A/N: Thank you very much to everyone that read my first chapter. The only thing I have to say about this chapter is that there will be violence. Oh, and special thanks to: Paxloria and VampireSiren for being my first reviewers. You guys are awesome! Since, you two were my first reviewers then you get the opportunity to ask any question you want. I will answer as best I can without spoiling the story for you. Enjoy everyone! ^_^

Paxloria: You are correct. Strigoi is another word for vampire. There's a reason the story is named that way. Anyway, congratulations in noticing that. You are very observant. Thank you for reviewing and enjoy! ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. The only thing I own are my OC's.

Crazy Psycho

(Scarlett's P.O.V)

I boarded the jet and instantly went to take a seat by the window. I learned that the name of the girl that would be watching over me was Katie. She told me that if I needed anything I should just press the blue button by my seat and she would come to me immediately. I simply nodded at her in understanding then grabbed my sketch book and began working on my design. I was sure that the finished product would come no where close to what I was working on at the moment, but I was bored. I thought it best to go ahead and brain-storm ideas.

Eventually, I decided I wanted to listen to some music also. So, I pulled my iPod out of my front pocket and placed my earbuds in. I then pressed play and began listening to music. I simply continued on working until I grew bored of attempting to find the perfect design. I placed my sketch book on my lap then leaned my head against the head rest. For some reason, I unconsciously began to play with my locket. It was almost like I had an urge to protect it. I wasn't sure why, but I simply felt that way. It was quite odd. I had never felt the urge to protect the locket be so great. Hopefully, this wasn't a sign of something bad. No way, I didn't believe in superstitions.

I was taken out of my thoughts by Katie offering me a drink. I declined because I didn't drink alcohol. I thanked her for her offer and asked her if she could simply bring me a bottle of water. She agreed and left me alone once again. I then looked down at my sketch pad and realized that I hadn't actually closed it. I had actually shut it to a picture I had drawn of my baby brother Isaac.

I smiled slightly as I looked at the sketch of my baby brother. I had sketched him wearing his favorite school uniform. Which consisted of navy blue pants and a similar blazer. He wore a black under-shirt and black shoes. I had it to where his tie was properly adjusted and he was holding his books in his hand. I had given him a happy smile because that was the way I remembered him. I remembered him as the boy that was always happy and could make anyone simply burst out laughing. He was a happy, joyful boy that I loved very much.

As I stared at the picture, I noticed that it was lacking something. I just wasn't sure what. I concentrated carefully until it finally hit me. Color. It was missing what my brother actually represented. My baby brother represented light, brightness, happiness, simply anything alive and beautiful. I instantly pushed the blue button and asked Katie to bring me some map pencils and crayons. She agreed, then said she would be over in a minute. I stared down at the picture of my brother and smiled in content. I had always thought my drawing of him lacked something. It made me very happy to finally realize exactly what it was.

Katie returned with my coloring utensils and bottle of water soon after. I completely ignored the water and began coloring in the sketch of my brother. I colored, shaded, and did everything I could to make it just perfect. I did his uniform, his skin tone, and even his small books. I even added the side wall of his school in the background. I worked on making the picture of my baby brother perfect for what seemed like forever to me.

As I was adding the finishing touches, I felt Katie shake my shoulder. I looked up at her and asked what the problem was. She merely smiled and replied that we had already landed. Huh, that was faster than I expected. I nodded at her then asked her to just give me 90 more seconds. She seemed hesitant at first, but she complied nonetheless. I carefully finished the final touches around my brother's uniform and smiled completely content at my work well done. I carefully shut my sketch book and pulled my ear plugs out. I had had the volume on low that way I would be able to here Katie when she was talking to me.

I held my sketch book carefully to my side and quickly placed my iPod in my pocket. I then rose from my chair and walked towards the door. Once I reached it, there were small steps to help me walk down. I walked them down carefully and was met by a different man in a black suit already waiting for me with my suitcase. I thanked him politely then asked him where I was supposed to go. He simply answered that he would be taking me to the hotel in a car that was waiting for us.

I looked over to the left and saw a black car with dark tinted windows waiting for us just like he said. I sighed in slight aggrivation at the car. Sometimes my mom could go a bit over board with the whole protecting me deal. I simply nodded at the man then said.

"I'm ready."

