Hey! I'm back. Long time, no see, huh? Anywho, I've been a busy bitch. Have any of y'all seen American Horror Story? Just watched it. Taaaaaateee. Nooooo. Also, I watched a video on YouTube about Tate and Violet and it got me hooked on THE BEST SONG EVER! OMG, go look up "Calls Me Home" by Shannon LaBrie. Just go, now, don't waste any more time. It's like an orgasm for your ears. No fucking joke.

And in tradition of whenever I find a song I absolutely ADORE I always find a way to insert it into my chapters. So yeah. Deal. Agh! This song is….So yeah, got it last week, already in the top 10 plays on my iTunes. I need to stop this. Maybe. Um, so yeah that's about it. I'll try to keep updates regular from now on, but no promises. I'M SO MUCH BUSIER THAN LAST YEAR! AGH!

Yeah, I have XC practice ERRY DAY after school and meets on Saturday. /shot/ Yup, my social life would be completely dead except all my friends do cross-country so I see them every day and yeah. But they're all faster than me. :(

Anyway, I'll stop drabbling. Here's your long-awaited chapter.

~Enjoy!~

Hold on, this will hurt more than anything has before.

What it was, what is was, what it was.

I've brought this on us more than anyone could ignore.

What I've done, what I've done, what I've done.

Week 4, Day 26

Tuesday

"Sebastian!" I shouted, slamming the door open as I burst into his penthouse.

Sebastian, who was so "innocently" sitting in his study, typing something on his laptop with a pair of glasses on for some reason, sighed and answered me. "What is it that you want, Seul?"

"Something tried to attack me on the way over here!" I gasped, running over to his side so that he would pay attention to me.

He finally turned around and looked straight into my endless blue eyes.

"What did you get attacked by?"

"I dunno," I responded, still out of breath. "I was walking, minding my own business, when I noticed a small wooden doll on the side of the road. It reminded me of someone I had seen before, so my curiosity got the best of me and I picked it up. Almost as soon as I had it in my grasp, it seemed to spur to life, and the large wooden teeth bit my finger." I held out my bleeding pointer finger as proof, the bite marks evident. "Then it jumped out of my hands and ran off on its little wooden legs. I didn't even know fucking wooden creatures could do that."

Sebastian's intrigue seemed to grow as I told my tale of woe. "What did it look like?"

"It was dressed up in a old-fashioned street musician costume, with a little hat and a ghastly painted face."

"And you said this reminded you of someone you once saw."

"Yeah," I replied pensively, thinking back upon the experience. "He was dressed in loud colors and playing a sort of music box. London Bridge, to be exact. And he told me I would look good as a doll, which kind of freaked me out, and was when I ran away from him."

"Though, the weird thing was, even then, I felt as if I knew him from somewhere else," I added.

"Hm," Sebastian pondered. "I can't say I have any recollection of such a creature. Any inkling of why it might be after you?"

"No goddamn clue," I said roughly. "Though all this supernatural shit is pissing me off. There are so many creatures I could've lived my life not knowing about."

"Even demons?" Sebastian asked snarkily.

"Especially demons," I snarled.

Sebastian shrugged. "Surely you don't mean that."

"You want to challenge me?" I shot back.

Sebastian swiveled his chair back around and said, "Not today. I simply don't have the effort for it."

"Whatever," I brushed off casually. "So, that's it? You just don't care that I'm being assaulted by various unearthly beings? Or is that just fine and dandy up in Sebastian Land?"

Sebastian exhaled in disappointment. "I already told you all I know of the situation. There's no further help I can give you."

"Fine," I accepted hesitantly. Guess I'm going to have to do my own sleuthing.

I've worked for so long, just to see you mess around.

What you've done, what you've done, what you've done.

I want back the years that you took when I was young.

I was young, I was young, but it's done.

What if I wanted to break, laugh it all of in your face?

I left the hotel building in a rush, eager to get out of the demon's lair. Though, on my way out, Will Spears stopped.

"Things going all right?" he asked curiously. "After all, you are in a contract with a demon."

"I'm just fine," I retorted rudely.

What would you do?

"Oh, but you don't look it. And according to those headlines you've been making lately-"

"Just shut the hell up." I passed the comment off like it didn't mean anything to me, but in reality, it kind of stung. "Anyway, did you bother me just to poke fun at my personal life?"

