Here's the next chappiee! Thanks everyone who had reviewed, please continue to do so. I'm getting better at making my author's notes shorter, so I hope you're proud of me!

Kylee: They're not proud of you.

Lotti (that's my name, for all of you wondering): Oh, great. Now you're gonna ruin the conciseness of this A/N with your useless dialogue.

Kylee: Actually, the readers happen to LOVE my dialogue.

Lotti: ONE. One reader likes this bullshit bantering before the chapter starts.

Kylee: One is better than none. See what I did there? I just made a—

Lotti: Yes, yes, we know you made a rhyme. Your catchphrases get old after a chapter.

Kylee: Oh no you didn't! *rushes at angrily*

Lotti: What are you, Raven Symoné? Wait, don't- *runs away from an impending hormonal teenage girl*

Ciel: While those two are being idiots, I'll take it upon myself to do the disclaimer.

*clears throat* Ahem. Lotti does not own Kuroshitsuji or its characters. Although she does own Kylee, and it puzzles me to no end why she doesn't just kill her off. Kylee's quite an annoying character. (Trust me, I know from experience.)

~Enjoy!~

A pair of strong, gloved hands shot out and caught my cascading body. They kept a firm grip on me and when I realized I wasn't moving anymore I hesitantly peeled open my eyes and a feeling of relief surged through my body… until I realized the situation I was in.

"You're late," I stated boldly.

"Sorry, I was giving the Young Master a bath," Sebastian replied smoothly.

"Ooh," I cooed sarcastically. "Let's head over to the mansion, immediately!"

"First of all, Lady Kylee, please do me the honor of knowing what would consume you to pull such a stunt," the butler queried. "Or why you were so confident that I would come to your rescue."

"Well, you did invite me over, and I didn't want to miss my engagement!" I exclaimed with false enthusiasm.

Sebastian cocked an eyebrow and I answered, for real this time. "Alright, my mother was being a bitch and says that I'm apparently 'grounded.' And that entitles me being stuck in my house for the entirety of my suspension. So, desperate for a way and reason to get out of the house, I decided to try the good ol' 'jumping out of the window' method."

"I've never heard of that method," the dismal demon mused. "Now, answer my second question."

"Oh, that!" I remembered suddenly. "I knew you couldn't resist a damsel in distress, especially if that damsel was me." He was probably thinking I was a damsel alright, a damn-sel. Hey look guys, I made a funny.

"Besides, it would certainly take the fun out of the game if the opponent died prematurely," I joked.

"Yes, I guess it would," Sebastian muttered, doing some more of that musing of his.

"Although, I never thought you would actually care enough for me to be my knight in shining armor in my time of peril," I affirmed, keeping up with the 'princess' charade.

"I was simply keeping bocchan's wishes in mind, my dear," he charmed. Damn him for being so sexy. Isn't there some law stating that all soul-consuming creatures have to be grotesque and hideous and not totally rape-able? That's what Disney movies taught me…

"Anyway, what was up with that owl? You sorta crushed my hopes when I realized it wasn't an acceptance letter from Hogwarts."

"Oh, that's Phantomhive Family Owl," Sebastian proclaimed proudly.

"Yeah, that's cool and all, but here in America, we just send out texts whenever we want to contact people…" I sallied, rolling my eyes. Shit, who knew that these Brits would be so weird? Owls? As messengers? Didn't they realize that using animals as forms of communication died out when the carrier pigeon went extinct and all the horses on the Pony express fell into the Grand Canyon?

…Wait, forget that last part. A quick trip to Google made me want to retract that statement a thousand times and crawl under a rock for the rest of my life. Whatever, history was never my strong suit.

Quickly realizing Sebastian was still carrying me bridal style made me jump out of his grasp as fast as I could. Being the graceful person I am, I landed with a heavy "thud" on my ass, on the dirty ground. Sebastian snickered while I got up and brushed myself off. I sent him a glare that would've shut Ciel up, but being the demon bastard he was, he kept on sniping.