He nodded as well then pulled my suitcase towards the car. I walked right behind him and watched him as he easily placed my suitcase in the trunk. He then opened the back door for me and helped me get in. I thanked him again and he simply gave me a small smile. Then he quickly dashed to the driver's side and took off down the road.

London was absolutely amazing! The architecture and design was simply gorgeous. The buildings were magnificent and very well built. I simply admired the sights all the way to the hotel in complete awe. This place was outstandingly beautiful. We soon pulled up to the hotel and the driver instantly came to open my door. I stepped outside, holding my sketch book securely to my side, and realized it was slowly reaching night time. There was no doubt in my mind that London was much more precious during night time.

I stood by the car and watched as the people of London went about their evening. There were men and women walking casually down the streets, going in and out of different shops. Taxi cars and other vehicles drove casually down the streets. Some went by quickly while others calmly took their time. I looked over across the street and saw a small boy walking his dog. His parents were following close behind him while talking to each other.

I found it a bit amusing as the boy, who appeared to be no older than four, struggled with the small dog. The smile instantly left my face as I saw the dog become loose and take off running. While in the process pulling the poor little boy down, and knocking him to the floor. I then watched as the dog instantly came running towards the direction of the hotel. Which, unfortunately, happened to be exactly where I was standing. Being completely honest, I wasn't exactly a huge dog fan. I was thinking of turning around and making a run for the hotel, when I suddenly heard the little boy yell.

"Come back, Rex!"

I watched in absolute horror as the little boy took off running down the street, completely ignoring his parents calls. It was almost as if fate was against the poor boy, who was covered all in mud, from his fall earlier. The reason I claimed that was because at that same time a car, driving in a completely unreasonable speed, turned the curb. My eyes instantly widened as my brain processed what was about to happen. Speeding car + little boy running across the street = death of the little boy.

I watched as the boy was finally able to grab a hold of the dog's leash, while standing right in the middle of the street. Then it was as if time had suddenly frozen in place because I watched as the small boy slowly lifted his eyes to look directly at me. As soon as his crystal blue eyes met mine, only one thing crossed my mind.

Isaac.

After that, it was as if time instantly restarted and I watched the little boy quickly turn around towards the direction of the car. I watched in horror as his beautiful blue eyes instantly grew wide in pure terror. Without even thinking, I ran straight towards the boy and shoved him out of the way. I instantly felt myself fly straight into the air and then come crashing down. The last thing I was able to see was the little boy staring at me in horror from across the street.

*Strigoi*

When I was finally able to open my eyes, I wanted to simply go back to sleep, and hope for a sight that actually made sense. Why on earth were there carriages on the streets? Also, why were people dressed all weird? The women were wearing some of the most outragesously huge dresses I had ever seen, and the women wearing them didn't even look old. The men wore more normal clothing, but they still looked a bit odd. Not only that, but the weather was also a bit freaky. How had it gotten so cold out of sudden?

What on earth was going on? What happened to the little boy? Also, why on earth had nobody helped me yet! That's just plain messed up. Maybe I was just dreaming. Wait, was it even possible to dream within a dream? If I was dreaming about my "supposed" trip to London then this couldn't be a dream too? Could it? Maybe I should have asked the driver to pinch me when I got out of the car. That would have certainly proven if I what was happening was real, or if I was just dreaming. Okay, I was defintely going to ask someone to pinch me this time because all of this was just plain nuts.

If I didn't know any better, I would've thought I went back in time and landed in old England. Since, I knew that wasn't possible. I had to think of a different explanation. I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was lying in a dark alley. Yeah, lets just throw her in the alley. She'll wake up soon. If not, who cares? I was going to have a few choice words for the person who threw me here. How on earth do I go from saving a little boy in the middle of the street to lying in a dark nasty alley? That just doesn't happen.

I slowly sat up and rubbed the back of my head gently. Man, that car sure could hit. I looked over to my left and saw something lying on the ground. I crawled towards it and nearly screamed in joy. It was my sketch book! Not only that, but it was also completely unharmed! No nasty water stains or any other damage to it! Yay! I instantly grabbed my sketch book and held it tightly against my chest. I then slowly managed to rise to my feet and I instantly looked around me.

