The rain had stopped hours ago yet Ciel remained awake, eyes blue beaming alongside lustrous violet in the darkness of his room. He could not sleep. How anyone could remove someone's liver without any outward signs was obviously the work of another unearthly organism. Ciel supposed that the reason the victims were only those starting to mature was that maybe their liver's were the most tender, sweeter or bitter. He couldn't exactly imagine it.

He could not sleep. Sebastian had glared at the woman throughout her short visit, and it gave Ciel the feeling something was wrong, though Sebastian would never openly phrase this. He always enjoyed watching his master squirm, like a worm on a hook.

He should not sleep. The nightmares would come, burning fire, and unheard prayers, metallic odor, unearthly disgusting red. A sickening composure painted into his sleeping mind. So, Ciel Phantomhive would not sleep. Ciel Phantomhive could not sleep. Ciel Phantomhive dreaded sleep… and the burgundy eyes glinted in primal glee as they watched their master squirm…

The moon, pale, soft…eerie, hung itself gracefully behind a bank of smoky clouds, it's light gracing no one on this dark night. The man wasn't drunk, no, just "tipsy" as he stumbled along the cobblestone walkways and empty alleys. He took a long swig of sticky brown beer, tilting his head back so he could savior ever last drop. The empty bottle slipped from his fingers with ease, shattering as it splattered its glassy innards across the ground. Now he was drunk. Laughing at how silly the bottle looked he swung out his foot, stepping on four of the shattered brown glass.

"Y-you're bwoken…" He slurred eyes darkening slightly.

"And now you have…no one! NO ONE!" He shouted bringing his foot down onto the broken glass, again and again and again. It crunched wickedly into the stone pavement, crinkling into smaller more fragile remains. The man tottered backwards, still shouting out the bottles broken worthlessness as he bumped into something. Someone. He turned his head sluggishly, eyes glazed over with unshed tears of pent up frustration. He wasn't to intoxicated that he didn't realize the unease he got from the person behind him. He flung himself away, as if burned by the others touch, bottom lip sticking out in a slight pouting expression. He was like a scared rabbit. The figure stood, lanky, tall, hunched at the entrance of the alley. It's head was tilted to the side, greasy and long, tattered and tangled, over his wimpy shoulders. The man (he couldn't be sure, his face was hidden by a veil of brown matted hair) was smiling, eyes gleaming and hands twitching.

"Why are you sad?" The man asked, voice barky rough, yet tinged with a sweet sappy edge.

Sebastian made his way slowly down the long corridors of the mansion, the candelabra's flame had long since gone out. His steps were hauntingly slow, deliberate, and he just listened to the creaks and groans of the old manor around him. How boring. So very boring. He came across his master's door, opened a jar, and he peeked his head inside. His master's head lay gingerly on top of the pastry white pillow, mattered teal hair spread out on the soft silk cloth. His shoulders rose and fell peacefully, deep sleep drenching every pore of his fragile body. A worm. He groaned and shifted, the eye that held the contract twitched. Sebastian's hand throbbed slightly, and he couldn't help but grin. A hook.

The man didn't respond, no, his head hurt too much for that. He, for some inexplicable reason felt the need to be scared.

"Why are you angry?" The other man asked his voice slightly louder and he took a wobbly step forward. His hands, the man noticed were like stick twigs, long and thin. They sent a shiver down his spine, and he smacked his lips nervously together. Were fingers supposed to be that long? Was it normal for them to reach your knees? He studied his hands, surprised to notice that his were shorter than the other man's. He let out a strangled groan. He was so messed up.

"Why are you rejected?" This time the man did look up at the creepy figure and felt his throat tighten.

"I-I don't know." He murmured softly, voice hitching in on itself.

"I don't know…"

Sebastian opened the door to his master's room, silently, and like a sheet of smoke, danced closer to the bed.

The worm holds onto the hook, twists and turns on it.

The red-eyed demon moved closer, his eyes gleaming.

The strange man wobbled closer still, hair hiding the sinister grin.

The worm tries to escape, flailing its fat, worthless body around on the cold killing steel.

He kneeled down by the edge of the bed, his eyes leveled with that of his master's. Such a weak, fragile body…such a strong unnerved soul.

The eccentric man reached out a long bony hand, abnormally lengthy fingers creeping forward to pry open the drunken man's mouth. The man felt week, tired, as he met the other man's eyes, and barely noticed as he felt the stranger's fingers creep down his throat.

But no matter how much the worm struggles…

Ciel's eyebrows furrowed together, lips curved inward in a pained sort of way. The demon's stomach fluttered as he watched this act, and gently he lifted his fingers to gingerly caress his master's cheek. Soft, warm. His thumb trailed secretively to the young boy's lips, tracing over the soft smooth skin. The demon felt a surge of emotion, a surge of over-powering hunger. He was starving.

The long fingers worked their way down the narrow pipes of the throat, the skin and muscle warm and pulsing. The man gagged, bile rising to his throat only to have the fingers push it back down. The man's knees buckled, caved in on themselves as the fingers went farther still. The man couldn't breath. He couldn't do anything. Nothing but choke on this man's hand and fingers…and then…a blistering pain wretched throughout his entire body, and now it wasn't only his bile he was choking on, but his blood as well.

No matter how much the worm pulls against the steel of the hook…

Sebastian bent forward, slowly, delicately, so that he wouldn't wake his sleeping lord. Soundlessly he brushed his lips against his master's, a tickle of a butterfly's wing. But it was enough. He felt it then, that burning desire he got when he killed, when he feasted upon young sweet souls; that surging emotion that left a trail of hot flames in their wake. His eyes shot open wide, and he snapped himself away, contact searing on his hand. His master stirred, eyes shutting tight before they relaxed again and he turned, with a groggy groan onto his side. Sebastian sat, staring, and soon a grin spread across his face. How delicious his soul would be…

The man's body converged in upon itself, and the man's hand retreated from his body, blood gushing and spilling forward in a waterfall of crimson. His throw up mixed in with the red, giving it a sickening light chunky brown into the mix.

The worm can never escape the piercing grip of the twisted hook.

The man's eyes rolled back and he collapsed onto the pavement, head splitting open like a watermelon as it struck the cold stone. The bony man laughed, a deep-throated laugh and held up the man's yellow-ish organ in his hand.

Sebastian stood and left, his eyes glowing profusely in the dark. The door to Ciel's room closed, and Sebastian's receding footsteps grew lighter and lighter as he walked on. And as soon as they could not be heard anymore, Ciel Phantomhive opened his eyes, face red and blushing.