What if I fell to the floor, couldn't take this anymore?

"No, not necessarily," he rejoined, pushing up his glasses in a stuck-up fashion. "I just thought I might warn you that a storm's brewing and it might be best for you to avoid it. Though, given your circumstances, I would say that's close to impossible."

What would you do, do, do?

"The days are numbered in Sebastian and I's contract," I reacted harshly. "After that, I don't believe there would be anything there to trouble me."

Come, break me down.

Will didn't even let the slightest bit of emotion mask his face. "Are you really so naïve to think that demons are the only thing out to harm you? The only demons there to injure you are the ones from your past."

Bury me, bury me.

"And how would you know?" I questioned impatiently.

"Let's just say, if you had been paying attention, you would be able to figure it out by now."

I am finished with you.

"You're lying."

Look in my eyes.

"Trust me, I don't tell lies."

You're killing me, killing me.

"Whatever, I'm leaving," I remarked offhandedly. "And don't worry, I'll make sure to carry an umbrella around with me at all times."

All I wanted was you.

Oh, take it all away.

I don't feel it anymore.

Oh, take it all away.

Tossing my stuff aside and flopping down on my bed, I felt unsure of what to do. What did Will mean when he said I should have been able to figure it out by now? Figure out what? Who killed my parents? Why they did what they did?

Also, if it was that easy, why didn't Sebastian, a demon, have it figured out by now? Or did he, and he was just keeping it from me? It wasn't above the damn bastard, but then again, he wasn't allowed to sabotage our mission. Though, within every contract exists a loophole.

I obviously couldn't take Trixie out on a walk, so I had to find a better way to get around town and find things out on my own. Damn, riding solo is not as easy as Jason Derulo makes it out to be. Really, I should just stop taking advice from songs.

Although, I have learned, that if I'm drowning in the pussy, I can just swim to the butt. Fucking knowledge explosion.

Given the sheer fact that I have next to zero friends (Lizzy does not count. She's practically a nuisance that double-sided as a pet sitter), I didn't have anyone to hang out with. Alois and Ciel were in California, and I didn't want to pester them with a phone call. Sebastian was being a douche, as usual, so there's no way I was poking that bear.

And who was it that might make my day slightly more eventful? Well, two phone calls, but I'll start with the first one.

"Seul?" a voice whispered tentatively.

"God, Luka, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" I shouted.

"Why? You called me," he replied stubbornly.

"Must've been on accident," I noted after careful consideration. Fuck. This was the last person I wanted to talk to.

"Hey, about the other night-"

"I really don't want to talk about that-"

"I just wanted to apologize." Luka's sorrowful voice seeped through the speakers like melted honey. God, what was with that boy and his Californian charm? "I realize that I probably caused a lot of tension between you and your boyfriend, what with the media getting involved and all that jazz."

Wow. Mature. He couldn't even say Sebastian's name. Though, I can get that. Having to see the girl you love off with some famous rich guy that didn't appear in the picture until very recently kinda sucked.

"It's fine, Luka. It really was my fault."

"But Alois told me you two might be breaking up soon, and I didn't want to be the reason behind it."

Somehow, I got that Luka wasn't too sorry about us breaking up. And if he was the cause, it might be all the better. Albeit, everyone has a guilty conscience.

Also, what was Alois doing telling his little brother information that was obviously strictly confidential? Some things shouldn't be shared with people who are in love with you, siblings or not. Oh well, Alois will be Alois. There's no stopping him.

"I don't know what you've heard about my relationship, but please stay out of it. I'll do what I please with my personal life, and I don't want to involve you into that portion of my life," I retorted.

"But I was hoping that after what we shared that night, that, you know," Luka started.

"What? That I would fall for you?" I finished for him. "I'm sorry, dude, but we've been over this! I can't be with you like this. It's just, not for me. I can't work relationships right. See how mine only lasted a month? I'm no good for you."

"Don't say that-"

"It's true." My words were sharp and bitter, too much so for the conversation. "With me, you'll never be content. I'll always let you down."

"Please give us a shot."

I flinched at the word 'us.' And it made me realize that I had to do something, no matter how much I might regret it.

"Luka, I need to go. Please don't call me again.

I mean it."

"Seul, you can't be serio-"

Beep. There, easy, with the click of a button, he was out of my life. A mixture of feelings was stirring in the bottomless pit of my stomach.

