Sebastian walked into Ciel's office carrying a letter on a plate.

"This was found outside the dining room, my lord," Sebastian held out the letter.

Ciel took it curiously, "What was it doing there?" Ciel looked over the envelope. There was nothing written on it. With a small knife, he sliced it open.

Ciel read the letter out loud, "'Unless you want to end up like Lord Strainton, stay out of my way.' What a pretentious letter."

Ciel looked at the letter closely, rubbing his thumb gently against the grains of the paper. He could faintly see something indented on the paper.

"Sebastian, go get a graphite pencil," he said. Sebastian took one out of his pocket and handed it to the young master, as if he knew this was going to happen. Ciel laid the piece of paper flat on the desk and lightly dragged the pencil back and forth across it. Words started appearing in front of their eyes. "I knew it, something was written on the paper on top of it," Ciel implored then continued to read, "'Meet me at the Mucky Duck at midnight.' Isn't that pub in the east end?"

"I believe so, my lord."

"Bring Rayne in here, I want to talk to her."

Sebastian bowed slightly, "Yes, my lord." He exited the room.

Rayne was in the kitchen, cleaning the morning mess. She stayed up all night in that dark room, hearing the man's screams in her head, thinking of her past. She always knew she was different, but never wanted to admit it.

Rayne sighed, "There's no denying it now."

"No denying what, Ms. Rayne?"

Rayne whirled around and saw Sebastian standing in the doorway, carrying the tea set.

"How did you-" then she stopped herself, knowing full well how he get there. "Never mind, did you need something?"

"My master would like to speak to you."

"Alright, let's go then."

Rayne followed Sebastian to their master's office. She stared at the back of his tailcoat, remembering what happened last night. She wondered if she had any powers she didn't know about. I'll have to pay close attention to Sebastian, she thought. They stepped into Ciel's office.

"Hello, Rayne, I hope you're doing well" Ciel nodded.

Rayne curtseyed, "I'm doing well, thank you. What can I do for you?"

"Have you heard of the Mucky Duck?"

"The Mucky Duck? That's a pub at the east end."

"That's what I thought," Ciel intertwined his fingers together.

"You can't go there."

Ciel raises an eyebrow, "Excuse me."

"With all due respect sir, they don't allow children in the bar. And even if they did, no one will take you seriously."

Ciel put his fingers on his chin, "There must be a way to get inside."

Rayne paused for a moment before speaking, "Well, there might be a way."

"Well then, what's the problem?"

"You may not like it though."

Later that night, Lord Phantomhive and two of his servants were standing in front of a rundown house in the east end.

"What is this, Rayne?" Ciel asked, not impressed.

"This is where I lived for most of my life," Rayne walked into the building.

"You lived here?" Ciel scrunched his nose in disgust, following her into the building.

They were greeted with a woman, smoking a cigarette on the couch. "Well, if it isn't Satan herself," the woman said to Rayne.

"Nice to see you too, Harlot," Rayne genuinely smiled at the woman.

Ciel looked around, the place was a mess. There were plates everywhere, the furniture was broken and full of holes, there were cockroaches crawling everywhere, and the place stunk.

"I thought I wouldn't see you again until hell was frozen over and you needed a new place to live."

Rayne laughed, "it hasn't frozen yet, Harlot, but I am grabbing something. My stuff is still here, isn't it?"

The harlot nodded, "Of course, what else could I do with it? There was nothing to sell."

"Great," Rayne turned to the two boys, "You two stay here, I'll be right back."

Ciel replied with a, "better not take too long," before Rayne walked away.

The woman looked up at Sebastian and smirked, "why don't you sit next to me handsome," she winked.

Sebastian faked a smile, "thank you, but a butler must stand by his master."

They lady frowned, "alright, suit yourself." She took another puff of smoke.

Curiously, Ciel asked, "Why does everyone call Rayne Satan?"

The woman looked at Ciel a bit surprised, "You don't know?"

"Know what?"

The woman Rayne called harlot put her cigarette in a tray. She leaned forward to look where Rayne left the room to make sure she wasn't coming back yet. Then she faced Ciel once again, "When she was younger, she ran into a group of kids who were playing a game on the streets. One of them blamed her for running into them and they got mad. They started beating her with their hockey sticks till she passed out. When she woke up, the teen's bodies were laying on the ground covered in blood. Gave her nightmares ever since."

Sebastian remembered the nightmares Rayne was having, must be because of that, he thought. Ciel stood silent as the woman lit another cigarette, "I never told her this but I happened to walk by as it was happening. I saw her murder every single one of those kids with her bare hands."

Ciel's eyes widened, "and she doesn't remember it?"

"Apparently not."

Just when they stopped talking, Rayne stepped back into the living room, "found it!" she exclaimed as she held up a pair of boots with high soles.