To say I was shocked was a total understatement. My suitcase was here! How in the world did that get here? Didn't the car driver have it with him? I simply sighed and waked over to it. I pulled out the handle and began dragging out of the alley. I held my sketch book tightly to my side and dragged my suitcase along the side of the street.

Seriously, was today national dress like the 1800's day or what? Why on earth were people dressed that way? As I stared at them strangely, they stared at me with what looked like disgusted and horrified expressions. What on earth was their deal? I wasn't the one dressed from a different time period. Maybe this was just a part of town that liked dressing similar to the old days. Yeah, that had to be it. All I had to do now was go back to the modern part of town and I would be able to get back to the hotel. Alright, operation get back to reality was under way.

As I was walking down the street, I could here a couple of women whispering. Or, at least attempting to whisper, say.

"She has no class! How can she dress that way?"

"She is exposing too much shoulder and leg!"

Uhhhhhhh ... okay ... ? ? ?

"Is she even wearing a corset?"

Corset? Since, when do people in the 21st century wear corsets? They really took this whole 1800's deal seriously.

"Those shoes should not be worn by a lady!"

I knew that guys were the ones that mainly wore Jordans, but that didn't mean I couldn't wear them too. Also, since when do people say the word, "lady"?

"How highly improper!"

"Not even prostitutes dress in such a fashion!"

Okay, that was a bit harsh. I wasn't even dressed provactively or inappropriately. My shirt wasn't low-cut, and I was wearing Caprise. They didn't cover my legs completely, but they did cover the major part of them. These women seriously had no idea what the true definition of improper was. Also, it wasn't any of their business how prostitutes dressed. If they didn't like it then don't look at them. It's that simple, sheesh.

"What on earth is she carrying with her?"

Uh, a sketch book and a suitcase. Since, when was that something unique?

"Never mind that, look at her hair! It has blue in it!"

I know people who have purple and pink in their hair, lady. Mine isn't that great.

"Indeed, what kind of properly lady has her hair in such a way?"

"I feel bad for her father. He must be so ashamed."

At that one, I instantly snapped. I turned to glare at them sharply then replied angrily.

"My father is dead, so keep him out of your gossiping mouths. Or, I assure you all that things will turn ugly."

They instantly gasped. Then one of them immediately replied arrogantly.

"How dare you threaten me! I am ..."

I merely narrowed my eyes at her and replied coldly.

"I could care less about who you are. Do not speak of my deceased father in such a way ever again. This is your one and only warning."

With that, I turned my back on them and walked around the block. I could hear the woman screeching several things after me, but I ignored her. I didn't give two flying fish about what people thought or said about me, but my father was a different story. Nobody spoke wrongly about my father and got away with it.

My father had always been a great father to me and my brothers. He had never struck us even once in his life and he was always very understanding with us as well. He was an extremely wise man, and he taught us many of the things he knew. My little brother Isaac had barely turned five when our father was shot and murdered while on the job. His job? I wasn't exactly sure what he did. The only thing he told me was that he worked for the government. Other than that, I had no idea about his work.

I simply sighed and lowered my head towards the floor. Thinking about my father made me sad. I missed him very much. I continued walking forward without really paying attention to my surroundings. I was actually brought back to reality by tripping over something that was lying on the floor. My suitcase fell behind me and my sketch-book flew forwards. I landed flat on my face and I instantly groaned in pain. I took a deep breath and looked up slightly.

When I looked up, I realized my sketch-book was no longer on the floor. What was there was a pair of black shoes. I instantly pushed myself up from the floor, and saw a man dressed in all black holding my sketch-book. He had opened it and was staring at a certain picture in complete awe. I simply furrowed my eyebrows then said.

"Ahem!"

At that, he instantly looked up at me and I realized that his face was covered by a mask. It wasn't exactly a mask. It was more like the type of masks worn at masquerade parties. Okay, today was definitely some sort of holiday where people got to dress differently. What kind of normal person wore a masquerade mask in the streets?

He simply regarded me with a creepy smile on his face, and I just wanted to walk away from him. He had my sketch-book, though, and I wasn't going to leave it with him. That had all of my Kuroshitsuji drawings and the drawing of my little brother. I would much rather punch him in the face then let him have it. He then turned my sketch-book to where I would be able to see it rightly. Then he pointed at the picture of Isaac and asked in a rough voice.

