Hey all! Sorry this chapter took so long! As penance for taking forever I've decided to update with two chapters for you this week. Hope you enjoy this segment of Time After Time! Please read and review!

Oh. I don't own anything except Ian by the way. Otherwise I'd be very rich and Ian would have a t-shirt by now.

Black Butler

1980

She was eleven when got her first kiss. Over the last few years she had started to look forward to seeing Ian, who had become a friend of sorts, and would often have to bribe her father to go. They spent most of their time on the beach. They talked about places, people, and vampires in later years. Integra was happy she could have a friend to confide in. They were so few and far between.

The waves splashed against the rocks as they climbed to the top of the moss covered cliffs. The idea had been Ian's after he had seen the massive rocks jutting towards the sky. Integra doubted his sanity. "Are you sure your crippled?" she wheezed as they trudged up the tiny gravel path. Ian moved with surprising speed for a crippled boy, he was halfway up the path by the time Integra was just rounding a corner. He glanced back towards her with a cocky grin. "Pretty sure. Your slow for someone who isn't." he teased, his voice just hiding the chuckles that threatened to escape. Integra sighed and grumbled something about crippling his other leg. Ian just shook his head and limped to the top of the cliff sitting on a soft patch of grass. Integra followed him and collapsed next to him with a soft sigh. Ian smiled and began to hum.

"Did this little adventure have a point?" she asked regaining her breath. "No." Ian said cheerily watching her face stiffen with rage. Integra was going to kill him. Ian caught the death look she was giving him and chuckled. "Well it might of."

Integra raised an eyebrow. Ian moved closer and her heart began to thrum like a hummingbird's. "What are you?" She was abruptly cut off. They walked down the path holding hands. Integra's face felt warm.

1982

When she was thirteen her father died. Ian came over a few weeks after the incident to comfort his friend. It was then he met Alucard. The tall vampire immediately disliked the Irish boy. Sneering in the shadows, Alucard watched the boy comfort his master in ways he never could. He couldn't touch her. He wasn't allowed to love her. Growling, hate bubbled in his chest, growing like an angry flame. He couldn't be with her. Alucard smiled a devil's smile and vanished into the dark hallows of his dungeon home. If he couldn't be with her, neither would Ian.

"So who's he?" Ian asked after Integra's sobs had stopped soaking his collar. Integra held Ian's handkerchief tightly in her fist. The blue material scrunched together as the vampire was mentioned. She still hadn't gotten over having a vampire in the basement. She shut her eyes wearily as she answered. "He's my servant. My father left him for my protection."

Ian was silent for a moment before answering. His voice sounded far away to Integra's ears. It scared her. "He's a vampire Integra, any fool could see that. Your family has sworn to kill people like him. It doesn't make sense to keep him around like some pet….It just doesn't make any sense."

Integra bit her lip before answering. "Does anything ever make sense in this family?" Ian turned to her and got off the couch. He began to pace, his limp growing more pronounced in his agitation. Integra sighed quietly. She had foreseen this as soon as Alucard met Ian. They were like two sides of the same coin. Alike but too different to get along. She watched Ian pace back and forth in silence for a moment. His brow was furrowed with thought. "Ian?" she said quietly her voice trailing off. The very tone she used caused Ian to stop dead in his tracks. Though she would never admit it to the outside world, Integra was scared. Scared of what awaited her, scared of what intention her servant held, scared of losing everything she had ever known about herself. Ian limped his way over to her and wrapped her into a warm hug. "It's going to be okay." He murmured into her shoulder.

"How do you know?"

"I know everything."

Integra smiled against the fabric of his shirt. Ian felt the movement and continued "Who knows? Maybe I'll even be nice to him."

Integra began to laugh.

Up next!: Ian and Integra grow up, fight, and make babies!

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