And pathetic enough, I couldn't do anything. Did I really just exist to hurt?

Shit. Guess it was time to turn on the radio to see which song was going to tell my future.

I remember when we broke up the first time

Saying this is it, I've had enough,

'Cause like we haven't seen each other in a month.

When you, said, you, needed space. What?

Then you come around again and say

Baby, I miss you and I swear I'm gonna change.

Trust me, remember how that lasted for a day?

I say, I hate you, we break up, you call me, I love you.

Lolling about on the couch like a lazy ass, I was really starting to hate modern pop music. I mean, come on. It didn't even sound that relevant to my life, I was starting to think this was a waste of my time.

Ooooh, we called it off again last night.

But ooooh, this time, I'm telling you, I'm telling you.

We are never ever ever ever getting back together.

We are never ever ever ever getting back together.

You go talk to your friends talk,

And my friends talk to me.

But we are never ever ever ever getting back together.

Oh shit, there's the kicker. Never doubt a song until you've heard the chorus. Fucking Taylor Swift, beating me up when I'm down. Though, it's not like I didn't ask for this. I'm the smart one who turned on the radio.

And now I'm officially friendless. Literally. I just kissed goodbye (no pun intended) my last friend. Fucking hell.

We are never getting back together, like ever.

It's not like we were a couple in the first place. Just really good friends. My childhood friend. The one I'd spent most of my life with. The one I'd made all of my earliest memories with. Goddamn. I'm just making myself feel worse, aren't I?

After shutting off the radio, I stuffed a few pounds in the front pocket of my jean shorts and headed out the door to buy a couple dozen Kinder eggs. Maybe the little toys in the center and the fact that America couldn't enjoy them would cheer me up. Shit's a choking hazard, apparently.

Upon opening the door to exit my apartment, I ran face-first into the warm chest of my extremely attractive yet obnoxious boyfriend.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in an annoyed tone.

"Just checking up on you," he replied in a completely 'innocent' tone. "You seemed pretty upset when you left my penthouse earlier."

"Yeah, because I got mauled by a fucking puppet and you didn't care at all!" I yelled angrily. Whoops, there goes trying to keep my voice down.

"It bit your finger."

"And that fucking hurt!" I paused. "And doesn't the fact that there are freaking live puppets running around bother you?"

"It's bothersome, but not considerably troubling. I have no need to be concerned about it."

"Oh, yes, because you are so preoccupied with 'srs bsnss' that you can't give two shits about lil' ol' me."

"Now you're putting words into my mouth."

"Go away and let me get my chocolate."

"I refuse."

"Can you stop being irritating for once?"

Another refusal.

"Fine! I'll just, sit here, and, and, do nothing for the rest of the day! How do you like that?"

Sebastian pondered the idea for a moment. "Actually, that sounds splendid."

"Hey! I didn't mean it literally!"

"Oh well, you suggested it."

"Agh, you're so frustrating. Please, let me be for once. I have things to do."

"Like spending time with your boyfriend?" Sebastian smirked, picking me up and tackling me onto the couch.

"Stop!" I half-heartedly protested as Sebastian planted kisses all up and down my neck. "Ah, I'm serious!"

At his ignorance of my commands, I decided to make the best of the situation. "You know, my lips are feeling quite lonely from the lack of attention. Care to fix that?"

Sebastian raised his head and stared into my eyes with his ruby orbs. He leaned in and passionately kissed my unattended lips.

I paused. "That's better."

"Well that's all the time I can spare for right now," Sebastian announced as he got up. "I have to get to work. We'll finish this later."

"And what if I'm tired of you later?" I challenged snarkily.

"Then I'll find that puppet and send him your way," he grinned devilishly just as he was about to exit the door.

"That's not funny!" I pouted, but he was already gone.

"Puppets are goddamn scary," I muttered to myself.

As if my life couldn't use a moment of silence, my phone rang once again. Reluctant to answer because of last time, I checked the number. It wasn't one that I recognized, so I tentatively accepted the call.

"Am I speaking to Seul Phantomhive?" a distant mid-20's woman asked on the other line.

"Yes," I said cautiously. "With whom am I speaking with? And how did you get my number?"

