up, calling for Garreth, the gardener. He would clean up the wolf carcass. I set Accalia on a couch in the library, watching her closely.

"Those eyes, so young and innocent, why did they kill it?" those words were whispered over and over again. Then I heard a knock on the door.

I laid a hand on Accalia's shoulder, willing her to look up at me. Thankfully, she did. "Lia, we have to get you fixed up after I get the door, K?" smiling fondly down at her, I went to the door of the house.

"Yes-" I was about to ask, then noticed who it was. "Earl Phantomhive, please come this was to the parlor. The mistress does not wish to have…" I was cut off by a trembling voice.

"Who said?" it was the Mistress. I simply smiled at her and walked off to start preparations. They were two hours early after all.

Accalia's POV:

I lead Ciel to my bedroom or as Camille calls it, Memory Lane. He looked at the bed, and then gave me a questioning glance. I tried my best to smile and there was another knock on the door. I looked down the hall and smiled. It was Alois Trancy, my comforter.

"ALOIS," I shouted as I launched myself at him. I had my rights, it was my house. Sadly, his damn butler swatted me away like I was a fly. I swear to everything I have ever known, that guy had a stick shoved way up his ass.

All of us glaring, because honestly, who liked him when he was PMSing? Anyway, he left; probably to go harass Camille. Have I mentioned he's an ass?

Ciel's POV:

The ball had finally come! Sadly, the Queen had fallen ill so she wasn't there to make our lives better. I got to hit Alois though; it was funny to see him cry. Although, that may help explain why I'm tied to a tree in the garden… oh well, we have to stay for the night, dumbass Trancy stole our carriage.