AN: Boo ya! Here is the lovely chapter 7

I have to say, this chapter holds some of those feels. So grab some tissues.

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"Momma, why do I have to leave? Am I not a good girl?" A ten-year old Cassandra asked her mother.

The question pulled at the older woman's heart. Cassandra's mom was not considered a spring chicken, having laughing lines around the corners of her mouth and stress lines under her brown eyes. The woman had a few greys in her other wise dark red hair. The woman wasn't entirely old either, her age in the early 30's. Just the past ten years has been hard on the woman, as her only daughter would get sick every few months. A couple of the times left the child on her death-bed; how the child survived, not even the best doctors knew. It was as if Cassandra had a guardian angel watching over her.

The stress in the woman's life had only worsened in the past year. Late last year, her husband died of cancer and most of the Lovhert money went to medical bills for not only the husband, but daughter as well. What remaining money that was left over had gone to funeral planning and a casket. These unfortunate events lead the once very young-looking woman to appear as she did now.

Sadly things had not gotten better, as the family did not have enough money any more to support a child lead to putting her daughter up for adoption. Which lead to the question that was just asked by the innocent child.

smiled sadly at her daughter, "No sweetie, you are mommy's little angel."

The mother petted the young girl's head and hugged her tightly. "Mommy just has to take care of a few things, and you can come back. Okay? Be a good girl until that day comes alright?"

Cassandra nodded her head vigorously, wanting to please her mother. With one last hug and another good-bye, the butler to Cassandra's new family took the child's hand and lead her to the coach that awaited them.

With the crack of a whip, the vehicle jolted forward and away from the house. Cassandra quickly bolted to the window and watched as her home disappeared into the distance. A tear left the child's eyes as she whispered a good-bye to her home for ten years.

I awoken from my dreams by a knock on my door. My eyesight was greeted with those of Sebastion, the creepy butler. "Have a nice sleep miss?" The raven haired man asked as he stepped into the room.

Sitting up, I yawned and stretched as the events from earlier passed through my mind. "Eer, yeah. How long was I asleep?" Fogginess was heard in my voice as my body was still adjusting and trying to wake up.

"You slept past dinner. I tried to wake you, but you refused to wake." The creepy butler said as I noticed he had a try in one hand. On the tray was a cup of tea and a muffin. "Master Ceil felt bad that he went ahead and ate with out you, so he had me bring this so you had something in your stomach. You might want to finish the food and drink quickly. We leave in fifteen minutes." I watched as Sebastion held his creepy smile and placed the try on the night stand next to me.

I muttered a thank you and quickly devoured the muffin, not realizing how hungry I was. Leaving the tea, I got out of the bed and walked over to the bathroom and looked at my appearance in the mirror. Flabbergasted at how horrid I looked, I quickly searched for a brush and detangled my curly hair.

My dream ran across my mind again, that was the day my life changed for the worse. My mother did come back for me. News of her death had quickly reached my adopted house hold a few short months after my arrival. The stress had finally caught up to her; her heart had given out on her. I did not have much time to grieve as at the Griffon Manor, I was nothing but a simple servant.

After the rat nest known as my hair became tamed, I went to the room again and took a full swing of the tea and sighed at the taste. Jasmin tea, imported directly from Japan, my favorite. I placed the fine tea-cup back down and put my boots back on, how they came off? I do not remember. A few more minutes passed as I continued to enjoy the tea when I heard another knock. Expecting to see the creepy man, who gives off the vibe of a demon, known as Sebastion, I shouted open. Still enjoying my quickly emptying tea-cup, I didn't notice the extra entity enter the room. Feeling as if being watched, I glanced up to see not only Sir Creepy, but Ceil as well.

The blue-eyed male gave me a simple smile as he saw the tea was gone. "It has time for us to leave. Please allow me to explain the plan as we leave my manor."

I quickly nodded, placed the tea-cup back on the night stand, and followed Sir Creepy and Ceil out of my temporary room and down to the main hall. " I was given information earlier this day that one of our suspects in the case has been spotted near the poor parts of London."

