A/N; Finaally back! My book is 99% done, but most importantly i'm not working on it every week, so it's not eating up my time as much anymore. Mostly what's been distracting me is other fanfics XD (some of you who have me on author alert might have notice I wrote something for Teen Wolf, as I greatly enjoy shows ….thats...only redeeming factor is the attractive homoeroticism :'D )

For those who are curious, as I wrote in my AN notes the last two chaps, my pregnant cat is no longer pregnant! She had 4 kittens, one of which was a stillborn ;3; The rest however, are beautiful and doing well :'D 2 siamese and one lil tabby. The mom has done a wonderful job for her first and only litter.

Even though his eyes were not open it was blindingly white.

He heard everything, and nothing.

Sirens, beeps and buzzes mixed in with the cold silence around him.

Everything hurt, yet everything was numb.

It was strange, truth be told, his dreams never felt so real...

In fact...it was almost like he wasn't dreaming at all...

Maybe he was dead...

"Oh, my. Are you awake?"

….Okay, maybe this wasn't a dream or heaven

Ciel cracked one blue eye open partially, and winced as there was an onslaught of bright lights on his sight. The blur that accompanied newly woken individuals faded to clear, as a nurse came into focus in front of him. Standing above him was more like it.

Both eyes wide open now, and senses on high alert, his body tried to take in everything as fast as possible.

He was in a hospital, that much was obvious from the white room, nurse and smell of rubbing alcohol.

But why was he in a hospital?

He looked over, and eye's locked on the IV connected to his arm. He had apparently lost blood. It was type O on the bag, which meant they didn't have enough information about him to supply him with his actual blood type; AB-. O, being the universal donor was the safest choice.

So why had he lost so much blood?

"Could you tell us your name and how you received that wound to the back of you leg, dear?" the nurse prompted him, smiling kindly, but with a hint of worry. While Ciel couldn't remember at the moment, it was highly unsettling to the older nurse to see such a young boy with such a serious wound. It wasn't the kind of wound one got from playing at the park.

Ciel blinked.

Back of his leg? That made sense, his leg had been killing him...why hadn't he noticed until now? Another IV with a morphine line answered his question.

Leg...leg...le-

Memories flashed across his mind.

The man at his school, running through Central Park despite his asthma, tripping...being stabbed by the mystery man ….falling against someone...

Red eyes...

Ciel sat up to the best of his ability, and turned his focus on the nurse, "Did someone bring me here...or was I found?'

She looked surprised but answered, "No..a dark haired young man brought you in. Probably saved your life...but he wouldn't answer any questions. When we called in the police, he was gone."

The nurse didn't include the fact that it was more like the dark haired man had simply vanished. Here one second, turn, gone the next. The mystery deepened when the officers had a look at their security footage to get a good look at the guy in case they needed to post an APB. However, when they looked at the security tapes, the man was no where to be seen, regardless of having been in the area with the video not on a loop as though it had been hacked. There was a very gentle dimming of the picture, and that was the only indication anything was different with the tapes. One of her fellow nurses had been working there for 20 years,and had never heard of anything like that happening, began referring to the man as 'el negro diablo'.

Regardless of the mystery surrounding the case, it was impossible to deny to any of the medical workers that the man had saved the boys life. With nothing much more than a sowing kit.

It looked as though the man and sewn up the wound, like one would do with stitches to prevent further bleeding out, and then made a tight tourniquet to slow blood flow and to put pressure on the wound. All of this while in the middle of New York's down town, before or even while hailing an ambulance.

The boy had lost enough blood they weren't sure he'd make it either way. But even in under 5 hours, the boy seemed to have made a wonderful come back and even shown signs of healing. No one was sure how, but the nurses station was all a flutter that 'el negro diablo' had something to do with it.

Ciel himself was understandably confused, even without the knowledge of the mysteries following his injury. Attacked and then possibly saved by a man who looked even more threatening than the person who had caused the injury.

"Could you tell us your name, address and phone number, dear? We need to contact your guardians, and get medical card information...Oh, and do you know your blood type?" The nurse prodded, if nothing else she prided herself in a job well done, as she picked up the nearly blank clipboard at the end of his hospital bed.

