GWAH! I'm sorry this took so long! I've been so stressed recently but it's better now. I just got my exam results back [Passed Everything! A*, A & B's!] and found out that I got into sixth form!

Anyway, here is the rest of the story time with Ciel and Sebastian and I really think my writing has declined a bit. Tell me what you think.

I can't wait to get back to normal writing! All this first person stuff has been killing me. I'm not a first person writer, and if I have to, it's usually only for a very short period of time...

*sighs* Anyways... Please Enjoy Chapter Eight!

The shock and outrage twisted Sebastians features, anger bubbling away in his chest as he felt the need to tear these men piece from piece. A dangerous glint glowed in his crimson eyes and his lips were creased into a tight line. He had to bite his lip to keep from yelling, but that didn't stop his burning aura from expressing his rage. Barely visible flames flickered and licked across his pale skin, heating the room as well as the already burning Earl beneath the covers. Glancing up at his butler, the Phantomhive child let out a quiet yet sadistic laugh.

"Don't worry, they got what was coming to them...eventually"

Despite the fact that the demon wanted to respond to the intriguing and vague comment, he remembered what his young master had told him, and it would seem that the story was not quite over yet.

"I can't really remember most of what happened. My memories of that time often appear as a blurry mess, but I know that they injected me with something. I never did find out what they were using on me. Certain events happened before I could think about it. By then I had figured out that this was where Stephen was dragged everyday, and I understood why he would come back as a shell of what he once was. Whatever they used burned, quite ferociously actually. Like lava flowing beneath my skin and seeping into my bones. It made me sweat and cry and bleed from almost every orifice. I first noticed this when I felt something from my ears, and when I turned, I saw the red stand out starkly against the white and silver of the room. They were using something different on me, Stephen was never bleeding when they brought him back so it must have been something different or at least a different reaction. From what I can gather, I was the first to be returned to my cage with blood but no wounds. Several were taken daily for experimentation and a couple every now and again if they were too loud but none had returned covered in blood, at least not like I was. I didn't realise how bad it was until Stephen had pointed it out."

Sebastian was struggling to keep his anger at bay. It was a bloodthirsty rage at this moment but he knew there was nothing he could do to help at the moment, and so put all his effort into calming the fire. 'Think of cats. Cats are calming. They are sweet and mature and attentive. Cats. Cats. Cats...' Feeling his breath coming easier, the butler turned his head back towards his young master, who was sat stoicly in the too-large bed, sweat still pouring over his skin. Another glass of cooling water was offered and accepted before the tale was continued.

"It became a new part of my routine. Wake up. Eat the breakfast served only to keep us alive. Talk with Stephen. Wait for the men to come. Struggle. Lose. Be injected. Pain. Passing out. Wake up next to Stephen. Talk until we fell asleep. That was what it was like for quite a while, I'm not really sure how long. When they broke the routine, it was quite unexpected. It must have happened whilst I was unconscious, for all I know is that instead of waking up in the cage next to Stephen, I was in the cage with him. Looking around, I noticed that every cage now either held two children or they were empty. When I asked Stephen about this, he told me about the men saying they would be 'recieveing new stock'."

'Recieving new stock?! These are children, not products! What gives them the right to speak of people like that?!' However outraged the butler may be, he kept his thoughts to himself, half from respect and half from being intigued. After all, if he kept interupting, he would never get to hear the story.

"The routine went back to normal until one day. Stephen had been away for quite abit longer than I was and when they dragged him back in fully unconscious, not even muttering like he usually was. It was scary and very unsettling. If there was one thing I had learned during my time there, it was that Stephen was not one to give up easily. He'd rather go kicking and screaming than submit to them. He was a lot quieter after that time, more secluded. I realise now that he was probably trying to protect me. It carried on like this for a couple more days until they said they were going to test something and opened one of the windows. To be honest, I hadn't even realised there were windows but it didn't really matter. It felt like the first bit of fresh air I had felt in months. It wasn't until night when I found out what they had done."

Tears started to flow down the young Phantomhive's cheeks, a mix between a sob and a cough trickling up his throat leading to a hoarse and painful fit. More water was given although it did little to stem the harsh coughs and cries. It was a few minutes before Ciel was well enough to continue, throat tight and eyes red.

"They had turned him into some kind of monster. When the full moon rose and shone on him through the window, I thought he was having some kind of fit. He was shaking furiously and blood was pooling around him but I couldn't tell where from. Then he started screaming and his bones were cracking. It was terrifying, I thought he was going to die and I couldn't do anything except shove myself in the corner. Soon he started to grow fur, it was a dark brown like his hair, and his screaming became growling. It had only taken about 20 minutes for him to go from human to whatever he was. We were both frozen for a little while and I hadn't even notice that I had called his name, but... he obviously didn't recognise me. When he turned, all I could see was fire and rage in his eyes. I barely had a second to think before he jumped at me. It's not really that clear after that."