"Do you know him?"

I simply stared at him strangely then replied.

"Of course, I know him. He's my little brother. Why do you ask?"

His eyes then seemed to pop right out of his sockets in pure disbelief. Was it that hard to believe Isaac was my brother? People always told me that he looked more like my son than my brother. Maybe they were just exaggerating. I was brought out of my thoughts by him saying.

"The Earl is your little brother?"

Earl? What was he talking about? I simply stared at him with confused look on my face and asked.

"The who?"

He simply narrowed his eyes at me then said sternly.

"You just claimed that the Earl is your brother. Did you just lie to me?"

I simply scratched the top of my head in complete confusion and replied.

"Listen mister, I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't know who this Earl guy is, but he's not my brother. My brother is the boy in that picture you just pointed to."

He frowned then replied almost annoyed.

"Exactly, that is the Earl of Phantomhive."

I simply frowned then asked in pure curiuosity.

"Yeah, he's a Phantomhive. How did you know that? Do you know my mom? Or, did you know my father?"

He became slightly flustered with my question. He instantly backed away from me and looked around everywhere. That wasn't a good sign. My father had always told me that when a person leans away and looks everywhere else but you. That means they're hiding something or they're about to lie. I simply tilted my head to the side and said.

"Well?"

He instantly cleared his throat then looked down at me and replied.

"Why, yes, I knew your father since we were but mere children. He was a very nice and descent fellow."

Yeah right, you don't know my father. I merely smiled casually and replied.

"Indeed, he was."

He nodded his head quickly, obviously another sign that he was lying. He then tugged on the front of his shirt lightly and replied.

"Yes, it is such a pity that he is no longer among us."

Okay, maybe he did know my dad. Very few people knew him, therefore very few people knew that he had died. There was only one way I could be sure he actually knew my father. I simply stared up at him and said.

"Pardon me, sir, but you are speaking of my father as if you two were best friends. What ..."

He instantly interrupted me and replied.

"Yes, Vincent and I were the best of friends when he was alive. Rachel and my sister were great friends as well."

What was he talking about? My father's name wasn't Vincent. His name was Emmett, and my mother's name was Arianna. Who on earth was he talking about? I merely furrowed my eyebrows together and replied.

"I am sorry, sir. I believe you are confusing me for someone else. My father's name was Emmett and my mother's name is Arianna. I'm sorry about the confusion. I'm going to go now."

With that, I took my sketch book away from him and picked up my suitcase. I was about to walk away when I suddenly heard him say.

"It is not possible for Ciel Phantomhive to be your brother if you do not have the same parents."

Ciel Phantomhive? As in, Kuroshitsuji, Ciel Phantomhive? Who said Ciel was my brother? I never said that. Was this guy nuts? Ciel wasn't even a real person. I simply turned around towards him and replied with a small smile.

"You're right about that. Ciel Phantomhive can't be my brother because Ciel Phantomhive doesn't exist."

His jaw dropped so low that I could've sworn it nearly hit the floor. What had I said? Did this guy seriously think Ciel Phantomhive was real? The next thing I knew this guy was going to go on about the Queen and Ciel being her watchdog and all that nonsense. His completely baffled face straightened out quickly and he instantly replied indignantly.

"Doesn't exist? Doesn't exist? Are you insane! Everyone knows that the Earl of Phantomhive is Queen Victoria's watchdog. Anyone that goes against the crown has to respond to the Earl. How can you say that he doesn't exist when you have clearly drawn him in your book and claimed he is your sibling?"

I normally didn't curse, but ... WHAT. THE. HELL? This guy was a freaking psycho. Ciel Phantomhive didn't exist. He was a made up character created by a very brilliant and creative author. Yet, here was this psycho telling me that he was real and that I had said he was my brother. Ciel might've looked like Isaac, but they weren't the same person. I definitely had to get out of here. This was beginning to get scary. Therefore, I took a slight step back and replied.

"I never said Ciel Phantomhive was my sibling. The drawing you saw was my little brother, Isaac Phantomhive, who is now dead."

He simply glared at me and replied almost angrily.

"I have had a few close calls with that brat known as Ciel Phantomhive. Therefore, I am positive that who is in that book is him."

I merely shook my head and replied stubbornly.

