Kip lay on her bed absentmindedly flipping the watch over and over in her hands. Watching the silver reflect the moonlight and almost blinding her. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she stayed in the same position on her back almost the whole night. As soon as her eyes had shut her window slid silently open and a dark figure sat on the edge of her bed.

"I've found you. At last."

The figure's smooth gloved fingers caressed her face and pushed a lock of her black hair away from her blue eyes.

"My Lord."

Well how's that for a prologue? Anyway I forgot to say it last time but I do not own Kuroshitsuji and never will. I am handling this thing with Daughter Of Death so, fingers crossed, new chapter should be up before April.

School was the same as ever. Something to do while waiting for your real life to start. Kip kept an eye out for Michael all day. Who knew what the guy would do to her if he knew she was actually the one who had stolen his watch. Well, he could always buy it back.

Kip had visited Mr. Morten's pawn shop that morning. It was filled with dark objects that were usually family heirlooms with a "curse" on them. Kip wove her way through the aisles of different piles of clutter all the way to the back.

"Mr. Morten? This is no time to be playing childish games; I've got something for you!"

The owner appeared out the shadows and swooped behind her.

"And what have we here now?"

Kip whirled around to face the man. His whitish gray hair covered his eyes and he wore a black bowler hat. Though his hair was in the way you could see his eyes were an intense green color.

"I've got you a genuine silver pocket watch, probably from the 18th century."

Mr. Morten took the watch from her small fingers and examined it in his own pale slender ones.

"Very well . . . I will give you 250 pounds for it. It is real silver as you say. And fairly undamaged."

"I'll take it."

The owner looked up from his new treasure.

"I usually have to bargain with you for an hour before you'll agree."

Kip went to the cash register and took 250 pounds out of it. No more, no less.

"I can't afford bargaining right now."

Mr. Morten only nodded and slipped a 20 pound note into her jacket pocket as she left the shop.

Sitting and eating in the corner of the lunchroom was one of Kip's few pleasures during the day. Alan was in a different class building so he had to eat there.

She loved just sitting and watching people. She was unashamed in her staring. Trying to figure out why they said the petty and frivolous they did was one of her favorite past times.

Kip felt an unfamiliar presence sit next to her. Her gaze did not even waver from her latest victim, Pam.

Pam was a quiet girl with long brown hair, with no real talents except for her huge knockers.

The person next to her cleared their throat, she still stared at Pam. Who was now complaining to her friends because they were making fun of the romance novel she was reading.

"Are you always this cold?"

Kip finally turned and met the dark eyes if Michael. He was just Michael to her; it suited him better than two names.

"Why should it matter?"

He took a bite of an apple.

"I was just wondering how much you sold my watch for."

She took a sip of water.

"Honestly? You're still on about that? I told you I didn't take it."

"What makes you think I'll believe you?"

"Oh I don't know. Common human decency? You don't even know me and you accuse me of stealing."

He smirked, his eyes beginning to blaze.

"That is where I think you are wrong."

He picked up his full tray and dumped in the trash bin right by her table.

"You'll find I know you all too well."

She could only watch him walk away.

She looked down at her food, humiliated she couldn't come up with a retort before he had bolted, and noticed a small silver mobile phone lying on the seat Michael had just vacated.

She grabbed it like it was a small fish about to dart away. She turned her back on the rest of the cafeteria and flipped it open and went to his pictures.

They were all of her.

Her sleeping, walking to her science class, Lying in the rare bit of sunlight they had had on Saturday. She scrolled to the last picture and saw a close up of her face, looking up in pure fascination and awe while moonlight reflected in her eyes.

It was only taken last night, when she was looking at the watch.

Kip quickly closed the phone and slipped it into her bag. She guessed Michael had left it on purpose. Scratch that, she knew he had left it for her to find. It was a message, it was a warning.

I'm watching you.

The rest of that day Kip was looking over her shoulder every thirty seconds hoping to see Michael watching her. At least then she would know what the hell was going on. Was Michael planning on killing her? Was he just stalking her for the hell of it? At almost every turn she could feel his eyes burning through her, revealing everything to the whole world.

When she got back to the flat she was a complete wreck. As soon as she closed and locked all the locks she slid down and out her head in her hands. She heard Alan walk into the room. There was a crash and the sound of glass shattering.

"KIP! Kippy what's wrong! Please tell me you're not hurt!"

She felt his hands on her head, feeling for injuries, when he found none he proceeded to stroke her long hair gently.

"It'll be fine Kip. I promise it will. It'll all be better."

Kip wrapped her arms around her brother. She loved him, but at the same time she couldn't help but felt nauseous at his clinging.

What was happening to her?