"It's a simple thing to do when you are in my line of business," the woman replied. "And excuse me for not introducing myself earlier. I'm Hanna Annafellows, co-editor in chief of England's top magazine, London's Latest."

What a tacky name, I thought.

"And what business do you have calling me up out of the blue?" I demanded impatiently.

"The other editor and I would like to take you out to lunch and interview you. Segments of the interview will be featured in our magazine and you will be paid for the trouble as well."

"How can I be positive that you're not just kidnap me or something weird like that?"

"You can pick a restaurant you are familiar with and keep a bodyguard on standby."

Like hell I have a bodyguard. Though, as reluctant I was to go due to past experiences, I figured at the place I was thinking of choosing, the chances of something happening to me were low.

"Okay. Meet me at Misery & Co. in a half hour."

"Wow, thank you very mu-"

I hung up without a second thought. Stupid bitch thinking she could just interview me as I please. Oh well, at least I was getting paid.

We'll fall just like stars being hung by only string

Everything, everything, here is gone.

No map can direct how to ever make it home.

We're alone, we're alone, we're alone.

I showed up at the restaurant almost immediately in order to avoid something happening to me outside of the building and figured I could just stay and chat with Lizzy or something while I waited for this "Hanna" and her co-editor to show up. The media was so irritating these days.

"Hey, Aleister!" I shouted out in a demanding tone.

"Is it who I think it is?" I heard a singsong voice come from the back of the restaurant.

Out came Aleister, donned in a frilly white blouse, and paired with a pair of sleek black pants. Rather fruity for a guy, if I may say so myself.

"Ah!" he exclaimed. "It is my dear Seul! I would recognize that angelic voice anywhere!"

Angelic? Was he mocking me?

"If you want your job back, I'd be pleased to give you a schedule of times we have open for you-"

"That's not what I came here about," I said in a stultified tonality. "I was wondering if you had any outdoor tables you could set up near the garden out front."

Aleister pondered the idea for a moment. "Well, we don't usually seat people outside, but if it's for my darling robin, then I figure I could make an exception."

"Good. Can you have it done in fifteen minutes?"

"Be patient, my dear. I'll have everything ready by the time your guests get here." Aleister waved his hand at the air like he was magically waving away my worries. "Though, they must be important, if you're making such a request. Perhaps a certain someone I've been seeing in the papers?" He gave me a creepy-ass wink as if to solidify the pedophilia in his eyes.

"No, not him," I answered exasperatedly. "Some other people." In truth, I didn't want to bring these supposed 'people of society' to the shabby place that I used to work at. Not a very spectacular thing to do when at an interview that could be seen throughout all parts of England.

"Seeeeeuuuuuuullllllll!~" came a high-pitched screech from within the inner depths of Misery & Co. Hm, who in the fucking hell could that possibly be?

Lizzy rushed out of the kitchen and near-tackled me to the ground. Oh look, I was right.

"Seul! I haven't seen you in ages!" she shrieked.

"It's been three days," I replied in an acerbic fashion.

"I know! That's forever in my world!" she gasped, out of breath from welcoming.

God, I didn't even want to think of what went on in Lizzy's world. I shuddered momentarily from the horrifying shock.

Lizzy paused for a second and gazed out the window. In all truth, she looked like Raven Symoné having one of her 'visions.'

"Hold on a second, is that the Hanna Annafellows? And her co-editor Claude Faustus? At this dingy place?"

"Hey! That is mahogany!" I yelled at her.

At her stares, I just shrugged and muttered, "Sorry, couldn't help myself."

At that moment, Aleister came skipping inside like a merry jester.

"All set, my little robin!" he announced.

"First, don't call me that-"

"Oh! Who are you eating with?" Lizzy asked as she nosed her way into the conversation.

"Those people you were squealing about earlier. Honestly, I don't get-"

"You're kidding right? My little Seul, eating lunch with celebrities?" Lizzy interrogated patronizingly.

"I'm not that little!" I looked out the window nervously. The two interviewers were only across the street now.

Lizzy gave me a discerning look. "Honey, I've got at least a couple inches on you right now. And you're in three-inch heels. I'm in flats."

"Shut up, and make this place feel engaging for your 'celebrities'," I chided.

"Okay, okay, but once you're done with your meal, you have to explain to me how you know them," Lizzy connived.

I rolled my eyes. "No promises."