"You are not listening to me. What I'm trying to tell you is that Ciel can't be my brother because Ciel doesn't exist. I believe you have watched too much Kuroshitsuji, and I honestly think you should take a break from it for a while. Ciel Phantomhive doesn't exist and he is not my brother. I never said he was."

I saw sweat begin to roll down the side of his forehead and his face become slightly red. I had no idea what he was getting so worked up about. Ciel Phantomhive wasn't real. Everyone around the world knew that. This guy had obviously watched too much Kuroshitsuji and it had finally driven him mad. I stared up at him and he stared right back at me as well. He then squinted his eyes slightly and stared at me, almost as if he were studying me.

Suddenly, his eyes opened wide with realization and he instantly replied.

"Well, no wonder you don't know anything. You're not from England, are you? I can tell by the way you're dressed and your accent. Let me just tell you the basics. Don't defile the queen's garden, or her guard dog will be sent to hunt you down. I guess I shouldn't be surprised you know about the Phantomhive brat. He has ruined many families and corporations in the name of the queen."

Again, WHAT. THE. HELL? This dude really thought Ciel was real. He probably also thought that we were in the 1800's, since he kept talking about the queen. I had to get away from this crazy psycho as soon as possible. Therefore, I instantly nodded and replied.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm not from England, and I'm not really sure how things work around here. I promise not to do anything against the queen or her garden. Anyway, I should probably be going now."

He then raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.

"Are you going to the Phantomhive manor?"

Please, someone just make this psychopath go away. I simply grabbed a good hold of my sketch book and replied.

"No, sir. I have no business there. I am simply going back home to my brother."

I wasn't exactly lying. After all of the crazy things I'd just seen, I was going to call my mom and ask her to send someone for me. This place was nuts. He merely narrowed his eyes at me and replied.

"I see. Well, have a safe trip."

I simply nodded and replied.

"Thank you, and thank you for the helpful information."

He merely gave me a curt nod and replied casually.

"You're welcome."

With that, he hurriedly walked past me, and I simply gave a sigh of relief. That guy was completely insane. Ciel Phantomhive was real. Yeah, right. That guy needed serious help. Then next thing I knew people were going to tell me that the year was 1888. Gosh, I had to get out of here. I continued to pull my suitcase along the streets, still receiving wierd stares from people. Did they have a staring problem or something? Why did they keep looking at me like that? They were the ones that looked out of place. It was the 21st century and they were still dressed like the 1800's. Even the buildings and things looked like they were from the old days.

I simply gave an irritated sigh and leaned casually against a brick wall. I looked at the people walking along the streets, and I was a bit amused at how they made sure to keep their distance from me. I was about to walk away when I suddenly felt a hand cover my mouth. I was about to bite down when I breathed in some sort of chemical. My vision began to get fuzzy until finally sleep overtook me.

*Strigoi*

What on earth happened to me? My body ached all over. I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was in some sort of dark room. I wanted to stand up and look around, but my feet were tied up. I tried to move my hands, but my wrists were bound by some sort of leathery rope as well. Why was I here? Who on earth had done this to me? When I found out who had kidnapped me they were going to be in a world of pain. I was going to torture them to the point they would beg for death.

I was brought out of my murderous thoughts by the sound of a very familiar voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The sacrifice is now here! I find that our master will be very pleased with what we have to offer him this month! I now present to you ..."

With that, the darkness instantly disappeared and I was blinded by a very bright light. I was in a cage? Not only that, but somebody had placed me in some sort of white gown. WHAT. THE. HELL! I was not some sort of animal! Who did these psychos think they were? Also, what sacrifice? I was not going to be no freaking sacrifice for anybody. They were tripping over their psychotic heads if they thought they were going to sacrifice me. I then heard the same S.O.B from this afternoon continue saying.

"I present to you the eldest daughter of the Phantomhive family! There would be no better sacrifice than a daughter from such a cursed and tainted family!"

Oh, heck no! Nobody spoke of my father's last name that way. I instantly glared towards him and yelled.

"Hey!"

He instantly turned to look at me in surprise and didn't reply. I merely continued glaring at him and said angrily.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you, you freaking psychopath. Don't be talking about my father that way. Who the hell do you think you are?"

