ALL HALLOW'S EVE

by Dark Angel Neko

Okay, this chapter is the longest one yet! Some action and drama!

WARNINGS: This chapter contains some sensual scenes between Ciel and Sebastian! Please keep in mind that this can constitute as SHOTA and may offend some people! If you don't like it don't read it!

Enjoy!

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Chapter Four: Reapers and Resolutions

"OH MY DEAREST DAEMON LOVE!" Grell shrieked, his eyes glowing like angry jewels as the quartz-colored light from the full, bountiful moon cast its milky pallid other-worldly light over the duo. He began to reap the tree branches, the shears of his ChainScythe amongst Finny's woeful wails from the finely leathered seat of the HOLIDAY COACH of Phantomhive. "TRAGEDY IS SO SWEET, IS IT NOT?~~"

VROOOOOOOMMMMMMM!

Leaves were cast like dust into the night, frayed branches and chips of sorrowful wood scattering like giant rain, hard raindrops that fell on top of Finny and the Young Lord.

A strange, toothless smile passed over the Daemon's visage like a shadow, even in the dark night.

"My Young Lord has instructed me to prevent this senseless destruction," he shot straight up into the air an umbrella opening indoors-a bad omen, perhaps?-and positioned himself to hover in front of the Red Reaper.

The Scarlet Heroine wiggled his hips provocatively and clapped his hands together.

VROOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!

Branches and leaves flew everywhere as the Red Reaper practiced his admirable hair dressing skills on the old and noble trees that framed the scene like a Supernatural FaerieTale.

"NO!" came the cry of a certain fair-haired Bush Curator. "They're stickin' the tree with needles!"

"Never fear," the Daemon's eyes glittered like volcanic ash, "for My Young Master has commanded me to save-"

"I'm afraid I must interrupt this gathering," a deep, masculine voice colder than the frost that would undoubtedly settle into the fair morning dew, "to prevent any further infractions."

"Oh, Mr. Spears," Sebastian smiled. "It seems that you have accomplished my Young Master's command before I could complete the task." Sebastian flipped his hair like a saucy young Daemon School Girl and cast his dark, Daemonic gaze at his Young Earl. "Perhaps I am no longer needed at this time."

"Daemon," Ciel's voice was dryly amused at the ever-subtle wit of his Butler, "replace your person in the Stagecoach. I'll deal with you later."

The Daemon's smile only grew. "Oh yes, Young Earl Phantomhive," he slowly floated to the ground, "I'm sure you will."

William T. Spears had his Red Subordinate by the hair and was reading off several rules he had undoubtedly broken.

The Obsidian Reaper felt a pair of eyes fall heavily on him before he could spirit himself and the Red Reaper back to their native Reaper Plane.

"You saved the trees," a pair of pale blue eyes, limpid as pools of misty water after a soft rain, were fixed on him. "You saved 'em, you did."

"THAT LITTLE BRAT WAS WEARING MY BARRETTES!" Grell shrieked.

"Those do not belong to you, Sutcliff," the Obsidian Reaper reproved his Subordinate.

"OH, BUT ~~WILL~~IA~~MMMMMM!"

Will grabbed Grell's hair and pulled them forward.

"Wait!" Finny cried, pulling away from Ciel who started at the abrupt interruption in the desperate sobbing that had ceased since the Reaper's appearance. "What's your name, sir? You saved the trees!"

The Reaper known as William T. Spears paused, standing stock-still with perfect posture in the basking glow of the October Moonlight. He turned his head slightly to gaze at the unknown Gardener, adjusting his glasses with an audible clink.

"Pardon?" he said.

"I said, you saved the trees, you did!" Finny ran breathlessly to William's side, his eyes glistening, tearstained, like dewy ponds of emotion in the moonlight. "Please sir!" Finny said, tugging on the fine silk sleeve of William's custom-tailored Reaper attire, "Tell me your name!"

"Who's that BRAT touching MY MAN!~~" Grell moaned, his hair still painfully entangled in the ebony-gloved hand of his emotionless Reaper Boss.