Ciel frowned, train of thought thrown off by stand regulatory business questions.

"I'm AB negative..and my name is Ci-"

A loud beeping sound came from the woman's pager, red flashing light and a buzz accompanying it.

She cursed silently, and ran out of the room. It was apparent someone else needed more dire help, pushing Ciel's identity priority far down the list.

He looked around his hospital room, which was apparently just a single bed room, with a window view. It would have been quiet if the heavy door had been shut. He glanced to the bathroom door, suddenly desperate for a drink of water. Sitting up fully to the best of his ability, careful not to tug out his IV cords, he attempted to swing his leg over the side of the bed.

It was for not, he immediately hissed and yelped in pain. His wound still far too fresh to be moved upon. It was likely even if he got to a standing position, his leg would give out. He'd rather be laying on the bed, rather than a cold hospital floor.

And then Ciel heard the heavy door close to his other side, and swung his head around figuring it to be the nurse.

It wasn't.

His eye's immediately fixed on the very man that was the last thing he saw before he passed out due to blood loss and shock.

Ciel couldn't speak and couldn't move. The lights in the room flickered off, leaving nothing but the light outside as illumination.

There, in the shadows of the doorway the man stood. Dark, and foreboding with gleaming mischievous red eyes and an ever present smile that came off more as a cruel smirk.

"Glad to see you're doing well...Though it appears the work isn't finished is it?"

That voice. Why was it so familiar?

It took Ciel a moment to realize the dark haired man was only partially speaking to him. And partially speaking to his company, of whom Ciel did not take notice of until now.

There was a small...man? Man..thing standing besides the other. Unlike the well kept and very prim looking taller gentleman, this thing was short and dirty with curved fingers and what were apparently small horns sticking out of the top of his head.

"What the hell are you?" Ciel breathed out, focus switching to the odd little creature.

"I think it would be more fit to ask what IN hell is he." Ciel's eyes darted back to the taller man. Much like the last number of times his eyes trained upon him there was a certain pulling in his gut. Familiarity, and sadness perhaps.

"I'ma goblin, imp or a lower demon or'ra whatever ya wanna call me. Whichever you have it, don't matter none. I'm doin' him a favor here with you there. So sit back'n'don't scream too loud right?"

The thing took a few steps forward, and it's greasy little hooked hands began to glow a very strange sickly green color.

Ciel blinked a few times as though he was trying to rid himself of such a vision.

"You... can't ...possibly expect me not to scream." He spoke out very slowly as though he was speaking to a very slow child.

"No, but it doesn't really matter."

A hand clamped down over Ciel's mouth. Panic set in and he began to struggle as hard as he could against the offending thing. He never even noticed the taller man moving until he was behind him and had a gloved hand over his mouth.

He looked up with wide blue eyes dilated in fright, to meet calm and amused red eyes.

This couldn't end well.

Claude crouched down, fingers dipping down to a half dried spot of what would have been a good sized puddle of blood. With a feathering touch, his digits traced over the area as though trying to make sense of what had happened.

Gold eyes surveyed the spot with the keen vision of a crime scene detective. He slowly stood back up, and let his thoughts wander.

The retaining wall for the lake had been damaged a few steps back for a number of feet along the wall. It looked as though someone had dragged a heavy piece of metal across it...and then used it to attack the individual that had bled out onto the ground.

That individual being Ciel Phantomhive...or at least someone with very similar blood. The person being Ciel himself wasn't that far fetched given Claude lived with Alois.

And it seemed like he wasn't the only demon to have found their ward. He could smell Sebastian's scent still lingering in the air, it was likely the real reason Ciel's body wasn't laying here cold and dead on the ground was due to his butler..or..former butler as the case may be...

Claude wasn't about to seek out another fight with Sebastian over Ciel's soul. It wasn't even likely that the boy would be willing to sell it, Alois hadn't. Claude was tied to servitude with the boy for other reasons, he thought with a slight frown.

But still, it brought up a very uneasy dilemma. Did he search out Alois still, or did he search out the other demon of whom he did not have a great past with, with the thought that the other may know more than Claude did?

He heard a few light noises to his left and turned his gaze upon the triplets.

"And?"