"Sounds like a deal!" Lizzy sang as she ran into the kitchen.

"Wait, I never said-"

"Well, good afternoon Miss Phantomhive."

I jerked my head around to find myself face-to-face with a lavender-haired woman with fuchsia lips and heavy-framed black sunglasses that worked like one-way glass. She could see me, but I had no idea what she looked like behind her frames. She wore a tight-fitting zaffre blazer and a short gray pencil skirt, cut right above the knee.

Behind her, stood a stoic man, also looking around the same age as Hanna. This must be the 'Claude' Lizzy was talking about. Aside from his slightly messy black hair that was parted to the side and carefully gelled and wire glasses, he looked less flashy than his companion. Like Hanna, he also wore a blazer, but one of less tight-fitting proportions, and straight black pants. A simple red tie added a pop of color to his ensemble.

Posh, effortless, chic. What more would you expect out of the editors of a popular London mag?

"Uh, nice to meet you," I responded awkwardly.

Luckily, Lizzy stepped in to save me. "Right this way, I'll show you to your table outside."

With menus in hand, Lizzy led the way to the suddenly transformed pavement that now beheld an elegant patio seating arrangement for three.

"I'll be back in a few minutes to get your orders for your drinks," she announced cheerfully before heading back inside.

Hanna took no time in cutting to the chase. "So, my dear, we've been hearing quite a lot about you in the news lately. You must be extremely busy with all the photo shoots and interviews you've been getting."

"Oh no," I corrected. "You are actually the first person to call for an interview."

"Really? Interesting." Hanna noted expressionlessly before tapping a few things into her iPhone. Claude just sat to the side, observing.

She never took off her shades, so I was still unable to glimpse her concealed eyes. "I guess your boyfriend is the overprotective type. I can see that, though. He does like to keep out of the public eye. At least, until now. Once the media spotted him out of his shadow and actually visible, they took to him like bees to honey. Well, more like flies to a dead carcass."

"That's…an interesting way to put it…" I commented nervously. This was definitely not my scene. Plus this editor chick was kinda freaking me out.

"Yes, now, let's get down to the more serious questions." Hanna looked down at her phone again and tapped a few buttons before speaking up again. Claude continued his silence, all the while slipping in a creepy smirk. "So, I hear you are from the Los Angeles area. Ever tried out acting or modeling?"

"No," I replied right away. "I, like Sebastian, also tried to stay low-key and away from those flashy things."

"Gotcha. Though, it seems that Sebastian isn't the only guy you're fooling around with. Are you and your boytoy still together after your affair? Right after the whole R-Pats and K-Stew rumpus too."

"Don't call him that," I gritted through my teeth, trying to keep my furous side from speaking its mind. "And it was a one-time thing. We didn't hook up after that one time. It doesn't qualify to be called an affair. Also, being the forgiving boyfriend he is, Sebastian and I made up soon after."

Oh, Sebastian would kick out of me actually giving him a compliment. Sarcastic or not.

"Well, make-ups often lead to other make up things…" Hanna insinuated. "Have you two done the deed yet?"

"What my boyfriend and I do in our private time has nothing to do with you," I said firmly, feeling my jaw jut out a little.

"Oh, staying tight-lipped, are we?" Hanna raised an eyebrow while tapping a few more things down on her cellular notepad. "Well, planning to stay together for a while?"

I shrugged. "Life is unpredictable. You never know."

"I guess Seul Michaelis does fit you pretty well. You could be a superstar couple to outshine Brad and Angelina."

"I-I wouldn't say so. I'm not exactly prepared for fame or anything like that. For all I know, this is my one spotlight for my life, and I'm fine with it. After Sebastian and I break up, I'll go back to being a nobody."

"So you think that Sebastian and you will break things off soon?" Hanna suggested slyly.

"No, nothing of the sort! I'm just saying, in the event of a breakup, that is what would happen," I explained.

"Sure," Hanna accepted less than satisfactorily. "Though, any other celebrity guys you have your eye on?"

"I don't believe that's a question I'm at liberty to answer."

"I'm sorry, it isn't my place to ask." It was an insincere apology; I knew it, she knew it.

Lizzy arrived and took our drink orders. Additionally, since we were ready, she took our lunch orders as well.

Finally, after she left, Claude Faustus spoke up. "Your name is quite unusual. Care to explain how you got it?"