He merely leaned down towards my level and spit on me. Did he seriously just do that? Oh heck no, this psycho was dead. I could feel his spit trailing down the side of my cheek and I just wanted to punch his teeth in. He merely laughed at me then turned towards a group of people that were all wearing black coats. A cult! I then looked towards the center of the room and saw a huge pentagram. This wasn't just any cult. It was a freaking satanic cult! I had to get the hell out of here! These people were freaking insane!

I tried struggling out of my ropes, but they were too tight. I heard how everyone in the room simply started laughing at my failed attempts to get free. Then the same bastard I had met earlier came forward and opened the cage. He then roughly pulled me out and pushed me to the floor. I landed roughly on the floor, hitting my head in the process. I could feel some blood slowly begin falling down the front of my forehead. Somebody was definitely going to die in a very painful way soon, and it wasn't going to be me.

He then gave a hard kick to my ribs and instantly rolled to the side. He continued on kicking me until I couldn't move anymore. The only thing I was able to do was spit out all the excess blood in my mouth. He had definitely broken something, I was sure of it. He then gave maniatic laugh and said.

"That's just not enough, young lady. We're going to need more than just that amount of blood."

Oh, God, please help me. He then pulled me up by my hair, and I tried to cry out, but I could only spit out more blood. He then grabbed an old carving knife and sliced my palm open. I nearly choked on the blood that was in my mouth. Then he cut the side of my arm and along my foot. I simply continued bleeding and spitting out more blood. My white gown and even my hair was covered completely in blood.

I then felt him grab my chin and lift me up so he could stare at me. He merely gave me an evil smile and said sarcastically.

"You really are a pretty little thing. It's such a shame no man will get to enjoy you, but look at the bright side. You have the great honor of being a sacrifice to our master."

I then heard everyone else in the room holler.

"Yeah! You should feel honored!"

Okay, that was it. No more miss nice, polite Scarlett. Damn these people straight to the fiery pits of hell! Damn them all! I hope they burn for all eternity! I hope the demons there play freaking jump rope with their insides! Damn every single person in this room, and everyone that practices this type of crazy, psychotic sh*t! I hope they all burn! I simply glared at them defiantly and replied.

"Damn you all to hell. I will not feel honored of this crazy sh*t. I hope every single bad thing happens to each and every one of you. I hope your families die. I hope your businesses crash and I hope the worst death possible for each and every single one of you."

The same guy that had attacked me earlier instantly came towards me and kicked me straight across the face. I fell towards the side and coughed up more blood. Someone would think that through out all of this I would be broken down crying. The truth was I hadn't shed one single tear. I was bleeding and I was physically broken, but I was not crying. My brother had taught me well. Never shed a tear for someone or something that isn't worth it. Crying makes you look weak in front of your enemies. That's why you should never give them that satisfaction, and you should never cry.

I then heard the same psycho yell.

"You stupid insolent brat! You are just like that bratty Earl! How dare you speak to us that way! Women are meant to be seen not heard!"

I simply closed my eyes and ignored his continued ranting about women being inferior to men. I simply tuned him out and began praying. It went something like this ... Dear God, I know I haven't always shown up to church, but I beg of you. Help me, please. Save me from these malevolent people. This is not a demand, but a mere request. If you decide that my time has come then I shall accept my fate. Please don't abandon me. Amen.

Suddenly the atmopshere around the room seemed to change. I opened my eyes and saw how the entire room went completely dark, and I could only hear the sound of laughter. I guess it was my time to go then. I closed my eyes and waited for death to come for me. Although, I was a bit surprised when it never did. I slowly opened my eyes and was met by a pair of blood-colored eyes staring directly at me. I simply blinked and tried to focus on who I was staring at, but I couldn't really make out a figure. It was simply a cloud of black mass. I frowned slightly and asked.

"Who are you?"

The being, cloud thing, whatever it was simply laughed and replied.

"No devine power can save you from this fate, but I can. I can be your faithful servant, or whatever you want me to be, my mistress."

Why did this seem so familiar? I simply closed my eyes trying to remember where I had seen this, but it hurt my head. Therefore, I slowly opened my eyes again and realized it was still there. I merely groaned in pain and replied.

"What do you want?"

He merely laughed and replied.

"The real question is, what do you want?"

I simply held the side of stomach and replied annoyed.

"Answer my question or go away, whoever or whatever you are."

