I don't own Black Butler, but I own René le Démon.

The Phantomhive girl embraced her doll as she walked around the dark alley aimlessly. She knew this wasn't a dream when her arm started to bleed through the bandages. Drops of blood hit the ground.

Shit! Why won't I stop bleeding?

Scared and confused, the mistress does not know what to do anymore. She was expecting to die any sooner until someone approached from the shadows behind the 17-year old. Marceline felt two hands on her shoulders and deep, masculine voice whispering in her ear:

"Going somewhere my dear?"

The young mistress turned around, facing a tall, handsome stranger with long black hair, grey eyes, extremely pale skin in a formal suit with a vest. She knew instantly that was a demon, not Sebastian in disguise. His alluring voice was completely different.

"What a lovely young lady you are," he runs his fingers down Marceline's hair, smiling. Then he grabs her bleeding arm, pulling her closer. His eyes glow like Sebastian's and licked his lips.

The pain was unbearable for the young mistress as he grip her harder and harder.

Is this how I'm gonna die? The mistress thought.

She was wrong.

A normal human would die from hemorrhage, but even after losing so much blood, Marceline still didn't collapse in her own blood. She didn't understand why; the only thing lingering in her mind was that she may or may not be human after all. There was a pond of blood formed below their feet.

The demon releases his grip and licked his bloody hands in delight.

So delicious.

He must have her.

Marceline broke free, fleeing away into hiding. There was no doubt that demon would chase after the young mistress. It's impossible to track her down by scent. However, he can still try to find her visually even if he had to search the entire world looking for that girl.

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Looks like I lost him. She thought.

"Oh Marcey!" a very familiar voice called from the roof under the moon.

"Hey Grell!" she waved to her best friend.

"Ooh! What's that behind your back?!" he jumped off the roof, gently landing on his feet.

"It's nothing."

"Liar," he swiped the doll behind her back, "OH MY GOD! THIS IS THE CUTEST BASSY DOLL I'VE EVER SEEN!" the redhead reaper had hearts on his eyes.

He grinned at his best friend with his razor sharp teeth.

"I know what this mean…"

"It's not like that—"

"MARCEY LOVE BASSY! MARCEY LOVES BASSY!" he sang from his heart making Marceline's cheeks red in embarrassment.

"MARCEY AND BASSY SITTING ON THE TREE. K-I-S-S-I-N-G" he twerked his ass in front of her and danced, "MARCEY LOVE BASSY. MARCEY LOVES BASSY—"

"If you shut up, I'll make one just for you."

"Really?! OH THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" Grell hugged the mistress.

"Hey!" another reaper with pentagonal shaped glasses appeared riding on his lawn-mower.

"We're suppose—"he was cut off by the sight of his subordinate's best friend, "Hey babe! I'm Ronald Knox!"

"I'm Marceline Phantomhive."

They shake hands.

"So you must be my man's best friend are you?"

"Yeah…"

"Damn! You never told me she was cute!" he faces Grell, then back to Marcey.

"Say babe, how 'bout you and me on a date? And what's with the cat ears and tail? Is that what you really look like? Why are you bleeding?" he pointed at her left arm.

"I'm curious as well," Grell said.

"I never had them before. It's a long story."

"No worries babe. So you're a Phantonhive huh? You must be that little rich pipsqueak's older sister aren't you?"

"Yeah… I'm adopted"

"No wonder you two don't look like each other! It's cool! It's cool!"

"Hide me."

"What?" Grell said.

"There's a demon after me—"

"Ooh! Is it Bassy?!" the red-head reaper had hearts on his eyes again.

"No."

"Aww" he pouted and quiver.

Before Marceline could explain, the earth began to shake moment by moment.

A large, monstrous figure casted a shadow behind Marceline, Grell, and Ronald.

"KAHFDIASFJASNFKSF!? WHAT IS THAT THING! IT'S HORRIBLE!" Grell was terrified.

"That would be that demon chasing after me… in his true form."

The red-head pulls out his death scythe resembling a chain-saw.

"No butt-ugly demon is gonna take my BFF away!" he jumps into the airs and begins to fight the demon.

"Hop on babe!" Ronald offers to carry the girl on his back. He starts the engine and head off in a straight direction.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked sweetly.

"To the Undertaker," she responded.

"Alright!" he went full speed ahead on his lawnmower.

When they two finally arrived at the funeral parlor, young reaper offered his service to protect the best he can. The Phantomhive girl thanked his efforts and enters the main building.

"Hello there! What can I do for you, my young mistress?!" Undertaker asked.

"Do you have any spare coffins that I can get into? There's a demon after me and I have nowhere else to hide—"

"You really want to get into one of my special coffins!? Eeeee!" he clapped his hands and twirled around happily.

"I'll let you if— he raises his index finger, "you tell me a joke. Just one joke and I'll let you into my coffins!" he drooled.

"Alright."

Less than a second later, the Undertaker laughed manically; so hard that the sign outside not only fell onto the ground, but the Undertaker himself blasted off the roof, landing back happily hard into his shop.

"Oh my… You girl!" he pointed at her again with his index finger, "should really be a comedian!"

He rolled around the floor drooling before pounding into the ground laughing.

"Ok, my dear," he gets up, "this way," opening the curtains.

The girl examines the many coffins, expecting to have corpses in them.

"This way, my dear!" the Undertaker led her to a fancy, expensive-looking coffin.

"Are you sure you want me to use this as a hiding spot?"

"Sure! Sure! It's all yours!"

Marceline was uncertain.

"Don't worry, my mistress! Undertaker will take very good care of you. Trust me!" he offers her hand in escort.

She climbs into the coffin and relaxes.

"Now, if you need anything, just knock on this coffin."

"Ok."

He gently closes the coffin.

"Rest in Peace!" he joked.

"This is actually quite comfortable."

"I knew you would love it, my dear. I made that coffin just for you! Sleep tight!" he turns off the lights.

The mistress slowly closes her eyes, enjoying the comfort in her very own coffin.

It's only a moment of time when he finally found her…