"It's French," I answered simply. I didn't know who named me or why, so there wasn't much information I could give on the subject.

"Ah, and what does it mean, I wonder?" he inquired, resting his chin on his left fist.

"Alone," I responded unshakably. I wasn't going to let him intimidate. I mean, c'mon, I had a demon for a boyfriend. Not much intimidated me anymore.

Except ducks. Those sick bastards…

"You have quite the unusual eye color," I perceived right back. Upon closer inspection, one could notice the metallic gold glint in his eyes, shaded by a deeper tawny.

"It's a rare genetic disorder," Claude retorted smoothly. "It strengthens my eyesight."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and gave him a polite smile. "Quaint." Inside though, I was really thinking freak. Probably contacts, anyway. All those "posh" people were always changing the colors of their body parts to look more fashion-forward.

Hanna, feeling left out, picked up her spot right where she left off. "So, you are still a high-school student? Isn't that a bit scandalous to be going out with an older man? Even a bit illegal?"

"No," I fired back, my tone sharp. "It would only be illegal if he was my teacher. It is perfectly legal to be a couple and have sex and such. I am not divulging that we have, I am just telling you the correct information." I sighed, feeling impertinent.

"Interesting."

Lizzy showed up a few minutes later with our food and drinks. Oddly enough, Hanna and Claude ordered rather small meals. I don't know, maybe it was the so-called 'sophisticated' method of eating less in public so that you appeared more healthy and weight-conscious.

For the next ten to fifteen minutes there was utter silence except for the sound of silverware clacking on plates and quiet chewing.

After the check was paid, it was clear that the interview was over.

"Well, that's about all the time we have," Hanna said with false kindness; a warm smile was stitched across her mouth, but the warmth didn't reach her eyes. Those eyes that were still covered by the dark, swallowing black shades. Even though I couldn't see them, I knew that whatever kindness she faked on her lips did not match her cold eyes.

"One more thing," I piped up, grabbing both Claude and Hanna's attention as they were standing up to leave.

"When you first greeted me, why did you call me Seul Phantomhive? That's quite odd, seeing as my last name is Beckett. Anyway, just thought you should know that, although I don't seem it, I am a very wary person, and it would be helpful if you were wary of me as well."

Taking in the sight of their shocked faces, I pivoted on my heel and bolted away from the restaurant.

Oh, take it all away.

I don't feel it anymore.

Oh, take it all away.

It's funny how

The walk of life

Can take you down

Without a fight.

I stood watchfully over the gravesite with little to no emotion in my eyes. The site online had directed me to where the former Elizabeth Middleford had been buried. Also on the site were a few black-and-white photographs of the marchioness. She looked like the spitting image of the Lizzy I knew now. Though, it would be nearly impossible for them to be related, seeing as Elizabeth Middleford was my great-grandmother…

In the plot over by the corner, there lay only a single headstone.

Elizabeth Middleford.

Sebastian said that since Ciel's grave wasn't located in his family's cemetery that it would have to have been moved next to his fiancée's. But, I was positive this was the correct Elizabeth Middleford, and still no Ciel.

Where was Ciel Phantomhive's grave?

Someone's grave didn't just up and disappear. Maybe this was the work of one of the conspirators that killed my parents. Or maybe, Ciel had never been buried at all.

Wait, what was I saying? Of course he was, Sebastian ate his soul. Wait...my boyfriend, Sebastian Michaelis, is also the person who ate my great-grandfather's soul…

Trippy, man.

So many years

Can leave behind

Regretfully until it's time

To realize the moment

When you turn around.

What exactly was going on with this family? This family, of darkness and destruction, which light never seemed to shine upon. Which had been tormented by a mysterious fate for hundreds of years. Such is the karma for a line of dogs that worked in the underground.

And I….

Was just another dog in that misfortunate line.

I'm coming home

To breathe again,

To start again.

All of sudden, before I could stop it, a terrible pain wracked through my body. Unable to stop it, I fell to the ground in a pathetic slump, writhing to try to stop the hurting that pulsed throughout my entire body.

I'm coming home

From all the places

I have been

With nothing

But a voice within

That calls me….

Calls me home.

I couldn't control it. Before long, the shooting pain stopped everywhere except for a concentrated part in my right eye. But there, the pain was terribly worse than it was before. Imagine being stabbed in the eye with a hot poker and stabbed with a butcher knife all at the same time. Then times that by ten.

