Hey, babydolls! Happy Halloween! As per 1HellOfAMonster's request, I decided to post it on the 31st. :3 Why did I just make that face? I hate when people make that face… -_- Anywho, tell me in the reviews what you are going to be for Halloween (if you go Halloweening still, haha) I'm just dressing up, going to my friend's house and we're all gonna eat candy and watch Monster High. (Monster Monster High!) Ohmygod, we were working at a blood drive today, and all we did was fuck around and eat the food that's supposed to be for the people donating.

oops. Anyway, we were talking about those god-awful commercials for those Bratz monster dolls, and that one about a 'hydration station?' Like seriously, wtf. Maybe it's just my dirty mind…? And yuh, my dad just had hip surgery, so everyone's been bringing over shit-tons of food and cookies and stuff, and my brother said to my dad, 'Hey, you should have hip surgery more often' and my dad was like whatever, I'm an invalid.' If you were expecting a good end to that story, who cares. The point is, I'm a fatass.

And um, yeah. Sors bout the long intro, haha. Hope you like this chapter, don't forget to review! (:

~Enjoy!~


"It's so hard to do things right when all you ever do is ruin peoples' lives."

Halloween/All Hallow's Eve

"So tell me the game plan."

I was sitting with my right leg over the left, cushioned in a red, crushed-velvet chair with golden armrests. I relaxed my chin on my fist and awaited the information that Ronald was about to present.

He cleared his throat and raised a hand to shield his eyes; the sunlight was streaming in brightly from the window behind me. I didn't mind it; after all, it was not a hindrance to me. Ronald could deal.

"Well, I got the DNA from Grell as you asked," Knox seemed to stutter along.

"Very well," I congratulated. "Okay, so how am I going to get in?"

The usually chipper Shinigami fumbled through his jacket pocket until his fingers grappled onto a large golden object. He brought it out into full view and I was able to see the key for myself.

"This is to get out of the house and into the offices of the Shinigami Headquarters." He handed the shining key to me.

"Thanks, I'm already starting to feel like Alice as she enters Wonderland," I commented, a proud tone emancipating from my silver sheened lips. I fingered the gleaming object in my fingers, feeling the smooth surface from the cover of my black silk gloves.

"Can you explain the getup to me?" The reaper pointed out, gesturing at my Victorian-esque outfit.

"Oh, silly Ron," I derided in a condescending manner. "Don't you know it's Halloween?"

"Yes, but-"

"Don't worry, darling," I comforted. "Everyone at the office will be dressed up as well."

"I know, but usually only the lower-class reps do," Knox argued.

"You know, this house has an extensive assortment of materials," I mused thoughtfully whilst sipping from a half-full teacup. "Your Mad Hatter outfit is in back."

"But Seul-"

"If anyone asks, just tell them you're getting in the spirit," I interrupted. "You're a cheerful enough person as it is, no one should question it. Besides, I need to go in disguise to prevent being recognized. I assume I'm a pretty familiar face where you work, so going incognito is necessary."

"I guess that would be fine," the reaper gave in. "Anyway, here's the packet with all of Grell's genetic data that will be necessary to enter the room. Be sure not to touch any of it until you get to the security door. And keep wearing those gloves- they'll be needed so that you don't get your fingerprints on anything."

"Do you have directions for getting to the door?" I queried.

"Yes, right here," Ronald responded as he shuffled through his briefcase to find a small map with a bright red line and an 'x' to mark the door.

"How will I be able to get in?" I interrogated, firing off the questions like hail pelting a car window.

"Since it's Halloween, and the fact that souls will be roaming freely, the Headquarters uses it as a key opportunity to give the interns some real experience in the field," Knox informed me. "The security on the door will be lowered, and once you use Grell's fingerprints to get into the door, there will be a small chamber you will be let into, from where you will be out of sight but required to pass more procedures. I know a way to shut the security cameras down, but only for an hour. That is your time limit."

"Do you know where the Phantomhives' souls are kept?" I inquired.

"Yes, I have another diagram that shows a layout of the entire room. I will warn you, though, stay only in the chambers you need to go, don't go venturing out into the others. I'm just telling you now."

"Why?"

