I am sooo sorry! I'm in a play right now and it is taking all my time. But I took a mental health day so I am writing to calm me down. Please review and enjoy!

When the Fairfield twins came back to chool their hair was stylishly short, and there was only a bit of black on their lips. Kip only smiled at them and watched as they flaunted their new look. She knew she had won, and that gave her a deeper staisfaction than anything.

"How is your eye doing?"

Kip looked up and once again avery blond Liz standing before her.

"It hasn't gotten any better, it's started leaking something that smells like piss at the most inconvienient times."

Liz on ly smiled and sat next to her.

"My dad's a doctor, he could take a look at it."

"Thanks, but I can't afford a doctor."

Kip expected the overly nice Liz to keep pestering her, but Liz's eyes had wandered somewhere past Kip's shoulder.

Kip turned only to see Sebastian/Michael coming toward them.

"Just great, the last thing I need today is Liz drooling over that bastard."

"Hi Michael! That is a smashing leather jacket!"

Kip wanted to puke.

Michael/Sebastian smiled at her.

"Thank you."

Michael put his hand over Kip's in an almost protective gesture.

"It really is an old thing."

Liz's green eyes were fixed on Michael/Sebastian's hand, she looked like it personally offended her.

"Well, that's nice. Anyway, I was just wondering if you wanted to come to the cinema with a group of us on Friday?"

To Kip's utter disgust Michael/ Sebastian put his arm over her shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I have a feeling I will be. . . Extremely busy on Friday."

Kip could smell him. He smelled like an unnamed spice that made her want to close her eyes and lean in.

She felt herself leaning into him and pinched her arm and she immediatly drew back, only to see Liz waslking back to her table with her tail between her legs."

Kip stood up.

"Pull something like that again you hell born oaf, and you are going to find a plastic fork so far up your ass it'll come out of that twat like mouth of yours. You follow?"

"Perfectly."

"Good."

Kip walked away woodenly. The cold London air felt good on her skin, her cheeks were especially warm, when a voice like ice came from behind her.

"I think you'll find you're still the bitch."

Kip whirled to see Ash and his posse standing around him, all of them had cut their hair short in an effort to look lie him.

"Ahh and here he comes, with all his disciples in tow. Tell me Ash, did you know you had a head shaped like a pear?"

He grabbed her by the throat and pushed her up against the rain soaked wall.

"Tell me Kip, did you know Michael was the S and M type before or after he gouge your eye out?"

He spit on her face when he said her name, and threw her down on the ground.

"Why didn't you tell us you liked that ort of thing? You're going to be in Heaven right now."

They started kicking her and spitting on her. Shewaned to fight, but there were four of them, all she could do was curl into a ball and protect her head.

She felt something digging into her stomach, and she remembered. She had gotten up late that morning and had thrown on her old sweatshirt.

It still had her revolver in it.

As they kicked and called her a whore and a bitch, she reached into the pocket and pulled the gun out.

She shot a foot that was headed straight for her nose. There was a yell and a thump as the unfortunate victim fell to the ground clutching his foot in pain.

Kip's ears were ringing as they all backed away from her, she vaguely heard Ash say,

"Holy shit, she's got a gun!"

She stood and held the gun right between his eyes.

"Just stay away from me."

They only lookd at her in shock and fear as their friend moaned on the ground.

"STAY AWAY!"

Her voice was shrill and blood poured out of her mouth and nose.

They all ran away from her, two of them stopping to help their friend.

As soon as they were out of sight she dropped the gun with a clatter and slid down the wall wiping the blood from her face.

Kip was so tired. Of everything. Demons, contracts, criminals, bullying, the goddamned patch that made her eye itch, past lives.

Being grown up.

Right then she let herself go. She wanted her mother, if her mother was here none of this would have happened. The salt stung the various scrapes on her face, but she was so tired it didn't matter anymore.

"At least you actually carry a gun with you now, maybe I won't always have to save-"

"ENOUGH!"

Kip shouted and she stood, Michael/Sebastian's eyes widened a bit as he took in the extent of her injuries.
"I've had enough of you! I've had enough of Ciel Phantomhive and his stupid contract! I am not him! I am Caterina Elizabeth Pherguson, I live at Pine Mist flats Number 6 with my brother Alan. I am a chronic theif! I am no one else!"

She fell back down.

"No one else. . . "

Michael/Sebastian sighed and picked her up.

"You are more trouble than your worth. . "

He stopped, he had smelled her blood. Sebastian wasn't a vampire, but one could smell the soul in the blood.

He could barely keep himself from falling over, the scent was so much more potent than it had been before, he had to wonder why.

As he brought Kip home in his arms and bleeding for the second time, Alan answered the door and started to cry. He held Kip's hand and told her to hold on, she would be better soon, and Sebastian understood, why her smell was stronger.

Kip, unlike Ciel, had people to live for, and people who lived for her.

She was loved.