He extended his arms towards me once more, as if they were beckoning to let him carry me again. "Kylee, please cooperate. I told the Young Master I'd be back in five, but it's already been more around fifteen."

"No. We are not doing this again." I insisted.

"Would you rather walk the distance to the mansion?" The butler grinned.

It took me a minute to calculate the amount of walking and sheer physical exercise I would have to put into that, and I reluctantly clambered into the demon's arms. Looks like I would be riding The Sebas-train once more. Although this time, at least I would have first-class seating.

We flew through the landscape with dizzying speed and before I knew it, we had arrived at the manor. I hopped out of his arms and stumbled around for a few seconds before I found my footing.

"So why am I here, anyway," I questioned, looking up at Sebastian.

"You'll find out."

Though, I wasn't exactly sure I wanted to find out from the eerie undertones in the smile he was giving me. I tentatively stepped towards the front steps, but Sebastian's hands on my back urged me forward. I let myself in and paced across the velvet floors of the mansion. The place was still the same as it had been a week ago; when I had last been here and when Ciel had had his asthma attack. But it seemed… emptier. Somehow, there was a different feel to it. A different aura surrounded the place now, and I wasn't sure I liked that.

"Follow me, madam," Sebastian voiced from behind me, gesturing to a long hallway in front of him. The place he led me to was one I hadn't been to very often, but it was one that stuck in my head clearly. An outdoor patio, a table set for two.

Just like last time.

The warnings rang clear in my head from that last fateful morning.

You manipulated me, Kylee Phillips, and you see, I just can't let you get away with that…

…If I ever need to have you join me for breakfast again, I'll just let you know now that it'll be your last.

A shiver ran down my spine, and it wasn't just from the chilly December breeze. Wow, it was December already. Months had passed by since I had last visited this location. Honestly, I thought I would've been here earlier than now, but better late than never. And as Drake would say, never late is better.

A lot had changed since then. We had been through our share of fights, and then there had been the kiss. Oh yes, that damned kiss. If there was anything I could remake in my life, it would be that kiss. That kiss was the epitome of evil, a coat of poison over a juicy red apple. I was so sure that that kiss was the worst thing I had ever done. But oh, oh I was so wrong.

I slowly took my seat on the creamy red cushion that covered the wooden chair. I avoided eye contact, but I could still feel Ciel's piercing gaze drilling into my head from across the table. I lifted my head slowly and spoke quietly. "So I guess you freaked out about your suspension more than I thought? Either that or you've finally realized you're madly in love with me, but if you tell me you'll have to kill me."

"…Definitely not the latter," Ciel corrected. "And what suspension are you talking about?"

"What, don't tell me they let you off the hook for punching a girl!" I blurted out. "Well, Mr. I Get Off Scot-Free For Domestic Abuse, I got a two-week suspension for your little stunt that I blew out of proportion."

"Hah, you really think I didn't get suspended?" Ciel asked incredulously. "Well, let me inform you of the terms of my punishment; I got expelled."

What? My breathing hitched for a second and I had a mini panic-attack. Expelled? Fuck, that's not what I had been meaning for at all. It had just been a little, harmless, prank. Right?

"Along with that, my company's board decided I was unfit for the job and fired me. I have next to no chance of regaining my empire and fortune that I've spent so much labour into building. All because of you." He narrowed his eyes at my quivering body and I swear for a second, he looked exactly like that chick from The Exorcist.

I was going to make some wisecrack about how he could actually go to a quality high school rather than attending America's shitty public school system. But then, since Ciel was out of a job, he couldn't exactly afford a quality school now, so after getting expelled from the only reasonably good public school in the area, he really had nowhere to get an education now. Unless he learned from Sebastian, if he really did claim to be "one hell of a butler" then he would at least now how to tutor an adolescent teenager.