"You're already messing with a lot as it is, I can't risk more damage being done," Ronald warned. "And above all, don't get caught."

I giggled to myself. "I don't plan on it," I answered smartly.

"Alrighty, whatever," the shinigami responded. "But I have to head back and start preparing. I'll see once you get into the building, but from there it's all up to you how things go."

"Kk, don't forget your costume!" I hollered out at him and smirked in content as I heard the steps turn back and grab the handmade outfit.

I had a new idea brewing in my brain and it was going to taste wonderfully.


Hitching up the ends of my draping, sapphire gown, I waltzed up the stairs to my bedroom to finalize my plans for tonight.

Heading into the antique bathroom with the full-length mirror, I adjusted my freshly curled hair and tied on a black lace choker around my pale neck. I retied the matching bustier and corset and slipped on a set of petticoats. Sliding on a pair of stockings and garters, I was finished with my undergarments and fixed on the dress once again.

The gown had a ruffled sleeve that hung around my shoulders and filtered into the middle of the dress, up until about my waist. The rest of the dress was ruched draping that continued for a fair amount on the floor behind me.

I knelt down and fastened a sparkly pair of blue shoes that went along with my dress. Standing up, I leant forward into the mirror and applied a coat of dark violet lipstick. Gluing on false lashes, then going over them with another coat of mascara, I was reminded of my days back at Misery & Co.

Only with more clothing.

Grabbing my hat off the sink, I fixed it just so on my head so that it had the slightest amount of tilt. Content with my outfit, I went to go over the plans a few more times before tonight's show began.


Hey Miss Murder, can I?

Hey Miss Murder, can I?

Make beauty stay, if I

Take my life?


The golden sun was just setting when I finished preparing and went downstairs. Putting the information into a larger clutch I had found in the closet, I was about to slide the golden key into the lock when the doorbell rang.

Early trick-or-treaters? I wondered.

Grasping the handle to the large door, I heaved it open and found a surprise waiting for me.

"Jim? Chris?" I queried.

"Uh, yeah," Chris acknowledged. "I thought a lot about what you said the other day, and I just wanted to tell you that you were right."

"Um, remind what that was again?" I asked impatiently, wanting to get out of the house as soon as possible.

"Of how I should come to terms with who I am. I realized I was running from who I was all this time, and the only reason I took it out on people like Jim was because he reminded me of how ashamed I was of myself. And I can't explain how sorry I am for being like that."

"That's okay, hon!" Jim exclaimed as he squeezed Chris around the waist tightly, as if Chris was about to get away at any moment.

"But…it's not," Chris said as he bit his lip.

"Babe, if I say it is, it is," Jim consoled. "Anyway, Holley's having that Halloween party tonight, and she made us promise that we'd show up, together."

"Alright," Chris conceded. "Thanks a lot, Seul. I don't know really what you are, but I'm glad you were there for me. I guess you're sort of my guardian angel."

"Nah," I insisted. "I'm just trying to fix the things I messed up."

"Okay, if you say so," Chris shrugged. "By the way, are you going to a party too?"

I winked. "Something like that."

"Well, we're off!" Jim bid farewell and clasped Chris's hands in his own as they left my porch. "Hope to see you soon!"

"Me too," I muttered to myself, knowing that if this all went wrong, I had no chance of seeing them again.

Shutting the door, I inserted the key, and reopened it.


"Seul!" a voice hissed out at me when I stepped through the portal.

I ducked into a nearby corridor and found an ever-anxious Ronald standing there.

"Where were you? You're already fifteen minutes late!" he reproved.

"Psh, I just got caught up in some things. Had a few visitors." My tone was repressed and indifferent. Besides, my ass wasn't the one on the line. Well, it was, but I didn't really have as much to lose as ol' Knoxy.

"Seul! What did I tell you about interacting with the real world?!"

"Whatever," I waved off. "Anyway, did you get everything set up?"

"Yes, but you need to hurry up! The time is limited, and the cameras go off in two minutes, once everyone leaves. I need to get over to the main entrance by then, so you count down until that time and then enter the chamber. Best of luck, and most importantly-"

"Don't get caught," I finished. "I know, I know, I'll be super careful, Ronnie. Now get going, I can handle myself from here."