Ceil informed me as we soon left the manor and made our way to the coach. I noticed that Sir Creepy Sebastion was already waiting for us to enter the buggy. Helping his master and I in, he closed the door and then sat on top and had the horses leave the manor. My attention drew back to Ceil as he spoke again. "We are heading to the sights, our suspect has been seen, at this moment and are going to keep an eye on it."

Confused by the older adult's wording, I asked. "It?"

"Yes, its name is Grell. It is clear it is a man, but it calls itself a she. So I simply call Grell an it. Makes things less complicated."

"That is very unhealthy. Is this person even in their right mind?" I inquired, a little unsure how I felt about this Grell person.

"I do not even know the answer to this question. You will simply understand when we cross Grell's path." Ceil said, unsure of how else to explain the strange creature.

I nodded my head, remaining silent for the remainder of the ride. I am hoping after tonight I will be a bit closer in finding out about who this killer was. I had to admit, I was very fascinated by the killer, the way they killed, it was as if they had a certain hatred for the male kind. I am curious about why that was.

The ride seemed to take hours until we reached the slums of London. After the coach stopped and Sebastion once again helped us out of the buggy, I noticed Sir creepy held a strange aura to himself. "Master, it appears IT is aware of our presence and is making Its way here."

If I had not been paying attention, I would not have noticed a shudder run down the male's spine. This disturbed me, my suspicions of him being one of them were becoming more of a fact. No way a normal person could sense someone. What Ceil said next, only made me more disturbed. "I sense the idiot as well."

Who were these two? I just wanted tonight to end already.

Silence quickly followed us, except for the scared whinnying that came from the horses. Without warning, Ceil started to head in the opposite direction the carriage faced, Sebastion following quickly behind him. Guessing that I was meant to follow as well, I ran to catch up with them. We walked a short distance when we soon came to an open road near the river that ran through London. I noticed Sir Creepy shuddered again, which in turn made me question just how unstable this Grell person was.

As if God himself had heard my question, a squeal could be heard be heard from about our little group. Confused to where the sound was coming from, I heard it again but it sounded closer this time.

"SEEEBBBYYYY-CHHHAAAAN!"

Not even a few seconds later a blob of red crashed from the skies and landed on Sebastion. I quickly jumped out of the way, as a loud boom echoed the empty streets. A cloud of dust stood around where I stood previously and where as it seemed, Sebastion met his untimly fate. Had I just witnessed someone's death?!

I didn't have time to register what exactly happened as the same squealing continued, even after the dust started to clear.

"Sebby. Sebby. Sebby. Sebby! Oh how I missed you, my Seb-ast-ion-chan." The girly male's voice chanted. I was now beyond confused, the shock of everything left my mouth speechless. After all the dust cleared, I saw the full damage of the impact. A crator the size of a man had been made. Pieces of bricks laid scattered around the hole, but no blood. This only confused me more.

I noticed flashes of red as the voice continued to chant the butler's name. Then the chanting was replaced with a scream as the red blob had been launched from the hole and into the water. I then saw Sebastion appear out of the hole, with no injuries. Just his tux covered in dirt. He climbed out and then brushed off the dirt.

What. The. Hell. Sebastion, also known as Sir Creepy was one of them. There was no doubt in my mind now. There was no way in hell a normal person could survive the impact of an attack like that, unless they were a damn demon. Memories of the night I ran, crossed my mind once more. The fire, the blood, the screams and her. My mind went blank in that moment, only one stayed put, in which my body gladly followed.

Run.

An: Sooooo. Thoughts? Who else got a little teary eyed when Cass had to leave her mommy? I know I did when I was typing.

I couldn't help but laugh at the the nickname that Cass secretly gave Sebastion. Nor when Grell attacked Sebastion haha.

Question for this chapter: What is your nickname for any of the Black Butler characters?

Mine: Undertaker-Sexy-kun; Grell-Grellie-chan

Until next time

~Kitsuu