ALL HALLOW'S EVE

by Dark Angel Neko

Someone is giving out poisoned Candy to the children of London on Halloween! Ciel and Sebastian are sent to solve the mystery of who it could be! Sounds simple enough, but it seems like EVERYTHING is getting in their way- especially a certain Grim Reaper…

WARNINGS: Violence, language, and lots of SMEX at some point, lol. Lots of naughtiness! This is a MATURE story so please no Kids reading this! This story is probably only going to take place over the course of one night, but in this crazy Universe, who knows what could happen!

PAIRINGS: Sebastian/Ciel, Grell/William, Ciel/Finny, Maylene/Bardroy, Ronald/Undertaker, Undertaker/OC, Sebastian/OC

This is going to be at least ten Chapters! Maybe more! I'll just see where the story takes us all!

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Chapter One

The Eve of Samhain was not an eve for young boys to be out and about, but the ever-headstrong Ciel Phantomhive had insisted upon investigating the elder Queen's newest problem- poisoned sweets. The night would end in no less than tragedy befalling many children of London if Ciel did not figure out whom exactly was distributing the poisoned candy to unsuspecting trick-or-treaters.

"Would you like a lollipop, my young lord?" Sebastian teased, dangling a skeleton-shaped sugary sweet in front of the Young Lords face.

"Don't be silly," Ciel's visible eye shone like a sapphirian orb or clearest blue in the night. "you know very well there's something else I'd rather be sucking."

"Such naughty language for a young gentleman," Sebastian said, his mouth curling like that of a cat about to lap his tongue into a dish of pure, fresh sweet cream. "I should give you a spanking."

Their moment was interrupted as the stagecoach in which they were traveling in rattled. The distinct sound of spike-heeled custom made ankle boots pattered up top on the roof.

"BASSY!" came an unmistakably non-gender specific voice.

"It would seem we have an unwanted visitor," the Daemon said, his eyes flashing to the red, demonic glow that the Young Lord rarely saw outside his bed chambers. They shone like brilliant lighted rubies in the gothic darkness of their shared carriage, and the Daemon's mouth curled into a strange, Daemonic smile that reminded the Young Earl Lord Master of a sharp knife, though he could not see his Dameon Slave's teeth.

Unexpectedly, the sharp blades of a certain Chainsaw DeathScythe broke through the sumptuously outfitted velvet brocade of the ceiling, maniacal laughter following in its stead. The Young Child Earl braced himself upon the rich, butter-like leather of his seat, clutching his silk tophat and its satin blue bow that matched the sapphiric intensity of his remaining untouched orb so as not to let the Red Reaper Being disturb his ensemble. It was, after all, custom-tailored.

"OH ~~~BASSY~~~!" came that same rich voice.

There above the stopped carriage, the Red Reaper hovered in the air, his finely tailored suit cutting at all the angles of his fit Supernatural Physique; the Daemon Lord's eyes glowed more fiercely, their hue matching the shining red locks that cascaded all around the Red Reaper's form.

Ciel growled and clutched his tophat menacingly.

"Young Master," Sebastian said, in a commanding tone that sent shivers down the Boy's spine, "I must request that you stay in the carriage. This could be dangerous and I shan't risk you getting harmed."

"What is the meaning of this?" Ciel yelled, ever headstrong, to the crimson androgyne.

"OH~~ SEBAS-SEBAS-CHAN!~~~~" the Shinigami Lord known as Grell Sutcliff peeked his pale, rosy-cheeked otherworldly face down into the hole in which he had carved with his Magick ChainScythe. His perfect, alabaster skin was complimented perfectly by the smooth carmine locks, smooth as silk, which tumbled down past him into the velvet-and-lace interior of the Holiday Stagecoach. Some of the silken hair brushed against Ciel's face, and he batted it away in annoyance at the flirtatious Shinigami.

"Be gone, you Reaper!" Ciel called, his voice firm as a stone. Sebastian admired his young Master's rage and grinned like a Feline beast. "Sebastian!" Ciel said. He lifted his black satin custom-made eyepatch, so lovingly tied about his black-haired head each morning by his dark Daemon Lover. "Get this Reaper away from us!"

Purple pentacled orb glowed in unison with the black Contract mark which lay like an evil tattoo on the back of the Demon's palm, their glow mingling like a Satanic holograph in the night. Sebastian felt a shiver of pleasure run down his inhuman spine at the soul-bond they shared.

"WHAT?~~~" Grell exclaimed. He jumped back as Sebastian leapt like a graceful black evil swan onto the roof of the carriage.

"BASSY!" Grell cried, like a keening Shakespeare heroine. He twirled some of his long crimson mane betwixt slender feminine fingers in his soft sateen gloves. "Have you come to play with me again, Sebas-Chan?~~~~"

Sebastian sneered. A deathly battle was no doubt about to begin here in the dark woods on this demonic of nights.

to be continued…..

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okay, first Chapter! Action is about to happen so… let me know what you think, and let me know if you have any requests on what should happen! =^_^=