They exchanged a few glances,

"We tracked it up to Poughkeepsie, then the trail stopped." "We tracked it and then it stopped" "I bet the stupid kid is dead. That'd be funny."

Claude fixed the three brothers with a certain look he usually only gave to things that annoyed him in such a way that he was willing to crush them with a single thumb.

"It's likely they doubled back. His scent's still strongest in New York." "They doubled back, most likely. Still smells here." "I'm still hoping he's dead."

Doubled back? But why?...Claude hummed in thought before he realized, if he hadn't been the only one to notice Sebastian's presence in New York city it would be likely that Grell would have headed back in this direction anyway...

And if Alois' scent was following Grell's movements it was likely that the boy wasn't doing it by free will.

"And we just found this." "We found it." "Who'd throw a phone into a lake. Stupid."

The triplets held out a slightly damp cellphone, thankfully it was a well crafted piece, rather than the phones that broke just by simply looking at them. It helped it was wrapped in some sort of protective clear plastic or rubber casing, which kept a good portion of the water out.

The phone was still not in good shape however, the screen flickered and spazzed as water slowly ate out it's fragile electronic pieces.

But, they could see what they needed to see, the 'Last Call' page.

Claude frowned.

This was Alois' cellphone number.

It appeared as though the boy himself knew more than he was letting on. And if that was the case just how much did he know...or remember?

He recalled Alois mentioning a boy named Ciel, when Alois came back from his flight...But Claude didn't think too much of it at the time, and now he was realizing maybe he should have.

Alois was in touch with Ciel Phantomhive, without his knowledge. Now Alois was with a Death God, and it appeared as though another death god or demon attacked Ciel who was rescued by Sebastian...

What did it all mean, and why was there a sudden emergence of attacks by the Death Gods?

Then Claude wondered if Ciel and Alois had been the targets at all...that sort of force seemed strange if it was only directed at eradicating two young human boys. Could it have been a plot to get rid of Sebastian? Was kidnapping Alois a plot to get rid of himself and the other demons?

...Was Alois even kidnapped at all?

A distant memory formed in Claude's head, one of his hands snapping the fragile neck of Alois...the blood that spilled and how his eyes light slowly faded out like a dying star.

….If Alois was remembering more than he let on, could he even be doing this for revenge?

Claude made up his mind, he needed to find and address the state of the attack, to Sebastian, to see if this was the Death God's targeting their wards, or targeting they themselves. And it was highly possible Ciel would know something about Alois as well...

He turned to the triplets again.

"Find Ciel Phantomhive, or Sebastian Michelis. Either one should be with the other"...Like old times.

The triplets glanced to each other again.

"We already did." "Yeah. Did it already." "He's at Mountain Heart Hospital, about 2 minutes away. But so is the demon. And something else."

Claude cocked an eyebrow, "Something else?"

Another secretive glance between the three.

"It smells like...Styx was opened."

Claude was speechless for the first time in a long time.

What had happened that was so serious, and Sebastian so desperate that he'd recruit help from hell?

"Hey brat, what's taking them so long? I thought you said the call went through! Why isn't the other brat here already?"

Grell flung open the heavy door to the crypt like it was mere cardboard. All of his movements had a certain amount of finesse' and style to them, that was only slightly over necessary. Red hair flying with the movement, and a permanent 'You vex me' look upon his face, Grell gazed down upon the body of Alois Trancy.

Alois had previously been desperately trying to find some way out, or to get the door to budge just enough that he could wedge it open, when he heard the tell tale footsteps coming down the stairs.

He moved quickly to recline in a relaxed position in the crypt, looking all the while like someone who just didn't give a shit about anything.

He turned his gaze up upon his red haired bespectacled captor and with a lazy smirk, he tossed his cellphone up at him. Grell caught it with ease.

"I did, but you know Ciel. You do know him right? I doubt he would have fallen for that...But by all means use my phone to call him again. Of course the battery is dead though." He gave a cheeky smile. It wouldn't take even the best of eyes to notice Alois' hands were shaking, and fingers bloody, but Grell was more wrapped up in himself to notice the boys act.

Grell stomped his foot and angrily blew a piece of hair out of his eyes. It had been a few hours now, with no sign of Ciel and more importantly no sign of Sebastian.