There was a silent pause and the frail boy thought hard.

"I remember suddenly being on my back, the front of my neck and right shoulder had gone numb but I didn't really pay attention to it. I was more focussed on the outside of the cage. At some point the cage door had been opened and all of the 'doctors' had come out, along with a couple of muscle men. All I could focus on was Stephen attacking all the people that had hurt us... and them trying to hurt him. I hadn't know they had guns until that day. It went on for a long time, Stephen biting and scratching at the 'doctors', the other men firing badly at him. It seems that there were some adverse affects to whatever they used on Stephen. Whenever one of the doctors got scratched, it was only a few seconds before their own bones would start to crack and bend."

'Ah. So that's why he wanted to know if he scratched anyone..."

"It became quite grusome from there. Anyone who got scratched, which included almost all of the doctors and several men, were shot as soon as it took effect. Others were killed when Stephen dived onto them. He had no mercy but I knew I would do the same were I in his place. It was only when there were about three of them left that one of the managed to get a lucky shot. Stephen was hit in the leg when he tried to get the last doctor. When he collapsed... they shot him in the chest"

Ciel's voice cracked at the last sentance, more tears falling and cries bubbling in his chest. Warm arms enclosed around his shaking body and his head was resting against a soft chest. Turning his head up, the young Earl looked into the sympathetic crimson eyes of his butler. Choosing to spend a moment forgetting his pride and his status, Ciel let himself be the child he knew he was and snuggled tighter into the demon, thin arms wrapped around his lithe body, and crying over the dark tailcoat. For several moments they remained like this, Ciel clutched tightly to the butler, whilst said male was rocking gently, head resting carefully on the younger boy and arms holding him as he moved. They were still for so long, that Sebastian almost thought that his bocchan had fallen asleep.

"They took him away from me."

The voice was quiet and soft, muffled by the fabric of his chest but it was loud enough to attract the attention of the butler. Sebastian continued with the swaying motion as he listened to his young masters thick voice.

"They dragged away his body. It was a while before they remembered me. By then, the numbness had spread to my chest and down my right arm. I know they checked my pulse but I couldn't feel it. I noticed my back has gone numb as well when they lifted me out of the cage. I passed out for a little while. When I woke up, I was in the white room again. People were talking a lot but I didn't care for it. They mentioned things about 'DNA mixing' and 'miracle he's alive'. I knew they were talking about me but nothing really caught my attention until they said 'sacrifice'. Since I had become lethal to them, they thought they would try killing two birds with one stone. Don't think they were expecting a demon though..."

His words were getting softer as he dug his flushed face deeper into the black fabric, trying desperatly to keep his weary eyes open. He couldn't allow himself to show weakness. His hands gripped weakly at the back of the tail coat, finding something to keep his focus on so he wouldn't slip off. Talking was becoming harder and the warmth was becoming too comforting.

"You know what ... what happened next, of course." He let out a dry laugh. "Stephen had bitten me... on my right shoulder. His DNA mixed with mine ... and made me what you saw last night. I don't ... don't usually lose control like that. Stephen's birthday was yesterday... and I think I just went in over my head. My emotions went haywire..."

His voice trailed off slightly as his body slumped heavily against Sebastian. The butler felt deep sorrow for the slumbering child against his chest. He had gone through much more than any being should and was left with something that would haunt him for the rest of his young life. Believing the boy to be asleep, the demon twisted himself in order to place his bocchan back onto the silken pillows, beneath the gentle and caressing sheets. Before he could more himself, he felt a small tug against his now damp shirt. Looking back down, he noticed the shaking hand gripping the material, the owner of said hand blinking at him through thick lashes. An air of innocence graced him as he struggled to stay awake.

"You... have questions?"

It was softly spoken and slightly strained but it was clear to the butler in the otherwise silent bedroom. With a slight bow and a gentle smile, the demon responded.

"They can wait until you wake, my young lord."

With that, the cobalt eyes finally shut and the Phantomhive's breathing evened out. Sebastian carefully blew out the candle flames and took the candelabra with him as he departed through the double doors, but not before a soft voice reached his ears.

"I'm sorry, Sebastian"

So, what did you think? Love it? Hate it? Wanna burn it? Tell me in a review :3

Also, my treasured readers, your assistance is required! I need to create a filler chapter idea, preferably based around the servants or you could include an unexpected guest... like grell or something. It must be humorous and attention grabbing and the winning idea [or ideas] will be made into chapter 9 and 10. One thing though, it must NOT contain Elizabeth. She will come in chapter 11 to fit with the planned plotline.

Thanks for Reading!