Taking my silence as an "IDK how the eff to respond to that," Ciel cut straight to the point. "So now, I bet you're wondering whether I'm going to kill you or not. And the answer to that question is yes. Yes, I'm going to dispose of you."

You still don't realize, Kylee. I am going to get my revenge. How perfect is it that you're right here, in my house? You've practically walked into a trap.

And with the size of this estate, it'll take years to find your body.

I kept my calm, silently thanking my body for keeping its composure for about the only time in my decade-and-a-half-long life. I really couldn't believe it. This boy, who I wasn't completely sure but pretty positive that I had feelings for, was going to kill me. Today. I was never going to graduate high school or college, I was never going to get married, I was never going to grow old with my spouse. All because of my damned nerve that got me into precarious situations wherever I went. I really think I sometimes leave the house looking for trouble. Oh, I was never going to visit my house again either, was I?

Am I like, supposed to have some sudden emotional epiphany now where I realize how much my parents really do care about me, and that I should've cared more about them when I was alive. Or that I should've told my mother I loved her today instead of screaming at her and calling her a bitch? Nah; damn clichés ain't got nothing on me.

Though, I would miss Alois, and Kourtney, and Austin, and Dahvy and maybe even Canterbury. Maybe. Oh well, death is just another stage of life, but I guess you don't really expect it when you're at the ripe ol' age of fifteen, do you? No, I wouldn't think so.

Although, if you think I'm going to let myself get killed without a fight then you are a helluva wrong child.

I glanced down at the table and came up with one of my world-renowned handy-dandy plans. Knowing what Sebastian was, it made coming up with a plan much more simple this time around. I knew I would have to use my wits, seeing as physical assault was out of the question. I didn't have time to think it through too well, and it was a lot more risqué than any other scheme I had ever come up with. But desperate times call for desperate measures; I believe the saying goes. I realized that if I really went through with this plan, I wouldn't be able to bother Ciel or Sebastian at school on Monday. Nor any other day, for that matter.

"Enjoy your breakfast now, before we do, um, that," Ciel said in a bittersweet tone. "It will be your last meal with the living, so I had Sebastian make sure it was five-star quality."

While Sebastian went to go bring out the breakfast, I discreetly stole the knife off the table and clenched it in my hand, hiding it underneath the tablecloth. I figured Sebastian would be ready for me to run away, but he wasn't ready for what I was going to do next. I sat on the edge of my seat, preparing for my attack.

In a flash of auburn hair and pale skin, I skillfully leapt off my seat and crouched over Ciel, the knife to his neck. I brought it so close; I even managed to draw a little blood. It ran in a small stream down his neck and dripped onto his shirt, staining the white blouse. He tried to call out, but the only sound that escaped his mouth was a quiet whimper.

At the spilling of blood, Sebastian appeared in the room in a flash. He looked quite appalled and unsure of what to do next.

"Quite a bad idea," I cogitated, "Giving a imprisoned teenager a knife, isn't it?"

"Quite." Sebastian agreed. "I really shouldn't have prided myself on the sharpness of the silverware. I guess I underestimated just how little manners you have."

"Shut up, man-handler." I retorted. "It's not like you have any less to say for yourself."

"I'm done with this conversation." He replied coldly. "Now I'm only going to ask you this one time, take the knife away from my master."

I responded by driving the blade farther into Ciel's neck, the stream of blood turning into a river of crimson. His shirt was definitely ruined.

"Sebastian," Ciel croaked weakly. "Help….Me…."

I had to use all my strength to keep my composure and keep from laughing as I was reminded of that weird alien guy in Land of the Lost (the version with Will Ferrell) saying the exact same thing in the weird space paradox. Me and Kourtney used to make fun of it all of the time. But now wasn't the time for bad TV show-based movies. I needed to keep a straight face in order to get what I wanted.