At this rate, he'd have to drop the dramatics and go out looking himself. But leaving Trancy here like this could be a pain...

Grell cocked his head to the side. He was a death god after all, a reaper of souls.

And Alois most certainly shouldn't still be alive, he realized that much early on. Not like the other one...

But...He didn't want 5 angry demons after his quite cute if he may say so, behind.

A thought slowly started to form in his mind, a cruel devious plan.

If he reaped the boys soul, and used his weapon, it would be like a Death God calling card to the demons.

However...if he just simply killed the boy...they might not ever find out who did it.

Red wasn't his color after all, Grell thought with a smirk, looking down into Alois' eyes. Maybe a blue or purple would fit him best.

And so he wrapped one strong hand around the boys throat.

Ciel hadn't realized he had passed out until he came to again. This time, his memory didn't take nearly as long to come rushing back to him.

He sat up fast, with panicked eyes like a rabbit fearing a fox.

"E' heal's up well donn't he, Sebastian?"

Ciel made a not so masculine eep-ing sound as he focused again on that hideous little man, he was half hoping was some sort of drug induced nightmare.

"He does indeed..., Thank you Jennis..That will be all for now."

The man called 'Sebastian', pulled out of the shadows. He was either a truly dark and horrifying being, or simply enjoyed dramatic entrances. Maybe a bit of both.

He smiled a smile at Ciel that was of unidentified emotion. It was neither angry, or happy, or calm or worried. It was like a mask, with a monster preening it's wings below the surface.

"Who are you people?" Ciel said firmly. He may have been 13, in a hospital gown, with a gimpy leg but he sure as hell wasn't going to let these things take complete control.

The being called Jennis let out a oily little bark of laughter, before nodding to Sebastian.

"I'll be takin' my leave now then."

Sebastian held out a hand, a universal 'wait' motion. Jennis and Ciel both exchanged slightly confused looks as the tallest of the three seemed distracted by something.

Sebastian's eyes were no longer focused on Ciel, but something else entirely.

"Actually, I may require your assistance for a minute more. Could you take Ciel here into the bathroom and lock the door? I'm afraid we have a not so friendly visitor..."

Sebastian snapped out of it, but there was just a hint more urgency to his voice than usual. But it wouldn't have been picked up on except by individuals that knew him well.

Ciel heard it though.

But before he could think on that greatly he suddenly realized this could be serial killer just told this vile little imp to LOCK him in the bathroom with IT.

"Oh, no no no no no you are not-!"

Ciel didn't have time to do more than wave his hands back and forth, face showing his shock. He was grabbed up by the deceptively strong Jennis, and tossed over the things shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

Ciel yelped and tried desperately to cover his bare backside with one hand and fight against the being with the other hand. It was for not, and before he knew it he was dropped into the shallow hospital bathtub, and Jennis slammed the door shut.

As the door was closing Ciel caught the eye of Sebastian outside of the bathroom, and he found himself wondering with whom he was safer with.

Sebastian sighed deeply. It may have been a way of keeping Ciel out of the line of fire, but a locked door and Jennis weren't enough to keep the intruders out if Sebastian were to fall.

So, he reasoned. He'd just have to ….convince them to leave first.

He turned to the door leading into the hospitals hallway. The lights flickered.

"It's been awhile."

Sebastian smiled familiarly at Claude Faustus flanked by three demonic shadows.

- Seeyounexttime~

AN; If I don't respond to reviews immediately, it's because I'm without internet, except when I can get to a WIFI spot for...lord knows how much longer. I've already been without for close to 2 weeks now XD

Um..I don't know what else really to say. Jennis is my own character, and won't be in the story much. He's a minor demon that looks a bit like a troll crossed with a cheeseburger, and if you're trying to picture his accent I imagine it somewhat like someone with a really heavy bronx accent, pretending to so a heavy cockney accent.

Grell might seem like a bad guy in this, but he's really not the main focus of the story as far as antagonists go. I like to think he's no worse than his actual character..which one might remember, enjoyed slaughtering people XD Everyone in Kuro could be an antagonist if you're viewing them from a certain perspective.

Review pretty please?

I may end up writing another chapter in the next few days if I don't have internet still XD :'D I'll write faster though if I get reviews~