Wandering. Wandering on and on. But for what…?

Luka had been dead for over five years, so there was nothing really left for me. After all, he had been the only important thing to me. That night he died still sent chills through me.

His black blank eyes still haunt me. They had been just…just there. Lifeless and worthless. The kind soul behind them was gone. Instead, a mere shell of the loving little boy I had known was in my arms.

"Why'd you leave me alone brother…?" I mumbled under my breath, watching the steam from my mouth float away. It was November. That was around the time I was born, right? Then I'd be…ten? Eleven? Who knows at this point…

I hugged myself to try to warm up. That or for comfort…After all, how long exactly had it been since I had been hugged by someone? Years? Probably…My rags I call clothes weren't exactly that helpful for keeping warm.

I had been called everything by people. Some so bad they made me tear up whenever I thought of them. Others I had heard so many times they might as have well become my second name. I had learned every curse in the world just from what they all had called me.

Only a few had ever been nice to me. The old lady who had given me bread after some boys had slapped me and called me a street rat. Then that guy who stared at me with sad eyes and let me stay at his house for a day. It had been the first time I'd been in a bed since I couldn't remember.

Now I was just aimlessly walking around a crowed street of some village I'd found. The smells of a nearby bakery made me bite my lip in hunger. Fresh bread and ripe food had been a treat for me for the past five years.

"Hey! Watch it stupid!" Someone called as I mistakenly stepped onto his feet.

He was well dressed and looking so proper compared to me. While he had spotless clothes and flawless skin, I was caked with dried mud with lice jumping around my blonde hair. Not to mention the various holes in my tattered clothes made by the moths in the night.

"Sorry sir, I am..." I murmur quietly and turn to go. Someone as filthy as me shouldn't be talking to him. "I'll go."

"Wait…" The man grabbed the edge of my shirt and held me in place. I tried to squirm a bit to get away, but the sound of braking threads from my shirts stopped me. "Who are you kid…?"

What could I say? I wasn't exactly full of information. "Name's Jim…Jim Macken…The hell would you wanna know?"

"I see you've got a tongue on you, kid…" He said, dragging me over to an alleyway. I didn't fight. How could I? Why would I? He was tough, and it was not like it mattered anyway. "Master would maybe like you."

"Master…?" I questioned. A man dressed like that must've been rich…right? He made me stand against the wall, so he could survey me. "You've a master…?"

"Yes, I do." He said, looking me in the eyes yet talking softly to himself. "Blue eyes…blonde hair, Aryan blood definitely in you. Maybe Polish too…I wonder if Master would like that kind of boy…lots we've brought in haven't been like you…"

"The bloody hell you talkin' bout?" I questioned, "The 'other boys?' Look, I've no place to go, but I ain't wastn' my time with you an' your master!"

"Why?" He said, keeping a tense clasp on my sleeve. "You said you had nowhere else to go to, right? Come with me, alright? Master will give you warmth and pleasure, I swear."

Pleasure? Warmth? That sounded nice…I'd rather die however. That would be much more fun. "…I guess. I'll go…"

"Good, come on Jimmy." The man began pulling me along with him once more. This time however, I went with him without having to be dragged by force.

"Don't be calling me that." I said, "I don't like it…It's just Jim."

….

Claude left right after I had told the part of the plan I had decided to tell the demon brigade. His Alois-in-danger senses were tingling and quickly left. This was the part I'd gotten bitten by that spider, right?

"Look, your plan is cutesy and stuff, but I have the impending feeling you'll become the tragic hero and die before this is over." Samantha chuckled and smirked at me. She was so hot, yet I hated her guts more than anything in the world.

"Listen to me." I ordered, grabbing her by her long hair. (At which she replied by saying OWOWOWOW) "I am your master. I tell you what to do and you listen to my word like law. Understand?"

"G-Get off my case already!" Samantha said, giving me the death stare as her eyes began glowing red. "After all, you're not even really my master! You are only a sprit! So let me go and shut up! It's enough I'm going through with this silly plan of yours!"

Click

"SAMANTHA , LISTEN TO ME." I screamed and slapped the girl across the face. "YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME AND SHUT UP ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT!"

Hannah and the triplets stare blankly at me, but as I cast my eyes upon them, they quickly glace away. They know better than to interrupt me while I am having a Click.