"Well, I worry, but it's all in your hands now," Ronald whined and shuffled off.

"The costume looks great on you!" I added as he left.

Checking the silver watch on my wrist, I waited for the two minutes to pass before carrying out my scheme.

Hitching up my skirts once again, I dashed down the hallways, in the path to the room where Ciel's soul was being contained. I was halfway there when a familiar voice called me out.

"Aren't you going the wrong direction? Everyone's heading to the main entrance at this time."

Turning around slowly, I thanked whatever deity there was that I had added on blonde hair extensions and a black sequined masquerade mask at the last minute.

Ana, in a black flapper dress with her hair up and strands of beads, was the one distracting me from my present mission.

"Yes, I know, I forget something back at the office," I lied, trying to disguise my voice.

"But, the offices are in the opposite direction."

Sheeeeet.

"Oh right, sorry," I giggled in an annoying falsetto. "Sorry, I just started here recently and I'm still trying to get the directions straight."

"Oh, that's no problem," Ana assured me. "Here, I'll take you to the offices. It'll be easier with someone who's more seasoned in this big building."

"No!" I shouted, before repeating myself, more calmly this time. "I mean, it'll be fine. I'm not in a big hurry. They told me to go home, actually, because I'm so new. I don't know enough for this experience to actually be profitable. So, uh, I bet you have work, and I'll find my way in time to get home in time."

Yeah, that sounded convincing right?...What am I saying, I'm so screwed…

"Okay, if that's fine with you!" Ana gave in. "I really have to get going, but I hope you can find your way alright!"

Once she was out of sight, I let out a relieved sigh. God, I thought there was no way I was getting out of that one…

Checking my watch, I noted that seven minutes had already passed. Fifty-three minutes to get what I needed and make it back to my house in time. Piece of cake, right?


A few more minutes passed before I located the door I was looking for. Fetching the envelope with Grell's prints in it, I carefully slid them out of their thin packaging and pressed them lightly against the scanner. The blue bar onscreen slid up and down a few times before it beeped and let me inside of the in-between passage.

The metal door slid shut behind me once I was safely in, and another scanner came up, this one for the retinas. Grabbing another bag with the necessary materials, I passed that check. When the voice recognition mic popped up, I grabbed the voice recorder and pressed the 'play' button. An exuberant voice announced, "Grell Sutcliff!" and the last test appeared. All I had to do was enter a simple password, which was mainly just copying down what Knox had written on the sheet.

Unfortunately, the password bar wouldn't accept the code, and I wondered if they had changed it since then. On a whim, I typed in the first strand of letters and numbers that came to my head and punched them in. And by some sort of divine power, it worked.

CJPX217

Hm, who knew that my own name would be the passcode?

Hesitantly, I closed my clothed hand over the handle and said a silent prayer. It clicked open and I stepped wondrously inside. With a small slam, the door shut behind me, locking me into the room for the next forty-five minutes.

Following the descript directions written on the map that Ronald Knox gave to me, I wandered between the large expanse of corridors and shelves. The room cast a sort of dark blue shadow on the walls, with no window to let in any form of light. Not that it would matter, it was already too dark to see outside.

In glass cases, I could see floating orbs with the same mauve color substance that had appeared in the test tube when Ana had taken some of my soul tissue. At the end of each row, a torn, frayed book inscribed with the words, 'To Die,' lay unused.

It must contain the lists of all the souls for that row, I realized.

Meandering through the last few glass shelves, I was almost at my destination. I noted the special vault containing my family and friend's souls. Next to their case I noticed another special plaque reading, 'Queen Elizabeth I'. Holy shit, I was in the only feet away from the soul of the Queen of England!

Calm down, I told myself, you're here for Ciel's soul, not royalty.

Punching the lock code written down on the map, I hoped that this one would at least work. A tiny beep let me know that my prayers had been heard. Spinning the wheel to open up the vault, I saw a crystal-walled interior. Inside, were several rows of soul balls, or whatever you wanted to call them, with about ten-twenty per row.

Lol, what if I threw Ciel's and was like, "Ciel, I choose you!"

…what? They look like Pokeballs!