And instantaneously, memories, pictures, visions, were shooting before my one, painless, eye in a flash of confusion.

I saw myself at the other cemetery, the first one I had visited, except the day was sunny. In a casket draped in red, I watched as they lowered the woman named 'Madame Red' into the ground. I knew I couldn't allow myself to cry, to show emotion, although the last relative of mine had died.

Sure, I still had Aunt Francis and Lizzy, but it was… different.

I just couldn't put my finger on it, but something had changed inside me. I was even more hollow than before…

Back in the day

When I was younger

I was so lost and proud.

Now it was a different setting. I was running through a house on fire. I was obviously of a young age, seeing as I was only covering so much ground per minute, yet the building threatened to collapse at any second.

Red, orange, and yellow flames flickered around me, jumping at my every step.

I ran into my living room, relieved to see my parents still there. But…

They weren't moving, rushing frantically out of the house, or searching for me.

They were just sitting in two chairs, with their backs facing away from me. Curious, I paced slowly over to them to see what had happened.

I wish I had never done that.

"Mother? Father?" I whispered gently.

The scene in front of me was horrifying. My mother and father, lying helplessly in their chairs, with their throats slashed and their bodies horribly disfigured.

That is something that will never leave me as long as I live. It will continue to haunt me and give me nightmares.

Not knowing what to do next, I ran for my butler, Tanaka, and finally found him. I was overjoyed to see him, only to watch him get stabbed moments later. Another awful memory to add to that day.

And then they took me away…

I've gained the world

But it will never

Compare to what I've earned.

Flash forward to a dark cavern. I was placed in a cave or basement, alone, with several other children in cages around me. They were all dead. I knew I was the only one left.

In front of me, masked people chanted chilling phrases in a deep, monotonous reverb.

There was one near a sacrificial table holding a large knife. He and the table were both splattered in the blood of their victims. And before I knew it, I was being dragged out of the cage, strapped down, and branded. They were going to kill me next. I knew it.

I just knew.

With a wrath of hate circling my heart, I cursed those masked murderers, promising my revenge, promising their deaths.

And then, he appeared.

In the quiet moment,

When the earth holds still…..

A pair of black stiletto heels clicked upon the bloody tile floor. Out of nowhere, a Cheshire cat-like smile appeared and smirked at me, the fangs that should have chilled me to the bone gleaming at me brightly.

But in a moment like this, I was unafraid. The only emotion I held was my hate.

The only emotion I've ever held…

At that time, I promised my soul in exchange for revenge. Some people say revenge is a petty thing. I beg to differ.

We made a contract, right then and there, on possibly the most visible spot on my body.

My right eye.

And damn, did it burn like hellfire.

But it was over before I knew it, and then I gave my demon the first direct command of many to come.

The demon then, once given his order, tore the throats out of every person in the room. The dank room stank of my vengeance.

And what a pleasant smell it was.

I'm coming home

To breathe again,

To start again.

And then, there I was. Back in the cemetery plot. Alone, once more.

What was it that I had just witnessed? Someone's memories? Someone who had died and was now buried in this place? But why would a random ghost do such a thing to me?

But I knew it wasn't random. And I knew exactly whose memories those were.

I'm coming home

From all the places

I have been

With nothing

But a voice within

That calls me….

Calls me home.

Ciel…Phantomhive…

Just who are you?

It's funny how

The walk of life

Can take you down

Without a fight.

ERMAHGERD! This story is almost over! *sob* Only a few more chapters, and then all my hard work will be rewarded…with laziness. Also, sorry for the (SUPER) late update. I've been running my butt off in my first year of cross-country. (It's hell, never do it.) But yeah, I've been writing this on and off in my free time. Lucky thing is, I have a study hall this year, so I can do most of my homework there instead of at home. Whoo! So um yeah, in case you haven't figured it out, school started for me. Yay, I'm a sophie! Awh, I miss being a freshie. :(

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Disclaimer: I do not own…..(imagine reading in super-fast announcer mode) Kuroshitsuji, "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together" by Taylor Swift, "I Don't Feel It Anymore" by William Fitzsimmons, and sadly, my favorite song of all time, "Calls Me Home" by Shannon LaBrie.