The streets of London can be cold and cruel and utterly intolerable. For those who did not have the resources or life to live and endure it. Their time was wasted away and forgotten. Sadly. Not a single warmth or light of kindness was presented unless for a purpose or price. Not many if any care, so they faded away into nothing. No one knew of them.

Unmarked graves were all that was left of them.

Nature would have its way and take back the wasted life. Succumbing to it was all one could do and except.

But, that was in the past. No one would have to except such an end, they would not. Not when there was a shimmering light of warmth held before them, offering a place to stay and place to live. And most importantly a new beginning. Their time would not be wasted or tossed aside, they would be sheltered from the cold and protected.

The doors where always open and if not all one had to do was just knock and they would be greeted. Not a single soul was to be turned away. Not to a place a that offered all one needed and craved for, for the unwanted and cast outs. For those seeking...for more time.

Feverish eyes look upon the safe haven before them, holding close in their arms another, who too looked with their green feverish eyes as their spouse upon what would give them what they so desired. In their cold and numbing hands squeezing with an iron grip, as their teeth chattered, paper leading them here. Looking down at the address double checking to make sure it was right, hold each other tightly and walk up to the door with frozen footsteps. Reaching the door knock a few times and wait.

Oh, how they hoped and prayed they could be accepted. Their bodies already endured more than normal and felt like it was aging when they themselves were young. A cold updraft came, blowing the paper out of their grip. Shivering violently now, knock again and again with the bit of strength they had left. Slowly depleting, fall to their knees clinging to the each other. Crying for the end...this was the end everything was going, everything was going to be over just like this.

Just...just more time...just another chance.

Feeling their eyelids shutting to the darkness when a bit of light presents itself and gentle hand rest on their shoulder. "Oh," a kindly voice spoke. Their eyes reflecting the same, look at the young before them, on their last breath knew right away their reason for being here. Holding their kerosene lamp over them, see more and gasp at the sight.

Turning their head back inside call for assistance quickly. Turning back to the couple and without thinking they take off their coat covering them. Enduring the harsh elements for them. In a few seconds, their assistance arrived and quickly picked up the young couple, taking them inside.

"Quickly draw a bath, and warm up some food. They will need it, for their strength is nearly faded."

A hearing to the orders do them, while a few took the couple. Relieved they would be saved, turn back around and look out to see if anyone else might be in need, to find none and shut the door.

A restless night on the streets in London was the not the only place, at the manor, in his room on his bed Ciel slept as best he could. Remaining still, his hand subconsciously reaches and feels around. Fussing just a little as if expecting something to happen. Feeling a little shiver run through his body groggily opens his eye just a bit looking in one spot. Blinking once, then another...by now he was sure...someone would have come in and...covered him softly. Tucking him the same, the same was done when he fell asleep a few times in his study or anytime he slept. He'd find himself covered. Odd really. Yet, he wasn't.

Moving just a tad bit, stop when he felt himself being covered, just...no light stroking on his head to follow. It didn't matter, covered now he could rest in his sleep.

Carefully exiting the Earl's room, shuts the door as light as possible so they would not wake them. Spoil child he was. Despite it all and in either refusal or denial he wished for their presence.

How deplorably sweet, Sebastian smiles to himself. The halls quiet and clean. Nothing but the long hours of the night filled this emptiness. Oh, to sleep would be such wonderful luxury, but, being a demon one knew that was all it was...a luxury. One he could not indulge in, not when his mind had other..oblingations and tasks to tend to. And with the time of loneliness he had, he would be able to do it. Without being occupied or derailed by anything idiotic or little scurrying feet making their way to Ciel's room. Or...their sudden sleepwalking and jabbering.

Peace and a clear mind at last. Walking down the hall in the same direction they've been taking since they've been gone, though he could reach it in an instant, Sebastian felt this night meant for a stroll. And a stroll he took.

Reaching the spot stops before the door, normally, he'd have to knock but now...he didn't. At least for the time being. Opening the door he enters. Taking a small whiff of them, their scent still lingered despite the motionless use of the room.

There was something here...that pulsated life...no it wasn't life, it was something else, he could feel it. Just as he did back in the townhouse. It resonated faintly, it glowed. He saw it once, one night coming from this room. It was quick and flashed. Caused a strange feeling throughout his body, that...left an unusual craving. Not the one he would have for a meal...no it was something else. It burned just a little. Just a little.

