(A/N: Sorry I haven't updated as scheduled! :/ I was sort of, Graduating from High School! Wooh! *throws confetti* Anyway, now that it is Summer I'm trying to get back on the ball, I'm a little rusty and it's 2 a.m and I'm still editing. So if you find a mistake let me know. This is probably the only chapter that's sort of in order, time wise)

Chapter Seven

"Luca you menace!" Alois laughed as he chased his younger brother through their manor. He slipped and slid through the halls as water dripped down his ash blonde hair and soaked his clean, white night shirt. His brother, with the speed of a Tasmanian devil, bolted into the West corridor with Alois trousers flailing in his small arms. After their bath Luca decided it would be best to steal his brother's underwear for a late night chase.

As the two boys ran around dampening the entire estates flooring Claude trailed behind them far less than amused. Alois laughed manically as he was right on his brother's tale. The small red-haired boy shrilled with delight as his brother's hands narrowed around his waist. Just when his little game was to end he darted to the left and out onto their front yard which stretched to the side of their house. Alois stopped dead in his tracks not daring to go outside without any pants on. Even if it was pitch black outside he had some decency not to go scampering around in the nude.

He stood by the door frame peering into the dark scenery searching for Luca. He placed his hand on his chest as he heaved to catch his breath.

"Claude" he spoke, "Go get him please."

"Yes Sir" His pale faced butler spoke, first wrapping a large cotton towel over his master's shoulders before heading outside.

As Alois peered out into the night, a cold sensation ran up his spine. He thought best to ignore the feeling, and soon he realized that was an ignorant decision to make.

* A few days later *

Alois knelt in the grass with his hands trembling and his eyes watered from the down pour of tears that fell down his face. He couldn't find the strength to find his voice as he continued to sob into a blood drenched cloth.

"I...should have.. I should have gone after him," He whispered, "I should have never let him go outside by himself!"

Alois barred his teeth and cringed as he clutched his brother's night gown close to his chest. "It all happened so fast.."

Luca's night dress was the only thing Claude had retrieved when he returned a few nights prior. They searched high and low for his younger brother, with the Phantomhive's and Midford's in tow, they were sure to find him, but like every other occurrence in Alois life, he was left empty handed; there was no sign of Luca anywhere. The young boy ran out into the night never to return. Alois could sense something was wrong; the fact that they could get to his brother so fast! Even with Claude out for him.

"You must not blame yourself master," Claude spoke. He stood behind the sobbing blonde with the same emotionless face. He made no effort to comfort Alois and because of this, the blonde made no use of abiding to what he said.

"To Hell with that Claude." Alois spat. He stood, ignoring the knees of his pants grass stained and turned to his demon butler. He wiped the tears from his face, reciting a secret vow that he would never allow himself to become so weak again.

"You have aided my brother and I seeking out the men who were my greatest tormentors, and now I am adding something else to our contract." He looked down at the shirt splattered in his brothers blood with the sting of revenge burning in his mouth.

"I'm not so naive, I know what has happened to Luca. Unlike most of the idiots roaming the city at night, I know what lurks in the shadows waiting to sink their fangs...and one of them, took Luca from me."

Alois tired to repeal the memories of his scarred childhood and the damage left on his mind and body from the vampires that tormented the small town he resided in before Claude found him. He never told anyone he knew they existed, and thought it best to persuade Elizabeth into thinking Ciel was truly deceased. Although both him and Elizabeth heard the bell of Ciel's grave ring. And if they haven't gone delusional, he knew Ciel was one of them now too.

"I want you to find who ever did this..and I want you to kill them, In return my body and soul is yours. On second thought, don't kill them just yet, bring them to me so that I can watch them suffer; who ever had the gall to swallow even a drop of my brother's blood."

And with those few words Alois stormed away plotting his plan of revenge and for the first time on Claude's face, a smile arose, a deep malicious smile that followed sweetly after the spark of his red eyes.

Sebastian walked through the silent hall of his dark, spider web infested manor with his hands clasped behind his back. He listened to the click of his black leather shoes across the hard wooden floor as he approached one, of the very many doors that remained locked within the manor. If Ciel ever did escape, he did not want the fledgling roaming where he need not belong. He dug into his coat pocket and pulled out a silver skeleton key. Inserting it into the lock he swiftly turned it and opened the heavy door.

He pushed on the door with a flat palm until it could move no further on the rusty henge. He inhaled a deep breath before stepping into the room that looked more like a medieval laboratory then any common supply room. Adorned on the shelves were not common household items but the countless vials and medical bags of the blood he drained from the victims unlucky enough to be captured by him.

The other side of the story, the part the Queen's Guard Dog knew nothing about was that after Sebastian had his fun killing those poor unfortunate souls he would take them back to his manor and make sure he made use of every drop of life they held with their fragile bodies. He strapped them all down and inserted several tubes into their flesh; the blood was extracted and immediately contained.

He smiled as he could still hear their pathetic cries; although the room being sound proof Ciel could hear nothing. The room's temperature was always kept warm so that the blood did not go disgustingly cold. His little operation was fool proof, after the bodies were drained he would dump them into several spots so Vincent could find them, far from his estate.

He ventured into this place that others call torture not to quench his own thirst but to serve the hunger that has now proven to be stronger than Ciel's incompetence. His fledgling has tried to endure his imprisonment without Sebastian's aid and as much as Sebastian wanted to teach him a lesson and let him starve to death, he couldn't let his pet die on him; especially since he barely begun to play with him.

He approached the chair where his latest and rather smallest of victims lie dead. He bent down closely to the child and took in a deep breath, inhaling his scent. "...ahh Luca Trancy" he breathed.

"A child's blood is much more potent and rich, Ciel should be thankful for this." He muttered.

He pulled out a long glass vial and pulled one of the tubes from Luca's arm and allowed the blood to drain into the container. "Two pints should be enough"

He plunged the tube back underneath the taught skin and screwed the vial on tight. He stood sucking the drops of blood from his fingers as he exited the room. Locking the door just as when he came he turned down the hall tucking the vial into his jacket pocket. He couldn't help but smile as he walked through the hall to Ciel's chamber listening to the faint rattling of his chains.

"You'll have to kill him.."

Those few words haunted Ciel as he traveled.

"You'll have to kill him.." They almost made him hesitant to return back to his old neighborhood, back to the life he no longer had.

"you'll have to kill him.."

Undertaker made it sound so easy but how would he even go about committing such an act? Sebastian has lived longer than that rickety old shit hole of a house he lives in. He's faster than Ciel could possibly imagine anyone to be! Not to mention he is much stronger than Ciel, and knows how to properly use his strength to his advantage. He'd be one to be slaughtered if he ever attempted at killing his superior. Just the mere thought of someone having that much power over him made him feel sick.

He couldn't afford to feel sick anymore, especially during a battle. When he first fled Sebastian's manor he refused to kill humans, he figured he still contained moral values Sebastian said to rid himself of. If it wasn't for Undertaker he surely would have died.

"dammit" He muttered. He hating feeling so vulnerable and dependent. He hating thinking of Sebastian and the fact that he actually needed him. "I don't need that son of a bitch" he thought.

"Sebastian wants you to see that you need him, like he does you." Ciel groaned at the memory, he groaned with such dejection he growled like the beast he truly was.

As he walked on in the crisp darkness he had a sense of recognition. Maybe that's the reason he was so unhappy with this new life. He needed to break away from the old, and truly embrace what he was now; what Sebastian has made of him. Would he rather be an immortal being or rotting in the cemetery he was buried in? As much as he wanted to choose the latter option. He couldn't ignore the fact that he felt gracious to Sebastian for saving his life, even if it cost him his freedom. Now that his leash was at least loosened he had the opportunity to avenge his death, and put his father's endless investigations to rest.

Ciel took in a large breath as he approached his old neighborhood, such a stagnant smell. He stopped and turned into a small crevasse between two separate houses and laid his back against one of them. There were hundreds of humans roaming the drive way of Elizabeth's manor. If his memory was correct her betrothal gala was tonight, his travels only took about two days with the strength he gained from the blood Undertaker fed him. He was just in time to crash this little charade. Now all he needed was a suit and mask. He couldn't help but laugh at this, Elizabeth was always a fan of costume and masquerade balls, this was the perfect opportunity to disguise himself and find out the asshole who took his wife from him.

A tall man dressed in a black suit and shoes walked with his head high down the street from her house. Since there were so many carriages parked out side many of the party-goers had to walk the rest of the way. The man Ciel gazed at looked dashing his suit and bow tie, the cane he walked with genuinely added to his 'prestigiousness' although he looked more pretentious in Ciel's dark eyes. The only mistake this man made was going to the gala without a partner on his arm, or in Ciel's case, a witness to watch his death. He inhaled the man's scent as he walked passed him and like a moth to a flame Ciel followed. As the vampire walked swiftly as the shadows cast by the trees he was amazed that the man had no idea he was being followed.

Ciel began to walk faster and hardened his foot steps so that the man would suddenly realize, and when he did, he stopped his slow paced walking. He turned his head adorned with a black top hat and as he did Ciel snaked his arms around the man's chest and captured his neck and shoulders.

The man released a small whimper and dropped his cane onto the pavement. Ciel loved the way the man struggled and the effect it had on his heart. It pounded so fast against his chest that his blood flowed threw his veins faster. Ciel burrowed his nose into the mans neck ignoring his weak body trying to struggle to break free. Ciel's dug his hand into the man's chest wanting to rip his heart out where he stood and drink from the potent blood. Ciel tore at the man's white collar shirt and covered his mouth, muffling his scream. He angled his head slightly and took a small bite into the flesh. The body beneath him trembled as he drunk from it giving him such an orgasmic sensation that his own body shook.

He pulled away with a violent gasp but did not release the man who now yelled for his life. Ciel craved and wanted more of this before he entered the party. He searched around frantically for a dark place he could take him. Covering the man's screaming mouth he darted down an alley way, a block away from Elizabeth's house and tossed the man into a pile of rubbish.

"Now I can't have you drawing attention with all your pathetic screams now can I?" Ciel spoke, a bit at shock with the tone of his own voice. It sounded deeper and huskier than he last recalled, he quite liked it actually.

The man being a huffing and mumbling mess began to scoot away from the blood thirsty vampire apparently too awestruck with fear to get up and run. With one hand he pushed against the ground trying to escape while his other clasped around the bleeding wound on his neck Ciel had no intention of letting heal. The vampire growled and in two long strides appeared in front of him instantly.

"I'm planning on wearing that suit of yours, and I'd appreciate if you didn't dirty it up."

"NO! PLEASE!" he yelled as Ciel bent down in front of him and began to strip him of his clothes.

Ciel found it almost amusing how the man fought his best against him as he dug his hands beneath his coat. The man pushed at his hands and strained his neck, wiggling his shoulders only helped Ciel further remove his bow tie and undo his shirt. As he discarded his coat, vest, and shirt Ciel's lusty gaze ventured over the man's somewhat scalped physique. His eyes followed the line of blood that dripped down his collarbone and onto his pectorals. Before Ciel could stop himself he grabbed the back of the man's neck and licked the blood in one long swipe from him chest to the nape of his neck. As he swallowed the crimson liquid he found himself chewing at the man's earlobe.

Ciel pushed away from him with his right hand on the man's shivering chest. He looked at the ground beneath him as he tried to collect his thoughts and intrusive actions. He looked up at the man's petrified face and looked into his wide green eyes. "What is your name?" Ciel muttered.

"..Keith..." he breathed harshly. His life was draining from him, his eyes were lidded and his skin was a sickly pale. Ciel had to break away from his face not because of how horrendous he looked but because he enjoyed his pain. He enjoyed every moment of this; he suddenly realized this must be how Sebastian's feels whenever he...played with him; the lust and satisfaction.

"This is it" Ciel thought, "you can finish him and truly except who you are... Is this really what you want?"

After a moment of self evaluation, Ciel turned to Keith and looked into his eyes with such sincerity that he actually believed his life would be spared; he was horribly wrong.

Ciel straddled his waist and grabbed onto his broad shoulders eliciting a small yelp from his captive. "Well, I'm sorry Keith. I'm sure you lived a very eventful life," he spoke sadistically which laced his tone in sarcasm.

Ciel curled his back and bit into his neck once more, this time however he did not hold back his bite and Keith all but screamed with the small amount of lung power he had left. Ciel's breathing quickened as he continued to bite and suck the blood pouring from Keith's neck. After he would bite, his tongue would stroke back and forth over the wound causing it to bleed heavily. He moaned and groaned with such cannibalistic delight that his hips began to grin into the man's crotch impulsively adding to the girth of his already lengthening erection. He moaned once more as he dragged his nails down the sides of his captures arms causing him to scream once again. Ciel leaned back to listen to the man's blood curdling wails as he carved into his arms. He moved his hands to Keith's waist and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. After a few licks to his blood drenched chest he pushed away and ignored the blood dripping down his chin. Ciel was in a macabre state of euphoria that was better than any form a sexual intercourse he's ever experienced.

Keith's green eyes looked up at the sky as he breathed so thinly any human would think he were dead. Ciel cleaned the stained blood from his chest, neck, and shoulders not wanting to leave any obvious evidence. There was one more thing he was supposed to do that concealed a vampires' bite from human flesh. He closed his eyes and concentrated but could not remember what Sebastian had told him. He looked up at the suffering man wanting only for his life to end and figured it'd be best to help him along. He grabbed his head with both hands and Keith closed his eyes accordingly. In one swift motion Ciel snapped his neck and the body fell onto the cold, damp, floor.

