In the servant's quarters, Mey-Rin was dressed for bed, lying in bed and having just read enough of a trashy romance/horror to ensure sweet dreams. Turning to lay on her side, she happened to catch a glimpse out of her window just before she closed her eyes for sleep. This chance glance with her mutated vision was the only warning they had.
In seconds the young woman was running full tilt for the main house. Sure, Mey-Rin was only dressed in the one flimsy layer of cloth of her night gown, including bare feet and free flowing hair. And her glasses still had their night time place on her night stand: she could only follow her memory out of the servant quarters and even the manor was a little too large and close to make out clearly. But she was carrying two revolvers in her hands with little pockets press, twisted then tied into her gown so it fell to her mid-thighs instead of her ankles.
"Sebastian!", the assassin turned maid screamed. "Sebastian!"
"You'll wake the young master.", the butler told her. He seemed to appear from behind her to stop her run with a hand on her shoulder.
Her far sided eyes pleaded with him. "Something's incoming.", she told him. "Something powerful, yes?"
The butler nodded. "That is why I've already awoken the others."
Bardroy ran up in boxer shorts to the two carrying a hunting rifle, modified for military use. Finnian wore pajamas and carried part of a stone pillar from the servant quarters. Sebastian nodded to the veteran. Then he glared at the child. Finnian had the good grace to hold the chunk of rock behind him.
Sebastian pulled a polished pocket watch from his perfectly pressed tuxedo. "I believe that it is time to give this night time interloper the greeting it deserves."
The four ran to the main gate and found Pluto, excited into human form. The hellhound barked at the other side of the gate and the monster her found threatening and unnatural.
"Ah, Sebastian.", Madame Red's corpse told the butler in relief. "I should have known a psychic like you to know to be awake at this hour on this night."
"Please, madam.", he objected. "I am simply one hell of a butler.
"How can I be of service?"
The other servants were a lot less calm about the corpse at their gateway and had every weapon ready to go.
Angelina looked down at her unaccessoried, barefoot, unhatted appearance and nervously tried to straighten her red gown and shake out some of her grave dirt. She smiled a practiced, high-society soiree smile. "I would like to have an audience with my nephew. As you might be able to tell, I think it is very very urgent."
The butler pursed his lips. "Well, firstly, thank you for asking for one instead of making an issue of it."
"Oh, I would, I would, Sebastion.", Madame Red assured. "It's only that I respect your competency at taking care of my nephew. If I thought any way besides asking you politely would get me to Ciel faster, I would."
Sebastian nodded. "Madam also understands that at this hour, the young master has already retired?"
"I'm not waiting, servant.", she told him carefully.
"I see.", the butler acknowledged.
He glanced at the others behind him. While Pluto still snarled and barked wildly at the visitor, the servants still had their weapons at the ready.
"Do not invite her in. Even as it presses against my sensibilities, offer her no hospitality whatsoever.", Sebastian commanded.
"Right!", the three nodded.
Sebastian took off into the night. Minutes later, Earl Ciel Phantomhive was carried softly out to the gate of the estate. When Sebastian arrive, he shook the boy gently. "Young master, we're here."
Ciel woke for the second time that night, the first being to command Sebastian to take him to the gate. The boy slowly and sleepily turned his head toward the gate. Once he saw his beloved aunt, he squirmed from Sebastian's arms.
"Aunt Angie!", the boy cried. "Is it really...?"
She smiled so hard she nearly cried. "Yes, my sweet Ciel. It's the same woman that held you as a baby. Oh my sweet Ciel...You don't know how it thrills me to see you.
"Aunt/"
Ciel spat Sebastian's finger out of his mouth. "What in the world do you think you're doing?"
"You ordered me to protect you.", the butler reminded him. "I cannot stress the importance of not inviting it in."
Madame Red raised an eyebrow. "It's not a scandal to invite a female who is a relative into your home after dark...oh.
"You mean, you're worried that I might be a vampire. And I need an invitation to enter your home. You do realize this gate is the border to the Phantomhive Estate not the mansion proper?"
Sebastian turned back to the corpse standing on the other side of the estate's walls. "Madam, please accept my over zealousness. It is simply prudent to open oneself to all possibilities when confronted by someone who has not taken a breath in the last ten minutes and is as cold as the night air. Especially after her funeral."
"Darn, I thought I was being mindful of that.", Madam Red lamented after taking her second breath that night. "But that doesn't mean I want to drink everyone's blood. Besides..."
She vaulted over the gate. The servants immediately opened fire. Madame Red dodged the shots by vaulting right back over the gate to outside the estate. She did catch some stone shards as Finnian threw the chunk of building he was toting at her through the gate and the wrought iron shredded it.
The corpse brushed off the stone, then raised her hands in a show of surrender. "I think I've just shown that I don't have some supernaturally enforced need for an invitation. I'm asking because you're owed courtesy, Ciel."
Ciel pulled himself together. He stared at his aunt through his untainted eye while holding the other closed since he had not taken up an eye patch in his haste. "What would be your response if I asked you to remain outside the gate until morning?"
"I won't lose you forever, though?", she replied. "You'll come back when the sun rises?"
Ciel frowned. "Perhaps not at just sunrise. But yes, I will return in the morning. And then, together, we will attempt to determine exactly what you are."
"Young master.", Bard interrupted. "Are we really entertaining the idea that she's some sort of vampire? Aren't we just letting Bram Stoker go to our head? Maybe we should be more concerned with getting her to a hospital."
Ciel pointed at Pluto. "The only kept animal on the estate is a hell hound that regularly confuses itself with a werewolf. And it's not like Sebastian isn't accused of something or the next once a week.
"So we will wait until morning, when various people of certain expertise will be purveying their professional establishments. At that point, and not an improper moment prior, we will determine what exactly is happening.
"Sebastian!"
"Yes, my lord?", the butler acknowledged.
"I understand your concerns about having my aunt on the estate proper.", Ciel agreed. "However, please to see to her comfort in every other manner available. That includes any potential danger the sun may pose to her with her new...condition."
"Yes, my lord.", Sebastian agreed.
"That is an order.", Ciel insisted.
"Yes, my lord.", the demon submitted. "Finnian, please carry the young master back to his chambers. Mey-Rin, please keep madam entertained until I can return with appropriate preparations."
"Are you hungry?", Bardroy nervously asked.
"Ma'am.", he quickly added after catching Sebastian's glare.
"No, I assure you.", Angelina told him. "I don't think I even want you thinking anything of the sort."
"Oh.", Bardroy said. "Guess the chef gets to go back to bed."
And with that he slung his rifle over shoulder and made his way back to the servant's quarters.