Why? He still was still trying to figure that out. From day one, the second he and his master meet her, he knew there was something. The way she reacted with such speed and strength he knew and felt held back. The look those bright eyes became dark and skilled. He saw her hand ready to strike in an area that would incapacitate or severely wound a normal human. Should she hold back. Her strength wasn't the unusual attribute about her, no, her hair? Of spring, no. Those illuminating eyes, that clearly were not human. No. That wasn't it. It was something much deeper, deeper than anyone saw on the surface. Covered by flesh and skin. A costume he began to call it.

What was it? Where his senses playing a trick on him? Their youngest sister had one, an actual human soul. Not...something different. It was a soul..then not really. It was filled then swept with darkness. What was it? What fine line was she walking on? What did those honey eyes hide?

Not a demon? Not human? Not a Grim Ripper? Then...what?

What secrets did she have? Every encounter they had...was always interrupted. They both played their part in front of all eyes, but, behind curtains, true colors were revealed. To be quickly masked again.

Moving through the room like a phantom Sebastian's eyes carefully look at everything. Nothing had changed. Nothing out place, trailing a gloved hand delicately over the vanity, over everything coated with her scent. Everything she touched. His sifting eyes saw nothing...nothing on the surface. Taking off his glove presses his hand on slightly on her pillow.

Yes. He could feel it. His body felt it all throughout. This sensation that left his hand burned. Looking at it, it was the same back at the townhouse..before. Slowly his hand began to heal.

So, she had it here as well. He thought as much, it felt like a blessing...then again not really.

Picking up the pillow this time with his hand gloved inhales deeply. Taking another one, this was as close he could get to her. Just to be sure he takes another one and sets it down.

His eyes glow fixated. Fascinated. Walking around through the room, he stops at the bookshelf and hones on something he was surprised he didn't notice before. Reaching for it, moving aside a few things plucks it from it's safe and hidden spot. His eyes move over it, light up with its deliciousness. Licking his lips. With a rich smile.

Lightly touches his lips. He now understood a little more, it explained more for him and what he wondered. The long hours where surely his for the time being and he relished in it. And he would soon do more. Thinking back to her scent, those mysterious eyes that remained closed and shut, he now found a secret entrance. This meant so much.

Pleased by this find, there was something else...that dangled temptingly in him. A thirst one would say that was needed to be quenched. Having his fill of information, for now, puts it back where it was and leaves. Though not before doing one more thing.

Shutting the doors after finishing, takes out his pocket watch and reads the time. "Oh, dear, is that the time?" He turns slightly looking out the window, the sun was barely starting to rise. "Goodness me, it is nearly morning. The young master would not be pleased if I am late. And I haven't even made breakfast yet." He looks at the watch again. "Time surely goes by fast." Closing and tucking it away hurries to start the morning. With a smile.

For some reason you sneezed, you weren't sure why, but you did. Which was rather odd, because...no that was just a superstition. Donnie told you it was one, then again April always did sneeze when Donnie thought of her.

Dabbing your nose a little, to sneeze once more. Where you coming down with something? That was impossible really, you'd never been sick before. Nor could you really.

Well...you weren't sure in this era. Touching your forehead, everything seem fine. Everything looked fine, considering how tired you looked and sore you still felt. Your body needed to rest, it needed to heal. Everything just ached. All of it just ached. Burned one might say.

But, you had to do it. You had no choice, you chose this. For them. For her. You could not let that in her life, she had to live a free and kind life. It was what you promised, what you decided to do. What you left everything for. Let her remained in her bliss forever. As long as she was safe. And happy. Looking down at your slight bruised hands from all the lessons, there where also nicks and scrapes too. It would be easy to heal, it surely would...but...

A knock came to your door before you could finish that thought. Rising from your bed, get up and walk over. Ignoring every step and with a trembling hand grip the doorknob, opening it. Putting on a smile despite it tempted to fall.

"Yes?"

"Good morning, Madam." Marian greets you. Bowing. "I hope I have not woken you."

She was always so polite. "No, you haven't." And sneeze.

"Are you alright?" she asked worriedly.

You nod. To sneeze again. "Yes, I am. Perhaps someone is thinking of me." You joke lightly, laughing.

She follows your humor and shares it with you. "You are quite comical, madam. My reasoning for being here is that your Aunt has requested your presence."

Stepping aside you let her in. Shutting the door, though not before sneezing again. Seriously, you wondered, did you have allergies?