"My name is William," William said, turning to look at Finny. He gazed down upon a face of pure human emotion. "I admit that protecting the tress was not my intention. I have no attachments to this human world, natural or otherwise."

"OH!~~" Grell exclaimed, delicate cheeks flushing a shade of brightest peony. "William~~! So COLD!~"

"Shush," William said, cruelly tugging on the hair of his JuniorReaper subordinate. Grell squealed in pain and shrunk to a demure stature in the face of his dominant Senior.

Finny clasped his hands together in front of him, tiny fingers interlacing in an expression of thankfulness and joy. "Well thank you, Mr. William Sir! I won't forget you… I promise!"

William sneered a bit, adjusting his glasses again with a delicate slim black-gloved finger. "Very well then, Boy," he muttered.

"Come, Grell Sutcliff," William boomed, "I have disciplinary action to enforce."

With that, the Reapers disappeared into a magickal flash of blindingly sparkling light, leaving no trace of their presence in the Otherwordly glow of the dark English forest. There was no sound save for the exuberantly relieved breathing of Finny as he stared up at the air into which his dark cold Reaper Savior had disappeared with the other Shinigami Grell Suttcliff.

"Finny!" Ciel called. Ciel was ensconced in the warm interior of the Stagecoach, and ever deeper within the warm safety of his Daemon Butler Servant's strong, yet slender arms. Ciel nestled his face closer into the luxiourious velvet of Sebastian's lapel, whispering softly against the fabric.

"Thank you for saving us all," Ciel said, hot breath coming in lustful gusts against the Daemon's chest. "I… was frightened."

Sebastian's mouth curved in a Daemonically lustful smile as he weaved his pristine, pure-white gloved fingers through his Young Master's hair—how ironic, that such white and pure a fabric be this outfitted to the blackened soul existence of a DAEMON!

"Never fear, my Young Lord," Sebastian said, his fangs glistening in the night as they were unsheathed with hunger for the soul and body of his Young Master. "I am here for you, until the Very End!"

"Oh Sebastian," Ciel said, wrapping his arms around his Daemon Butler's narrow and muscle-hardened slim chest. His heartbeat quickened at the feel of the Daemon's mature, evil body against his young, innocent one. It was only natural that such temptation should strike a Boy so young and pure when faced with such an evil and Magickal power.

"Yes," Sebastian hissed, low and soft like a Biblical Serpent of yore, rife with temptation and bitter, forbidden fruits. He ran his tongue over his own fangs, but then stopped himself—no! He knew that his catlike pupils must be slit and surrounded by the most luxurious ruby glow as his Daemon desire peaked. But he must control himself! It would not be fitting, yet, to sully his Young Lord's innocence. Such a thing would take time, and the Boy was not yet prepared for such a deadly touch of pure Hellfire's Lust.

The reverie had ended just in time. A breathless Finny had caughtg up to the door of the Stagecoach, having run back to check on his Lord and their Butler.

"Master!" Finny cried, his young fresh pale skin slicked with the dew of tension's sweat, "Are you and Sebastian alright?"

"Yes," Ciel said, pulling swiftly away from his seductive Black Butler. "Carry on, Finny. There is work to be done."

"Yes," Sebastian purred, "There IS the issue at hand, of the poisoned confections."

Finny nodded with childlike exuberance, wanting only to please his former secret lover and the Butler he so admired. "Right!" he exclaimed. "Let me steer the Stagecoach faster towards Towne!"

"No need, Young Finny," Sebastian said, with a sweet and almost feminine quirk of his full, soft, pouty pale lips. He patted Finny on the head, ran his fingers through smooth golden locks where lost Barettes had once clipped neat the wild hair. "I will steer the carriage. You sit here with Young Master, and regain your strength."

"Oh! I…" Finny's voice trailed off as he clasped his hands together against his chest. He looked into the carriage at Ciel. A shining blue orb glanced at him, only to look swiftly away.

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That concludes this portion of the story!

Next chapter will feature the Sexy Junior Reaper Ronald Knox and his backstory and a detour into the Reaper World! Please R&R!

to be continued….!