Samantha seemed rather surprised at this, seeing how she actually shut up. Of course, her annoying mouth soon opened again. "Fine…I won't complain…Your Highness."

I gritted through my teeth. "Only Claude is eligible to say things like that. The only thing you can call me, you little weasel, is Master."

"Alright, fine! Calm down!" She responded and flew her arms way up into the air. "I'll do your stupid plan and stuff. Now, can we go and do something other than listening to you yell?!"

I sighed and nodded. "Sure, I guess. As long as you don't screw up anything. I am not in the mood."

"You're never in the mood." Samantha whispers with fuming eyes and an evil sounding voice. "After all, you can't even keep a single mood for a second…"

Letting her annoying comment slide, I turned to leave. I had had enough of these guys.

Outside I could see Claude carrying Past Alois and Nichole walking slowly behind them, her eyes on the ground. I opened the door a bit, listening to what they were all saying.

"Master that was a bad idea. Not all spiders are friendly." Claude lightly scolded me as he threw the door open, casting a quick look at me. "They are inevitably drawn to you, but still."

Past Alois didn't respond, his strength so fleeting he couldn't even raise his head.

The two quickly ran upstairs, and seeing them go was like a blessing. I looked UGLY like that! Anyway, I quickly turned back to Nichole.

She was playing around with my coat I had given her. Keeping her hands clamped around the sides of it, Nichole walked as she talked to herself. I cannot lie, but I have to say, she kinda sounded like she was crazy…

"Dang it…He got hurt…" She turned her head to the side, like she was talking directly to someone as she walked. "It's all my fault though. I shouldn't have fell asleep…He was warm though…and nice…"

As Nichole silenced herself and walked right past me, she froze. Slowly she turned her head to me and stared at me blankly.

"N-Nichole…?" I stuttered, "Can you see me? Can you hear me…?"

Tilting her brownet head, she squinted her eyes. "Huh…?"

"Please…" I took her hands, yet she didn't even respond. "You need to see me…why don't you…? (I know why, shut up) It's lonely without you…I miss you…"

Nichole quickly threw her hands back and shivered. "W-What was that…? Some weird chill…?" With that she shrugged and began on her way upstairs.

She was…leaving? No… "S-Stop please…losing one person was bad enough, but losing two…I…I can't live like that anymore. If I go back to your time without you…" I couldn't finish. What was the point? She couldn't hear me anyway…

"What? What would you do Master…?"

My vision was blurry due to tears, but it didn't matter. I knew who it was even without having to turn my head to her.

"Samantha…You have no right to ask me anything. Anything at all…I hate you…"

"Hate is such a strong word though…" Samantha said, running her long fingers through her green hair and staring right at me. "Before you said I was pretty…"

Click

I rammed right into her. I didn't think, only acted. I pushed her right up against the wall and kept my arm on her throat. My cowlick and bangs fall across my face; casting a dark shadow on eyes and making them glow.

"H-Hey…let's talk this out, kay?" She stammers, yet her voice isn't scared at all. "No need to get all murderous. Or do anything we'll regret…"

"They say you're half human, right?" I ask, using my free hand to reach into my boot. Now where was it…? "Meaning you feel pain and can temporally die…"

"N-No one knows…" Samantha continues, "There aren't many like us. S-Sebastian has a half-daughter as well. Krystal's her name…"

"I don't care." I muttered loud enough for her to hear. "But I do care about making you suffer as I have…" Slowly, I pulled a knife out of my boot. I had kept it there for emergencies.

"Look, I don't have time for these things! Demons cannot die!" She sounded desperate now.

"Well, you never know unless you try." I raised the knife above my head and smiled evilly. "BYE-BYE SAMANTHA!"

It was then I plunged my knife deep into her breast, directly where her heart lies.

Hey, Lioner's back. My week kinda got better, but still. I'm watching the DBZ American movie right now and hating myself for watching it. Honestly...But cool news is that June is apparently gonna be a big month. Other than my b-day being in that month, Black Butler the movie comes out on dvd in Japan, so hopefully YouTube will have it soon. Plus, the third season of BB will be aired. So cool lol. Ugh, I'm probably boring you all. Sorry, I'm not amazing...I'll update soon.