I saw his eyes slightly widen at my remark then turn back to normal and laugh. I was really beginning to hate the sound of laughter. I then turned slightly more towards the floor and spit out more blood. I heard him simply continue laughing and say.

"You are slowly bleeding to death, yet you still have a fiery attitude."

I merely glared at him and replied.

"What are you? My mother? I can have whatever attitude I please."

I heard him chuckle then reply.

"Indeed, but I am not here to discuss any of that. I am here to offer you a deal."

I simply narrowed my eyes and replied.

"What type of deal?"

"Anyone else would have immediately accepted my offer if they were in your position."

I simpy coughed up more blood and replied.

"I'm not an idiot. My father always told me not to agree to something without knowing the full details."

"Smart man."

I simply nodded at that then I heard him say.

"If you make a contract with me, I will give you everything you have ever desired. I can even save you from this horrible fate. I will follow your every order and do as you please. You will be my master and I will be your faithful dog, but there is a price."

I simply gave a small laugh and replied.

"Of course there's a price. What do you want?"

I noticed how his eyes turned a dangerous shade of red and I could've sworn I saw fangs appear, but maybe that was just the concussion I had. He simply gave me a small chuckle and replied.

"Your soul."

My, what? What on earth was this thing? Wait a minute ... my soul? The red eyes, the fangs, the mocking demeanor. This could only be one thing ... a demon. I simply glared at him defiantly and replied.

"Go to hell, demon. I'm not interested."

I saw his eyes widen in surprise then I heard him say in disbelief.

"Are you sure about that? You will die if I do not save you."

I merely spit out more blood and replied.

"If I am destined to go to your home then we will be seeing each other real soon. Now, let me die in peace."

He merely narrowed his eyes at me then replied almost angrily.

"Very well then."

The darkness surrounding the room then quickly lifted and the light was once restored. The other people in the room didn't even looked fazed by what had just happened. Had the demon frozen time? None of the people looked even the slightest bit scared. I then felt myself being pulled up by the hair and thrown right in the middle of the pentagram. Well, this was it. I then heard the same douche-bag from before say.

"Let the sacrifice commence!"

All of a sudden, I heard the sound of everyone in the room scream. Couldn't that demon take a hint? I wasn't going to give him my soul, no matter what. I would much rather die. I slowly rolled to look at what they were seeing. Maybe the demon had revealed his true form. Although, I nearly choked on my own blood when I realized there wasn't a demon. What they were all screaming about was a none other than William T. Spears!

What on earth was he doing here? Maybe he was going to kill me himself, rather than let me be sacrificed. Hopefully his death scythe didn't hurt that much. I was brought out of my thoughts by him speaking.

"My name is William T. Spears and I am here to collect that child."

Child? I wasn't a child. I was going to turn 18 in November. Okay, well maybe compared to him I was a child. He simply jumped from the top of the window and landed gracefully beside me. He carefully knelt down and picked me up in his arms. I was so weak that the only thing I could do was lay limply in his arms. He simply stared at everyone in the room with a look of pure disgust written across his face. My sentiments were the same. Hopefully they all died here. He simply adjusted me carefully in his arms and said to everyone.

"All of you in here will meet your deaths soon. I am looking forward to collect all of your tainted souls."

With that, he turned swiftly around and walked straight to the window. He jumped off the window like nothing and landed softly on the ground. I was able to move my arm slowly and I carefully moved to clutch at his shirt. He merely looked down at me, but didn't comment. I took a deep calm breath and said.

"Thank you, Mister Spears."

He simply narowed his eyes slightly and replied coldly.

"I have to respect anyone that tells a demon to return from where he came. It would've been very easy for you accept the easy way out, but you chose death. That's why I believe you deserve a second chance. Anyone that tells demon scum like that to vanish has my approval."

I simply closed my eyes and replied.

"I would never sell my soul. I would choose death over and over again, no matter what situation I was in. Choosing the easy way out would simply show how weak I am. My brother taught me better than that."

He simply gave me a stiff nod then said.

"Speaking of which, there is something you should know."

I merely opened my eyes and asked curiously.

"Yes? What is it?"

He then looked down at me with a deadly serious expression on his face and said.

"You are not dreaming. All of this is very real and I will explain it to you once we reach headquarters."