A/n- I know it might be confusing but Beast is not dead. I couldn't tell you more without destroying the story. So you will just have to read on. :D thank you to hope diamond for constantly reviewing it is much appreciate and Robin Pendragon for reviewing as well. I hope everyone reading enjoys the story so far. So I will stop my rambling and begin

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'Joker' held me as we sat on a cliff overlooking the Phantomhive's Manor. He played with my black locks as I traced his biceps. We stayed there for a while milking this peace for as long as we could. But then it hit me like a ton of bricks, 'Joker' had both arms, One gentle playing with my hair the other supporting both our weights. How could I not notice it? I leaned up and grabbed his arm; 'Joker' seemed slightly confused but quickly recovered, hiding all his emotions under that perfect mask.

"What are you doing" he asked in a perfectly even tone.

"When did you get this, Joker" challenging his nonchalant demeanor. His furrowed his eyebrow in confusion.

" I have always had both my limb" he paused to say something else but decided to stop gentle removing my hand from his arm

"Joker, you never had this arm at least not when I've known you "this time his eyebrow twitched showing a small crack in the mask he wear in front of me.

"Stop calling me that" he looked away from his voice tense but still even

"Calling you what, Joker"

"That" he pauses "joker" I stare at him. He wasn't serious, right. I'd ever only known him as joker and a far as I known that what he ever known him self as.

I abruptly turn away from him crossing my arms "what should I call you then" little more than slightly annoyed.

He flinched a bit at my comment farther breaking through the mask "call me Cian"

"Why? Joker sounds much better"

"Don't compare me to your lost lover" he caught me off guard. What had he meant lost lover? I looked at him. He looked at me with cold purple eyes

"I am not Joker, never confuse me with such a peasant" he words were cruel. They sent shivers down my spine. I backed away slowly, knowing his words were true. Joker could never be this mean not even to his sworn enemy. Cian face softened, "you know Cian is an Irish name" walking up keep us at the same distance " it means ancient one, which is quite fitting considering what I am" he was suddenly right behind me "do you want to what that is" his cool breath right under my neck, chilling me to my core. I couldn't answer, I was to afraid. "That all right I will tell you" he held my chin so I couldn't move from his intimidating stare. " I'm a vampire" he showed me his elongated canine teeth "you are too"

A gleam of madness went through Cian hungry eyes. Before his long fang were driven into my neck this much less pleasurable than in my dream. It took several moments before everything began to collide. I remember how I couldn't breathe and how painful it was I remember laying in a heap after he was finished with me and the repulsive red liquid poured into my mouth, and how it tasted so good. How I wanted more, needed more.

A/n- Hi it Calah again, I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. how do you like the introduction to Cian. I am sorry if it is confusing. :( I will clarify in the chapter to come. Please Review, even if it bad. Thank you for reading I hope you reaf the next chapter soon.