A/N: I do not own Black Butler, (if I did, I would probably be making a season 3) I only own the plot to this story, my OCs are based on real people sooooo… I guess I own their new names? Anywaysssssss, enjoy!

Grell and Sammi arrived first, the wheels of their carriage slowly sneaking onto the Phantomhive property. Sadly, Grell had to cut off her long, beautiful red locks to make her look more manly. Sammi, on the other hand, had to dye her hair ginger to let her blend in more with all the other guests at the manor. As they stepped out of the carriage together, Grell let out a slight growl.

"This is what they made me cut my hair for? A rich-con? Please. Who came up with this IDIOTIC, HEARTBREAKING IDEA"

"Grell please. Calm. Down. You're worse than Lela! And you shouting won't exactly help keep us undercover"

"Yes, yes. Whatever! Let's just get all of this over with so I can get back my gorgeous red locks" she whined, frowning with tears in her eyes. Sammi patted her shoulder and sighed.

"It's ok, just try act as posh as possible"

Grell simply nodded and, with Sammi's arm interlocked in her's, they walked into the manor together.

One step inside and their jaws dropped to the floor.

"Ohhh MYYY~ THIS PLACE IS STUN-"

Grell was suddenly interrupted, while loudly admiring the big hall, in a rather feminine tone.

"Grell. You're. Supposed. To. Be. A. Guyyyy."

"Ugh. Fine. But I don't think I can do that for very long"

Sighing, he cleared his throat and deepened his voice before asking Sammi;

"Would you like to join me on the dance floor?"

Sammi was both shocked and impressed by the red reaper's vocal skills and nodded. He took her hand, dragged her to the dance floor and the music began to play...

One step and everyone else faded away, it was just Grell and Sammi now; together forever, hypnotised by each other's emerald eyes, their gazes stopping the natural flow of time. Step after step, caught up in the moment. Caught up in the romantic music. Caught up in the twists and turns and the soothing rhythm of their fantasy.

Sadly, time soon speed up again and all the people reappeared.

"Care for another dance?"

Grell questioned, but before even getting an answer, they were both back on the dance floor, continuing their daydream, never wanting to wake up again.

Here came Jess and Ronald. It was awkward, to put it bluntly. They weren't sure whether to hook arms or hold hands or just not do anything and stand there. Jess glanced across the hall and was amazed by the fountain of champagne towered up next to a window; she elbowed the absent-minded ginger next to her and pointed at the masterpiece of art on the other side of the hall. They looked at each other and gradually a devilish smirk crawled onto their faces.

"This night may be more fun than I thought." Jess cackled

"You might be just be right, hon"

Just a little while later, they were downing glass after glass of champagne, wine and whatever else they happened to find was being served.

They had somehow gotten lost now. In an empty corridor with one door at the end of it. Jess stepped closer and reached for the handle. The hallway was dark, only lighted by a few candles lined along the wall.

"Jess, maybe we should get back to the party"

"Don't you want to know what's behind this door"

He stared at the entrance in front of him, thought it over and said;

"I don't think we should go snooping without telling the rest of the group where we're going. Curiousity killed the cat!"

"And satisfaction brought it back" Jess said with smug expression on her face.

Ronald was stunned, having no come back… AT ALL. He stopped and thought again and was finally able to convince himself to just go with it.

"Fine."

"HA" Jess twisted the handle, and what she saw was breathtaking. "It's… IT'S A WINE ROOM!"

Could this night get any better? Maybe. Maybe not.

Meanwhile, Lela and Will were still on their way. The carriage was dead silent, not in an awkward way but in a boring way, well for Lela at least. She was gazing out the carriage window,desperately longing for some sort of entertainment.

"Are we there yet?" she whined.

"No."

The blunt reply was hardly enough for the raven-haired girl, so she decided to try spark up a conversation with the cold-hearted reaper in front of her. He seemed to be reading a book of some sort, it didn't look very professionally made, as if still just a draft. This kindled her curiousity, so she just straight up asked;

"What'cha reading?"

"A book written by Thomas Wallis, a gentleman whose soul I had to collect, along with Grell, for my final examinations. It's actually quite a literary masterpiece, although he never got to publish it. He was run over by a carriage before he was able to, he was so caught up in getting to the book publishers on time, that he didn't watch where he was going." His voice was cold and emotionless, not even a hint of pity. Lela was speechless, but was able to mutter out a few words.

"...That's...that's horrible." what seemed like a rare sight, Lela had a frown on her face, a real, soul piercing frown.

"Bringing your emotions into your work is a waste of time."

"Huh." Lela was in disbelief and asked yet another question. "But without emotions, how are we supposed to judge and understand the person whose soul we're reaping?"

"Reaping is a science, a job, a punishment. It isn't supposed to be fun. Now i suggest you focus, we've arrived" he stepped out, took Lela's hand and lifted her from the carriage. "Try to blend in as much as possible, humans here are different from the ones in the city-"

"I'm not stupid. I've been around rich people my entire human life. It was boring. But i know how to fit in with these kind of people"

William nodded and stated "Whatever you say."