Anyway, he'd probably be some lameass seal Pokémon…Wait, I am him, so would that mean I'd be a lameass seal Pokémon as well?

…Damn it all.

One orb glistened more than the others and reached out to it. Right as I was about to grasp it, I heard a voice call out, "Don't touch that!"

I looked around for the source of the voice, but couldn't seem to locate it.

"Down here, dipshit."

Another spherule glowed twice and I found it to be the one that had spoken to me. Picking it up, I unscrewed the bottom from the top and watched the soul vapor dissipate into thin air.

Suddenly, spiraling down from the ceiling, Ciel's form began to take shape. He looked impatient and was crossing his arms to match the insolent look upon his face.

"What's up?" I asked sheepishly.

"You," he called out harshly. "What do you think you're doing here? Can't you just leave me to rest?"

"I'm not the one who started this whole mess," I argued. "That was your sassy boyfriend, and as long as I'm still alive, you can't be put to rest."

"Why are you still alive?" Ciel queried. "When you cheated and 'defeated' me, I was transferred immediately to the recent captured souls offices. They were quite shocked to find me, but then I was sent to this high-security room where I thought I might be able to find peace."

"There was no such cheating," I insisted. "And I left Sebastian after I won my body back, and then had Undertaker make it so that I never existed."

"Gah, you're such an idiot!" Ciel remarked. "That's the last thing you should have done! You've only made your situation worse, you imbecile. Let me guess, after that happened, one of the Shinigami found you immediately and sent you to one of their abandoned houses?"

"…Would you get mad if I told you that that was exactly what happened?"

"Oh my god, my modern self is such an halfwit!" Ciel complained. "Are you here to bother me because you think that I have some sort of answer to your predicament? Well guess what, I'm not your panacea. Go find someone else!"

"But, you're me," I asserted. "You must have some knowledge that can help me out."

"What do you expect me to tell you?" Ciel contended. "That you can put a bandage over your mistakes and everything will be alright? That the Shinigami will figure something out and make it so that you are able to go back to the world you once knew? Or that they will assure that this is all some big misunderstanding, and you're free to go whenever you want?

Well, here's a reality check for you, Seul. First, nothing's going to work out in the end. You think that at the end of your Cinderella tale that someone will come to make everything alright. But this isn't some fairytale. No one's coming to save you and nothing's going to ever be the way it was. You've messed it up and there's no fixing it.

Second, you are going to be stuck here for a while, so you might as well get used to your surroundings. Look around, that's where you'll live out eternity. You won't go to college, you won't get married, you won't buy a house, and you won't have kids. You also won't retire, or send your kids off to college, or become a grandparent or die and have a funeral."

His harsh words brought tears to my eyes, not only because what he was saying was true, but also because he was speaking from experience. He had lived that way, and while the first parts were true, the rest weren't. He never got to see his own son, or hear his first words, or see his first steps, or be present at his first birthday party.

Ciel had lived an entire lifetime, several lifetimes actually, but had never gotten the joys out of a mortal's way of life. He had missed his chance, and in exchange, everything was slowly ripped away from him. And…Sebastian tried to recreate him, I see now, not for his own personal desires, but so that Ciel could have a chance at a normal life. It might be in a completely different day and age, but…it was still something.

But instead of another Ciel…it was me. A terrible excuse for a Phantomhive.

In my lack of mental absence, Ciel had trailed off in his speech, watching as single teardrops dripped off my cheek onto the cold, tile ground. I shamefully, wiped them away with the edge of my glove and turned my attention back to Ciel.

I wanted to whisper to him, apologize to him, and comfort him for his loss of life. Of his loss at everything he wanted to be, and how I had screwed up that second chance. I…I was everything nobody wanted.

"As I was saying," Ciel started again. "Um…" he lost his place and turned his head away. "…shit."

"I'm sorry," I breathed, unleashing the words I had so longed to say.

Ciel turned back, only to rebuke me. "You need to go. I don't have anything more to offer you. You ruined all your chances at having something. But it doesn't matter. You're in the same predicament as me, and that's that. Bye."

Before I could stop him, he started evaporating into particles of evanesce, refilling the orb to the top, at which point the lid lifted off the floor and screwed itself back on. I placed the sphere back into the vault, shut the door, and gave the wheel a good spin.

