"Ciel, you have to be very careful." A young Angelina Durless reminded in a stern tone. Kneeling down beside her frightened nephew, she scooped the young child into her arms. "You are such a cute child that everyone wants to eat you up." To emphasize her point, the adoring red head lifted the child's shirt and nibbled his stomach. She was given an infectious giggle as the child squirmed in her arms.

The bright eyed child attempted to escape his aunt's endless tickling. "Auntie Anne! Stop it!" The child laughed, gasping for breath.

Smiling down at Ciel, Aunt Angelina ceased her tickling. Putting the child down, she kneeled before him. "Ciel, you have to promise me that you will be a good boy. You have to be careful. Not all adults are good people. Some adults want nothing more than to take you away from home and eat-you-up!" She poked Ciel's stomach whilst she stressed her last three words. "Now, do we want to get eaten up?"

"No!" Ciel responded. Shaking his dark locks, Ciel repeated his aunt. "No! Ciel won't get eaten up!"

"Are you sure about that?" Aunt Angelina stood up. She propped her hands against her waist as she grinned down at her nephew. "What about me? Can I eat you up?"

"No!" Ciel squealed as he rushed away from his playful aunt. "Ciel won't get eaten up!"

"Ciel won't get eaten up!"


A Touch from Hell

Chapter 4


As Ciel's dream faded, he felt a pain from the back of his head. At first the pain was dull, pulling him from his forced slumber. It seemed that he could never wake up and be fully aware of his surroundings. At that moment, the only thing that Ciel was fully aware of was the soft throbbing in the back of his head. Why was he in pain? Had he fallen of the bed and hit his head? Perhaps it was just a headache from allergies. Yes, that had to be it. He just needed to take his medicine. Taking a haggard breath, Ciel forced his heavy eyes open. As he attempted to break free of his dazed state, the pain waged war against his senses. The throbbing grew to a splitting pain that combed against his nerves. It stopped him from taking another breath—not that he wanted to breathe. It seemed that the less he breathed, the less he felt the pain. But it was still there. Waiting for another labored breath, only then would it attack.

"Hey boss, I think he's waking up."

That voice… who was it? He couldn't place a face to that voice. He made the mistake of taking another breath, which lead to another sharp wave of pain. He groaned only to feel more pain. Ah! Was there no relief from this pain?

"I think you were rather rough with him. He seems to be in a lot of pain."

Was it that obvious? Ciel thought he would have to scream before someone realized it. But then again, it didn't matter. His consciousness was slipping, yet he held on to its threads for dear life. He was confused. Where was he? Who were these people? What was going on? He needed the answer to these. Perhaps he would get some help; someone would give him something to ease this pain. "I…hur-"

"Shh, little bunny. We're still preparing your party for you. Why don't you sleep some more…?"

Ciel felt a pressure against his neck. A moment later, his last thread of consciousness slipped through his fingers as he fell into the darkness of slumber.

"Boss, are you sure you should be this rough with the kid?" The blonde haired thug asked. He shifted Ciel's weight on his back. Furrowing his brows, he looked at the unconsciousness child over his shoulder.

The Hyena shot his lackey a cutting glare. "What's with you? Feeling guilty? Then leave, I don't have time for this."

"It's not that I feel guilt. I just think that the boss is going to be upset with damaged goods."

The Hyena sighed. "Ya' act like I can afford sleepy-smelly stuff."

"Sleepy…" one thug started.

"Smelly stuff?" The other thug finished. Both teens looked to their leader with a baffled expression. What was he talking about? What sleepy-smelly stuff? Perhaps he meant… "Chloroform?"

"Yeah that! I can't afford it. The kid can take a bit of pain. Besides, the boss just told me to welcome him to the school. He ain't say nothing about being gentle about it. So keep ya' comments to ya' self. Unless ya' want to be left out of the party."

Both thugs looked at each other. Coming to a mutual understanding, they both replied. "No! Don't leave us out!"

"Then shut the hell up and do what I tell you." The Hyena retorted, barking in laughter.

The blonde thug shifted Ciel's weight once more before following his boss to the party site.

"Thank you for meeting me on such short notice." Angelina Durless whispered gracefully, as she slipped her arm through her acquaintance's arm. Placing her gloved hand on the soft fabric of his shirt, she continued. "I am truly concerned about Ciel's position at this school. He different, thus is the object of scorn. If that is how he is going to be treated, I want him to be removed from the school. Sadly, Ciel just won't listen to reason."

"M-mr. Phantomhive is a very strong-willed individual." Grell Sutcliff retorted, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. His dark colored hair was pulled back into a very graceful, yet out of date, ponytail. A bright red-ribbon held it in place. His odd colored eyes were hidden behind his average and black frames. Even his clothes were just normal and plain. That aspect of him, along with his cowardly and weak demeanor, would convince anyone that he was not the bright and flamboyant creature that was Ciel's British literature teacher. In fact, Grell's alternate persona clashed so heavily with his actual personality, that Grell was convinced that even Ciel wasn't sure who he was. Grell had proof of this when Ciel woke up this morning. He looked through Grell as though he was a piece of glass. Although that action would have aroused Grell, it was not appreciated when coming from just a little boy. In fact, it irritated him ever so slightly.

Had he gotten the brush off, or the cold glance from a certain pale skinned, crimson eyed young man, then Grell wouldn't have minded. But it was coming from some pint sized twerp. Not only was he young—something that was major turn off for Grell—but he was also arrogant. He was useless. And the kid had no sex appeal at all. Grell personally thought that Ciel deserved all the bullying that he was receiving. In fact, he deserved a bit more. The little runt was annoying. Completely unattractive.

But his aunt was another story. Grell glanced at the woman over as he listened to her endless chatter. She was a beauty. Her creamy skin was the perfect canvas—artistically molded and colored—for his favorite color. As if God understood his passion, she was graced with the beautiful scarlet hair and eyes that he had ever seen. That shade of red was so unique that there was no color that crayola could make that truly mimic that color. In fact, the only other time that he had seen that color was when someone bled. Perhaps if he thought about it that way, she wasn't so unique—what with everyone having blood. But she was a rarity. Her beauty, her coloring, even her shapely figure held some of his attention. She was meant to be a vivacious woman that could capture the hearts of any man. She was meant to be garbed in red whilst laughing at the attempts of the foolish men who were vying for her attention.

Yet here she was, in a drab white lab coat. Her beautiful red hair was scrapped back into the same dull ponytail that he wore. Her beauty was unaccented—without a stitch of make-up. Truthfully, the woman that she was at this moment was such a disappointment that he could just rip her open. Perhaps then she could die in the glamorous color. But he wouldn't kill her. No. That would be much too easy, especially with the way that she trusted him. No. He would make her over. He would help her glimmer and shine. Only then could she be worth something. Until then, he would just suffer through her boringness.

"Are you listening, Mr. Sutcliff?"

"Of course, Mrs. Durless. But I was just wondering what type of doctor are you?"

"Oh. I'm a gynecologist. But recently you might as well call me a killer." She jibbed sadly. "It seems as though the rate of abortions have sky-rocketed. Every time I turn around, I am callously killing a child."

"Ah…that must be hard. But it's a career. At least you can provide for your nephew. Or you can remarry and have a few children of your own—enough to make up for the love that those unworthy females couldn't show their own children."

Angelina was quite for a moment. Her normally forced smile was gone as she stared down at the crisp white collar of Grell's shirt. She couldn't do that. She would never be able to remarry. It wasn't that she couldn't love again. Oh no, she was not some weak minded fool who believed that love only came once. It wasn't because she wasn't desirable. She could have any straight man that she wanted. It was because there was no point. Marriage was only an event to ensure the comfortable life style of the child. Why should she remarry when she unable to have children?

No. She couldn't think like that. She had to think on the bright side. She had Ciel. She might not have had children of her own, but she did have her precious nephew. And that was more than good enough for her. Forcing her smile once again, she looked up at Mr. Sutcliff. "That wouldn't be an offer, would it?" She teased, raising an eye brow.

Grell's cheeks tinted with a deep blush as she finished her remark. "Oh no! Ah- not that I wouldn't want to… it's just that-"

"Oh! I'm just joking, Mr. Sutcliff. I have no time for things like that."

Grell sighed. Although he continued flirting with the woman, he couldn't help but be bored. What would it take to turn her into a vivacious woman, covered in scarlet blood. She had mentioned that she was a killer, didn't she? Perhaps that was true in more ways than one. A plan formed itself as Grell continued with his alternate persona. "Ah, right. I'm sorry. I'm worthless. A speck of dust not fit for living. Plankton in the sea are far more intelligent than I. I should kill myself right no-"

"Ah! No need for that! I told you earlier that you don't have to kill yourself over little things."

"…I don't?" He looked at her in confusion. When she smiled at him and nodded, Grell couldn't help but return her smile. "I see. Thank you." They were quiet for a moment, trying to find a way to continue the conversation. It was a few minutes later that Grell found a topic. "Earlier, you mentioned Ciel's safety. I think that he will be perfectly safe. He just needs to make one good friend. If that can happen, then the other kids would leave him alone. Give him more time. I'm sure Ciel can make at least one good friend at our school. Who knows, he might have so many friends that they will throw him a welcome party; welcoming him into the school with open arms."

Ciel felt freezing cold water splash over his bare skin. The uncomfortable shiver that was sent up his spine woke him from his second forced slumber. The dull ache from the back of his head was now gone. Instead of his head, it was his arms and legs that ached. But why were they hurting? He hated this feeling of confusion. There was only one way to answer his curiosity, but he was wary about opening his eyes again. If he attempted to drift out of his dazed state, the pain could return to his head and he would suffer all over again. Was it worth it?

"It seems that you are waking up."

Ciel's eyes popped open at the familiar silky voice. Burning eyes darted in the direction of the voice. As he expected, it was the pale pervert from earlier. He rolled his eyes. He didn't want to deal with him right now; not after waking up. Then again, he didn't want to deal with him at all. Ciel attempted to shift into a more comfortable position only to find that he couldn't move at all. His attention moved from the pervert's ghostly presence to his sore arms. His wrists were bound—tied expertly into tightly wound knots. His wrists were then placed upon a hook that was attached to a basketball net. It was only when he saw his wrist in such a state that he truly realized how much pain he was in. His arms were sore- straining because of the inconsistent use. That pain soon matched the irritation of his legs. Looking down, not only did he find his legs bound in a very revealing way, but he also found that he was starch naked. His delicate frame lead to his now airing slender waist. His legs were spread. Each leg parted so far that his hips ached. Not only were his legs spread, but he was uncomfortably bound. His knees bent, his ankles pressed against his supple thigh. With his legs in such a state, it was impossible to hide his disgrace.

"It seems that they have done a superior job with preparing you."

Ciel had almost forgotten that pervert's presence in the room. What was his name? It started with a S.

Sebastian…

The name echoed in his mind as if the pervert was telling him his name once again. But he hadn't. Which meant that Ciel was more aware of him than he wanted to believe. Ciel shook his head. No. That wasn't what was important right now. He needed to know what was going on. Sebastian was the only one he could ask. Then again, why should he ask? Perhaps he had helped those goons bind him like this? Perhaps he was a part of the 'welcome party' that they had mentioned earlier. He wouldn't put it past him, with him binding deals with kisses and what not. Perhaps he was upset that Ciel did not willingly surcome to him earlier. That would explain why he would take part in this humiliating event. Then again, he was a pervert. And perverts did not need a reason to do such things.

"Before you accuse me of doing something so… entertaining, you must realize that I am not a part of this." Sebastian commented as if reading Ciel's thoughts. "Although it does seem interesting, I cannot find pleasure in forcing someone. It's rather pathetic. I much rather have my prey come to me."

Ciel's cheeks burned with guilt as Sebastian defended himself. Although he did think such a thing, he refused to admit that he was wrong. Sebastian was just as much at fault for not stopping them, and or not saving him at this very moment. Cutting the young man a glare, Ciel continued. "I said no such thing! Now, help me down from here."

"Ah, I would like to. But there seems to be a problem with that."

Ciel raised a brow. "And what, pray tell, is the problem?"

A smooth, yet haunting smirk curved the lips of the pale teen. "I do not serve you" He resisted chuckled at the scowl Ciel presented him. Remaining at a distance, Sebastian walked from one side of Ciel to the other, making sure never to look away from Ciel's eyes. "There are numerous things that I could help you accomplish, yet you refuse to make a pact with me-"

"And concede to your lewd fantasy? Ha!" The child scoffed.

"Then I am afraid that you will have to compromise yourself with their 'lewd' fantasies. It seems to be much more of them then there is of me." Sebastian's smirk deepened. Crossing his arms over his sculpted frame, he retreated another foot away from Ciel.

"Your teasing does not scare me-"

"Of course not. Fear is a foreign object to Mr. Ciel Phantomhive." Sebastian exclaimed as he furthered the distance between the teen and himself until he touch the shadows of the room. "It seems that your guest are arriving, meaning that it is time for me to go. If you should require my assistance, then all you need to do is merely call for me."

Ciel snorted tastelessly. "Please hold your breath and wait for me. I assure you that you will collapse before I call for you."

"Then please enjoy your company."

And with that, the young man dissolved into the shadows. Before Ciel could ponder how he accomplished such a feat, the room door crashed open. Ciel's attention darted to the door way. Fear was an alien emotion to Ciel, but he could not feel as though he was to become acquainted the emotion for the first time. There in the door way stood at least thirteen teenage boys. Each one adorned an excited smile as they looked over his body. They licked their lips in a vulgar manner, as if awaiting their first meal in years. And he was the main course.

"Dear company, it seems that you have found our guest of honor." The Hyena announced from the back of the crowd. As though he was sovereign, the crowd parted for the repulsive delinquent. The chilling felon sauntered down his path. "This delectable treat before us is Ciel Phantomhive." The Hyena smirked. His eyes roamed over Ciel's exposed body in a way that made Ciel's blood curdle. "We are to welcome our little bunny to our dear school.-"

"I rather not. Now, let me down this instant."

The Hyena let loose one of his menacing bouts of laughter. "No can do, Bunny. We have a job to do. If I let you go, then how will we have our fun?"

Ciel's scowl darkened. There was no talking to these buffoons. They were only interested in one thing. And that was something that he refused to do. He would not allow these men to violate him. But the question was how could he stop them? Being bound like this, there was physically nothing he could do. Screaming for help would only bring the up most humiliation. Even if he did sacrifice his pride to scream for help, who was there to help him? No one. There had never been anyone that he could ask for help, much less order to save him.

Sebastian…

No! He refused. These goons were not informed enough about sex, much less rape. They would not know how to proceed. They would give up and go home. And he would leave with a bit of his pride intact.

"So we're not in China?" Lizzie asked, her golden curls bobbing to the side. She held out her tea cup in a visual declaration that she wanted more. "Then where am I? I was sure that those ruffians would send me to China. Oh! I know! We're in Italy! You're sending to the Italian Mafia. –"

"For the last time, Miss, we are in England!" Bart bellowed. Groaning, he covered his face with his hand. His teeth clenched his unlit cigarette with pent up tension.

"Calm down." Maylene ordered, pinning Bart with an annoyed glance as she filled Lizzie cup with more White Rose tea. "Why don't you go outside for some air?" She ordered, nodding towards the door.

Bard glanced down at his cigarette. Perhaps he did need a smoke; a little breather from all this excitement. Nodding, he stood up. "Alright. I'll be back."

"Don't hurry." Maylene retorted. The door closed behind Bard as he exited the room. Turning her attention to the bubbly preteen, Maylene smiled. "And I'm sorry to disappoint you, Miss, but we are in England. Were you hoping to escape?"

"Hardly!" Lizzie protested, shaking her hair vigilantly. "I just never thought that you all would keep me so close to home. It will be horrible. Being so close to home and never allowed to return."

"Not allowed to return? Whoever said something like that?" Finny asked. The golden haired teen crossed his legs and rocked back and forward. "It would be cruel to not allow you to come home. In fact, I think it's against the law."

Lizzie looked at the three teens in utter confusion. "What do you mean that you'll let me go home? I know all your names. For kidnapping me, I can get you all into a lot of trouble."

Maylene's eyes widened. Kidnapping! Ah! She forgot. How could she forget? Of course it was a crime. It wasn't as if it was a new crime. It was just that she had never thought about it in that way. If they released these kids after this, they would surely go to jail. Especially since Maylene's friend told her that the gang was to rough up the Phantomhive kid. If they didn't get home safely, there would be bobby surround the school before the morning bell rang. What was she to do? She hadn't thought that she would go to jail because of this.

"Kidnapping? I thought we were playing a game. Like 'hide-n-go-seek'. We're just playing in teams." Finny retorted, granting Lizzie one of his bright, childish smiles.

"A game? So then, Ciel is coming to look for me?" Lizzie asked. When none of the three teens responded, she smiled. "Ah! That must be it! We're playing a game. How delightful! Well, then I will not spoil the fun. Let's have a tea party while we wait for Ciel's team to give up."

Maylene sighed. Thank God for Finny. If he wasn't so smart, this event might have been blown out of proportion. He sure was quick with that response. Maylene never would have thought to call this event a game. The mere thought of that made her smile. Perhaps it was a game. A game where the Phantomhive kid could never win. And in the end, her prince would reign victorious.

Maylene giggled to herself as she continued to pour Lizzie's tea, unaware that the tea cup was now over flowing. Lizzie and Finny watched the cup overflow.

"I wonder when she's going to stop…" Lizzie commented.

"I don't think she will…" Finny countered joyfully.

"GAH! He bit me!" a gangster shouted in pain as he drew back from the young man. "The bastard actually bit me!"

"Gag him. We don't need any more injuries." The Hyena ordered impatiently.

Ciel's chest rose and fell rapidly. They were touching him. Their hands roamed his mass with heated touches. Endless unwanted touches. He screamed and bit and wreathed, yet nothing deterred these fools. There were starved, and he was the meal. He could not do it. He could not defeat them. But he would not concede to this fate. No. He would not allow this. He could not allow this! Who were they to tarnish him? They were fools. They were ill-breed gangsters with the lowest of low IQ's. They were… strong… numerous…

And he was alone and growing weaker by the moment. Breathing was becoming a chore. There wasn't much time before his asthma would force him to release his hold on reality. And if that happened, they could openly have their way. No! He refused. There must be something. Someone…

Sebastian….

"I found the gag, boss!"

"Then hurry the hell up!"

There was no other choice. "Sebastian…" He whispered. A whisper was all he could manage. His asthma attack was in full swing—hammering against his lungs. Surely, the young man was no longer around. But there was nothing else he could do. He would call. Summon this young man in any way possible. And if whispers were all he could manage, then that was what he would do. As Ciel opened his mouth to call for him again, he heard the voice of the ghostly teen.

"You know, if you make this pact with me, just this once, you cannot escape."

"I…would not summoned you…if I were not willing. I -I won't flee." Ciel replied.

"Are you willing to make a contract with me?" Sebastian asked from the shadows.

"Stop Asking… Tedious Questions… Do My Bidding…"

"As you wish," The ghostly teen smiled, his white teeth bearing from the distant shadows.

"My Lord…"


APPLE: …_. I think I know how authors feel now. I want sleep…

STARS: HA! I told you. You can do it when you set your mind to it. Apple told me that she would update on the 18th. And Look. She did it. I'

APPLE: I almost forgot that there is no Lemon on fanfiction. I almost did it. But I couldn't. So I gave you as much information that I could without it crossing into something…rule-breaking…

STARS: You mean law-breaking.

APPLE: Yeah that. I hope you all enjoy. I really did try to keep up with the deadline. I hope there is enough substance in this chapter. I really need to know if I did well this time or not. If I didn't, I'll try much harder next month.

STARSJUICEBOX: An alluring update will be posted in June of 2011. Please Read, Rate, and Review. Enjoy.