Ciel faced Rayne, still shocked from what the lady just told him. Sebastian spoke for him, "and what do you suggest we do with those?"

Rayne smiled, "you still have the clothes I asked you to bring?" Sebastian raised the pile of old adult clothes that was in his hand. "Great! I wore these boots when I was about fourteen so I could get a job. I hope they fit, my lord." She held the boots out for Ciel to take. He eyed them suspiciously. "Look, you don't have to wear them, this is the only thing I could think of so you can get into the bar."

"People actually fell for this?"

"Of course, everybody is too drunk to notice," the woman snorted at Rayne's remark.

Sebastian grabbed the shoes, he then followed Ciel to the other room to help him change.

When they disappeared, the woman spoke to Rayne, "Where did you find the kid and the sexy butler?"

"They found me," Rayne sat next to her on the couch, "I witnessed a murder not that long ago. Ever since then, I have been working for them."

The harlot raised an eyebrow, "what's their price?"

"What do you mean?"

"You would have never accepted it unless you were desperate or they paid a decent amount."

Rayne laughed, "You know me too well. But that information in confidential."

They were interrupted when Ciel walked out being as tall as Rayne. He held onto Sebastian to keep his balance.

Rayne looked at him up and down, "Hmm, somethings missing. I know!"

She got back up and grabbed a hat sitting on the mantel. She set it on top of Ciel's head. Ciel looked horrified of the probably flee ridden hat.

Ciel wobbled a bit in his new shoes as the three walked towards the pub.

"This is not going to work," Ciel mumbled.

"Have a little faith in your maid, it'll work." Rayne unbuttoned the top few on her dress, exposing her cleavage. She then let her hair down. Sebastian smirked at her, enjoying the view.

Ciel blushed, being able to see a lot more than he is used to, "What are you doing?"

"I'm dressing properly so I can ask around while you two do your thing."

"Uh- Right," Ciel continued concentrating on how to walk, feeling embarrassed.

They walked into the bar with ease. Rayne walked around the pub, asking various questions about a suspicious person. Ciel and Sebastian sat at the bar, keeping an eye out for anyone suspicious. Rayne sat beside a man that was sitting by himself, dinking.

"Hey there, hunny," Rayne said seductively.

"Well hello there sexy," the man stumbles. His breath reeked of alcohol.

Perfect, Rayne thought. "What are you doing all by yourself, handsome?"

The man was staring right at her chest, smiling pervishley. "I live here, I decided to come down for a drink. Wasn't expecting to meet someone as gorgeous as you."

Rayne giggled and pretending she was flattered. She laid a hand in his arm, "you live here?" she smiled.

"Yeah, I own this bar, my lady."

"I'm curious," Rayne slid her hand up his arm, "Do you get anyone interesting here?"

The man chuckles, "of course I do! There is this one guy that come here all the time, tricking men to do his bidding."

Rayne raised an eyebrow, "his bidding?"

"Some sort of killing. I don't know, but he pays me lots of money to let him do his meetings here," the man puffs out his chest as he brags.

Sebastian noticed a suspicious man walking into the pub. He sat at a table in the far back corner. The man kept his head down with his hood up, making it hard to see his face from his point of view. The man looked up at Rayne as she noticed him in the corner of her vision. Sebastian couldn't get a good glimpse of this guy's face, but Rayne did. The suspicious man had a long face with deep burgundy eyes, a piece of his brown hair laid on his forehead from under his hood. He smiled at Rayne.

Rayne's attention was snapped back to the man she was with when he started talking about the man that was paying him loads of money. "He's a mysterious man. I did catch his name thought, it's-" a loud bang was heard as blood splattered onto the table.

Rayne looked up saw the suspicious man making a break for it. Sebastian ran after him as Rayne followed close behind. The man was fast, Sebastian and Rayne was having a tough time keeping up. The hooded man turned around, pointing the gun right at the two and shot. The bullet sliced through Sebastian's arm. The hooded man sharply turned the corner. As the two Phantomhive servants turn the corner after him, the man seemed to disappear.

Rayne growled, "Ugh! He got away!"

Sebastian smirked, "I'm sure we'll be seeing him again."

"How's your arm?" She asked.

"There's no need to worry about me, Me. Rayne," he winked.

"Don't be ridiculous," she looked at his arm where he got shot at but there was nothing there. No blood, no scar, no nothing. Not even a hole in the sleeve. Is that a demon thing? She wondered. "I must have been mistaken."

Sebastian put his finger underneath Rayne's chin, "It's alright, my dear."

Rayne rolled her eyes, "let's go back." She walked away from the tall butler in a tail coat.

They were sitting in the carriage heading back to the manor. It was getting late. Ciel was asking questions about what happened that night.