I briskly checked my watch, noting that I had five minutes left to make it back to my realm before the cameras returned to normal. Picking up the ends of my long Victorian skirts, I sashayed along against the clock.

I was halfway to the door when I heard it.

"Tick Tock, Miss Phantomhive."

That voice, I knew. I knew it all too well.

Leaving caution behind, I rushed through the shelves as fast as one can in a twenty-pound Victorian dress. I heard a splintering crash behind me, as I realized I had just shattered someone's important soul. With my reckless abandon, I ended up smashing a couple more orbs.

"The time's counting down. Better hurry before the clock strikes twelve," the voice boomed throughout the entire room.

"No! Get away! Get away from me!" I shrieked and fled down the paths at an even more rapid pace than before. "Help! Someone help me!"

"Time's almost up, duchess!" The voice screeched ragingly.

"Stop! Stop it now!" I responded hysterically.

I saw the door, and shut my eyes and I barreled for it.

And I barreled right into William T. Spears.


"What do we have here?" he questioned rhetorically.

"I-I-I-" I stuttered, unable to find my words.

"Let's go," he growled, grabbing my arm roughly and heaving me through the barriers to the outside. "You've made enough of a mess as it is."

He threw me into the open hallway, where a lobby of bystanding Shinigami were waiting. I made eye contact with Ronald Knox for a split second, and I couldn't even begin to describe the look of pity in his green-yellow eyes.

A few professional looking Shinigami in business suits weaved through the crowd and wrenched me off the ground into their firm grasp. My heart was pounding out of my chest, my eardrums ready to explode. I squeezed my eyelids over my pupils, hoping that when I opened them, this awful nightmare would disappear.

But no, the horrid reality was still awaiting me. I flailed about, trying to free myself from the clenched hands on my wrists and shoulders.

"Get off me!" I shouted. "Help! God, someone help me now! I can't, I can't go out like this!"

I looked desperately at all the spectators. "Please, someone, I'm begging you! Help me out! I don't deserve this! You need to help me!"

But they didn't move an inch. Because they knew the punishment for going into the forbidden room.

"Stop! Stop it! Please, oh god, please let me go," I sobbed, falling to my knees, still restrained by the security guards. "I can't go out like this, it, it wasn't supposed to end like this…"

"…I…still have so much to say," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. "I…still have so much to do. This can't be…it."

No one said anything, they just stood there, silently judging me. And before I knew it, I was being ripped off the dirty floor, and away through the meticulously white doors. I kicked my legs out, struggling to escape, as horrified screams escaped my pale pink lips.

"HELP! SOMEONE, HELP ME! GAah!" a hand was slapped over my mouth but I continued to murmur helplessly as they dragged me away.

Away from my one last safe haven.

Away from my sanity.

Away…

…Forever.


'Cause all I know is we said hello

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name, everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed.


Sup, lil' drunkies. Lawl. Umm…guys? Remember 6 chapters ago when I said this story was almost over?...Yeah, I lied. You can expect at least 4-5 more chapters, heh. Sorry bout that, lolz.

Oh yeah, and today my Spanish teacher told us she is going deaf in one ear because she went to too many LaCray concerts. Then she explained that La Cray is like a black female rapper, think the Christian version of Nicki Minaj. Then she went on and on about LifeFest, which is some crazy Christian festival where they listen to what my friends have dubbed "C-Rock" (a.k.a. Christian Rock. Ohmygod, they play the Christian radio station in our locker rooms and it all sounds like Nickelback! Then a song will come on with a familiar riff, but then you realize it isn't your favorite song, just a Jesus knock-off of it. Lol, and today, my friend and I were in the locker room before school started, and I started singing some other song I had stuck in my head, and my friend had a momentary freakout where she thought I was singing along to the C-Rock. She was like, "I thought you knew that song, and were singing along to it. If that had happened, I wouldn't be friends with you anymore."…Awesome friends I have, right? Omg, the horrors of private school.) and praise Jesus and shit.

Thank. For reading this. Happy Halloween?

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, "Miss Murder" by AFI, and "Everything Has Changed" by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran.