Kuro10

I woke up to the loud chirping of crickets. They were everywhere, there was an incessant drone of their buzzing. Claude was carrying me over his shoulder. He was walking calmly through the woods. I wanted to punch him, to kick him, to claw his eyes out, and trust me, I would have if I wasn't toatlly bound.

Claude looked forward with a blankness in his eyes. Through the thinning branches of the trees I could see a large estate, almost as big as the Phantomhive one.

Four figures strode toward us. A woman and three men. They were all demons, I could smell it.

The three identical men nodded and the girl bowed.

"Hannah, take her to the mutt." He tossed me like a sack of flour to the woman. I bit back a grunt of pain.

The next few moments seemed to slow down. A black blur emerged from the forest, colliding heavily with Claude.

Hannah fell over, me landing on top of her. Then the scent hit me, Sebastian.

A flash of silver flashed by me, cutting my ropes. Time to play. The three triplets were chasing after Sebastian trying to land a hit on him. Sebastian and Claude were engrossed in their own personal battle, leaving me and this woman alone.

I pinned her arms with my knees.

She looked up in my face with her one eye. She remained steely calm the whole time. What was up with these people?

"Try anything and I'll kill you," I hissed at her. She didn't look strong, hell she didn't even look like a demon. I didn't expect her to do anything.

She opened her mouth, as if she was about to say something, but instead, her mouth practically unhinged.

I sensed incoming danger. I tensed my right hand, feelings the claws extend, I slahsed at her face. The Hannah's mouth shut instantly. Blood welled up where I had slahsed her.

Hannah's hand twitched and I felt a searing heat in my leg. I looked down to see that she had pricked me with something.

Unthinking, I lifted my right hand for another strike, ready to plunge my claws into her neck.

Then gunshots rang out. Hannah looked surprised as I was. I turned my head toward the road and saw a larg carraige moving at top speeds down the road. It was almost tipping iver in its haste. Meirin was leaning out the window, a shotgun pointed in our direction.

Taking advantage of my distraction, Hannah pushed me off of her and pulled out two pistols. I glided backwards, preparing to dodge. Another shower of bullets rained down on Hannah as Bard also took up arms.

"Go find Pluto! We'll take care of this!" Bard shouted at me. The carriage was now careening toward us. Hannah fired at me quickly, I weaved out of the way and ran towards the mansion. Hannah began chasing me but her path was cut off as the carraige pulled up behind me.

The night was pierced but the sound of several gunshots.

I ran ahead. Claude and Sebastian were nowhere to be seen. As I ran to the front doors, the overpowering stench of the mutt assaulted me.

He was here all right. I flung open the doors. The entrance hall was dimly lit by two torches on either side of a flight of stairs.

I grabbed one torch and hurried down a hallways, trusting my nose to guide me to where Pluto was.

Sure enough, I came upon a heavy wooden door. After struggling with the lock, I kicked it open and followed a long flight of curving stairs down into a damp cellar.

There, in the cellar, in the far corner, sat a filthy Pluto. He was cowering in the corner, looking more pitiful than I'd ever seen him.

"I'm surprised you made it this far!"

The voice was eerie in the dark cellar.

"It's amazing you can walk this far with Hannah's poison! Must be a demon."

I spun around, standing on the last step was a little boy, older than Ciel but younger than me. He had blonde hair and almost neon turquoise eyes. His eyes were not on my face, but my leg. I followed his gaze, a single needle was pressed into my leg. It was where Hannah had pricked me!

"Bet you're awful numb in your leg right?"

I refused to answer him, I didn't feel like anything was wrong.

"First you turn numb, then you don't even realize you're captured. Like a fly in a spider's web."

The boy's face contorted into a wicked grin. There, on his tounge, was the mark of a contract.

"Welcome to my web, little fly."