He sighed in satisfaction and licked his red lips clean. He gathered the clothes he acquired and within a few minutes he was ready to join the humans in their joyous festivities. His mind wandering about whether he will choose to take another life this evening as well. Although he wouldn't want to drink the blood of Elizabeth's fiance, it was probably bitter and not worth the effort. He placed the black top hat on his head and found a small black eye mask in the coat pocket. Since he had just fed, his eyes had returned back to their natural blue and no one would suspect anything of him.

With the black cane in his hand he walked out of the alley way and strolled toward the party ready to break a few skulls. He liked his fangs and fixed his leather gloves.

"This shall be a night to remember " he thought.

Upon walking to the manor where this masquerade gala was to take place he inhaled a very deep breath. "hmmmm?" Blood. Most certainly it was blood, and a lot of it at that.

This was, for the most part the first time he ventured out of his home with another reason other than to quench his thirst. He was dressed in a deep maroon and black suit; black top hat and leather gloves of course. His hand was clasped tightly around the head of his long, shiny, wooden cane; the head of said cane was a silver skull with red jewels for eyes. He figured it was a bit too flashy but for a special occasion this was appropriate.

He cared none for the young heir who was getting re-married but only for the man she had lost the first time she was betrothed. Yes, Sebastian was attending this little celebration only because he knew for a fact Ciel would be there, one way or another he would see his little fledgling; and truth be told he sort of missed the little tyrant.

As he caught the scent of blood down a near by alley way he of course was to follow it, and at the end of the bread crumb trail was a ridged body lying limply on the ground; Ciel's scent doused all over it. Sebastian knew instantly what had happened to the man and he was almost impressed with Ciel's workmanship. He obviously needed a suit and disguise and what better way to take one to your liking and enjoy a little feast while you do it? Sebastian smiled, "he's learning quite well" he thought. "Although," he snickered.

He bent down to the man's neck and almost wanted to scream at what he saw. "Have I taught him nothing!" He yelled internally. Two gaping wounds which should be classified more as gashes were all that was left of the man's throat. "he needs to learn to control himself and next time to disguise the wounds.."

During one of Sebastian's lectures he advised Ciel that the only way to hide the puncture wounds of a vampires' bite was to lick the victims neck while they are still alive. Vampire saliva has a compound in it that speeds up the healing process in the skin cells of a human; if the body dies the saliva will have no effect.

Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck and turned to leave. There was no helping it now, he must advance toward the party.

Ciel stepped inside the estate that was all too familiar to him; the drapery and flooring was all the same. The only difference was that he was surrounded by hundreds of other people that seemed to fill his head with dozens of meaningless conversations. Having abnormal hearing in a place like this is definitely not an advantage. As he weaved his way through the corridor and into the main ballroom he saw a few familiar faces, even behind their masks he still recognized his neighbors and schoolmates.

His eyes scanned the women in this gala and there before his very eyes he found the one he was searching for, standing right beside his father. Rachel Phantomhive, looking as beautiful and elegant as he remembered. He was so tempted to walk over to her and try and start even the smallest conversation or pay some sort of complement to her. Just to hear her sweet voice again.

Seeing her laugh brought a smile to his lips which he instantly erased. The turned away and closed his eyes reminding himself.. "This is not my life anymore"

As he opened his eyes, everyone had been called to attention. The grand staircase was empty as we all waited for the bride and groom to make their grand entrance. Ciel maneuvered through the audience so that he could get closer to the stairs, he wasn't stupid enough to attack the man here with so many people watching, but he wanted to make sure he got a good look at his face.

Elizabeth's parents walked down the stairs not wearing any masks and Ciel could only assume that Elizabeth won't be either. Her mother extended her hand for the couple to join them on the stairwell and Ciel's body began to tremble with adrenaline. Elizabeth appeared in the walk way and descended down the stairs in a beautiful glide that made her seem as if she was floating. She wore a beautiful white gown and although it suited her well Ciel could not help but snort. White symbolizing purity, but her and him both knew she have given that up the night before their wedding.

Her parents introduced their daughter proudly and as they finished announcing her name, all eyes turned to the man she will give her hand to. "Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford!... and"

As Ciel's gaze shifted he was paralyzed where he stood. He barred his teeth to avoid from screaming and his knees buckled as he stopped himself from pouncing. His eyes stung and chest heaved as he felt such a sense of betrayal and melancholy the only thing he wanted to do was flee the place before he followed his urge to burn it to the ground. The man who considered himself worthy enough to take Elizabeth from him was none other than.

"ALOIS!?"