"Did you see his face?" he asked his servants.

Rayne remained silent, staring out the window as Sebastian replied, "I did not."

Ciel looked at Rayne, waiting for her answer. "Rayne?"

Rayne snapped her head towards the earl, "Yes?"

"Did you see the man's face, or anything that will give us a lead?"

"I saw his face," she looked back out of the window. He seemed to recognize me, she thought.

Ciel looked at her with excitement, finally a lead! "What did he look like?"

Rayne thought for a moment, "he had a long but chiseled face, deep burgundy eyes, dark brown hair. That's all I really saw."

"Great. At least we have some sort of a lead," Ciel leaned back onto the seat, satisfied on how the night went.

At the mansion, Rayne was laying on her bed, looking at the ceiling. So many thoughts ran through her head. Who was that man? Do I know him from somewhere? I would recognize him if I did. She remembered Sebastian being shot by the man. I should heal like that too, right? Only one way to find out. Rayne walked down to the kitchen and lit the candles. She grabbed a kitchen knife. She laid the knife on her hand, pressing it down to slice a wound open. Her hand burned in pain. She watched the blood seep out of the wound, waiting for something to happen. But nothing did. She furrowed her brow. She should be able to do this if she's part demon, right?

"Ms. Rayne?"

She jumped at the sound of a voice calling her name. "Do you enjoy scaring me or something?" She asked, hiding her hand behind her back.

Sebastian grinned, "It is quit fun. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in bed?"

Rayne shrugged, "Couldn't sleep."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow "What's behind your back?"

Rayne clenched her hand into a fist, "Oh nothing. I really should be getting to bed. If you'll excuse me." She slid past him as quickly as she could. She headed into the bathroom. She took out a roll of bandages and looked at her hand once again, expecting something to have happened. The red substance was still seeping out of the wound. She wrapped it up, feeling disappointed at her findings.

Rayne stretched in her bed as the sun peaked over the horizon, her hand still burning from the cut. She noticed red peeking through the bandages. She got dressed and headed to the bathroom to replace her bandages. Then it hit her, the promise she made to her brother. You must visit me on my birthday. Tomorrow was his birthday! She finished wrapping her hand and headed to the dining room where Ciel was eating his breakfast.

"Good morning, master," she curtseyed in respect.

Ciel nodded towards her as he took a bite of his salmon.

Rayne continued, "I was wondering if I could take the day off today. My brother's birthday is tomorrow and I need to buy ingredients to make a cake."

"I will allow it, but you must take someone with you. May-Rin will do."

Rayne smiled, and curtseyed, "Thank you, master."

"Sebastian, give her some money to buy the ingredients," Ciel ordered.

Rayne quickly responded, "With all due respect, master, I would like to use my own money."

Ciel looked at her in surprise, "You're turning down money?"

"Just this once. It feels like it's actually coming from me if I pay for it. But I do greatly appreciate the offer, my lord."

Ciel shrugged and went back to his breakfast, "If that's what you want."

Rayne gleefully headed to May-Rin's chamber and wrapped on the door. May-Rin opened the door, completely dressed, eyes half opened, adjusting her glasses.

"Ciel said we can go to town to get a few things for my brother's birthday tomorrow," Rayne said rapidly with a grin on her face.

May-Rin yawned, "Now?"

"Yeah! Let's go!"

"But it's so early."

"I'll buy you some chocolate."

May-Rin immediately perked up, she grabbed Rayne's arm, "Alright! Let's go!"

Rayne grinned as she let herself be dragged by the red-headed maid.

Later in the day, Rayne started making her cake. Every year, she makes her younger brother a chocolate cake with strawberry frosting and real chocolate flakes on top. It's a bit of an expensive cake to make but it's his favorite and she enjoyed every minute making it. She mixed the ingredients in a bowl till there were no more lumps, then she took a spoon and tried a bit of it. Her face lightened up some more as the sweetness hit her tongue.

The phone rang in the distance. Since she wasn't working, she figured she'll answer it to not disturb the other employees as they do their job. With the spoon still in her mouth, she walked into the small room with the phone. She took the spoon out of her mouth and answered.

"Good afternoon, this is the Phantomhive Manor. Rayne, the maid, speaking."

"Oh good, I wanted to talk to you, Rayne," a female's voice spoke through the receiver.

"May I ask who's speaking?" Rayne questioned.

"I'm calling from the Hereford manor in concerns of your son," her voice sounded sorrowful.

"Charlie?"

"Yes, ma'am. I am sorry to say this over the phone but my master didn't want me calling you."

"What happened to Charlie?" Rayne asked, getting annoyed at the lady beating around the bush.

The woman paused for a moment before speaking, "he was murdered."