"Ciel, why should I keep you alive?" I loosened my grip on the knife slightly. "On the first day, your butler gave me a death threat. Your main purpose for coming to America was to kill my best friend. Since arriving here, you have insisted on getting revenge on me and trying to make my life horrible, to no avail, I might add. You were planning to kill me, no doubt, not five minutes ago. You held me hostage in your mansion and you were never planning on letting me out."

"So tell me again, Ciel Phantomhive, what is your reasoning for keeping your petty existence going?" I asked again, retightening my hold on the knife, and felt a rush as the blood started to gush again.

I noticed a tear escape from the corner of his eye and almost felt bad for him. He was only fourteen, he would be fifteen in a few weeks, the same age as me; and if I continued with this, I would be a fifteen-year-old murderer. I started to have second thoughts, but then Ciel's feeble whisper broke my process of thought.

"I…I…lo-lo…lo…."

And then he went limp in my arms and I felt the blade drop from my scarlet fingers. Filled with horror and shock, I ran.

The End.

… is what I'd like to say, but sadly, my story did not end there. Not even close.

I ran as far as I could, not once looking back. I passed a mass of trees, crossed countless streets, and even swam across a small river. My legs felt like they might give out at any moment, but I continued on. I eventually stopped trying to keep track of where I was and focused on getting away. My jeans chafed against my thighs and burned like crazy. Denim was a bad idea, I thought to myself. Cold sweat poured down my face in the autumn air and my breath came out in short, rapid, gasps. I thought that if only I could keep going a little farther, just a little, I could make it in time. In time for what? I'm not sure. I kept on running and running until I physically couldn't anymore.

I finally stopped at a small deli, panting, hunched over with my hands on my knees, and nearly fell over. I gasped at the precious oxygen filling my lungs, it felt like a delicacy.

When I had recovered, I looked around at my surroundings, trying to find out just where the hell I was. I looked at the license plates on the cars next to me and realized I was in some small town in Virginia. I was miles away from my hometown in the typical "normal" Midwest.. Nothing was normal about my life now. I was a young girl, wanted for murder and probably being hunted by a bloodthirsty demon at this very second.

I patted my jean pocket, and thanked my conscious self for having put my wallet in there beforehand. I walked into the deli, bought myself a hot chocolate, and just sat against the window, contemplating what to do next.

After my drink, I rented a suite in the Hilton Claremont, thanks to the 'emergency' credit card my parents had given me. I lied down on the bed's silver surface and noted how it paled in comparison to the beds in the Phantomhive Mansion. I quickly shooed the notion out of my head; that was the last thing I wanted to think about. I then proceeded to curl up in a ball under the covers, and cry myself to sleep.

Or at least I tried to sleep. I couldn't. Images flashed before me in black and white and red, like in a bad movie. I kept seeing Ciel struggle to say something, but disappearing before he could get it out. I saw the blood, that bright red fluid dripping down his neck. The blood. Oh, there was so much blood. Too much blood. An army of red clouded my eyes. My once favorite color was now a perpetual reminder of my abominable deed.

More than anything, I wondered about what Ciel had been so desperate to say. I would never know. Not now, not ever. I'm not even sure if I was ashamed of what I did, was I that sadistic? This was never what I had intended, but there's no going back once something is done. Its memory leaves an imprint on your brain forever, never to be forgotten. And no matter how hard I tried, these visions would never leave. But why? Why had I done it? What was my motive behind killing someone, especially someone so young. The questions racked my brain and tortured my intellect. Such is the life of a teenage murderer.

Killing people doesn't make them like you, it only makes them dead.

Yeah, well, I hope this chapter didn't put TOO much of a damper on your evening/morning/afternoon/whatever. We're nearing the end now, either the next chapter or the one after that is the last chapter. I've had a lot of fun writing this, and I really am sad to see it end. Oh well, stay tuned for the finalé! Love you all, my readers and reviewers! Also, please REVIEW! (:

Ciao~!