hey guys, happy to be back. the last chapter was a bit of a cliffhanger, but obviously you wont have to wait long to find out whats going on. please review, your feedback is my drive and your advice is always taken to heart. enjoy! - PenNinja

Faline woke up with her eyes closed, if that could make any sense. She couldn't seem to pry them open no matter how hard she tried. They were heavy with drug-induced sleep. She tried to use her other senses to figure out where she was but they were dulled as well. she thought that she was laying on something soft. She tried to move her body but could only manage a small twitch, and couldn't tell if she was injured or not. not all injuries can be felt at first, but she wasn't in any pain as far as she could room smelled like a hospital; far too clean. someone had a compulsion. she was about to try to move again when she heard a hand on a door knob. her hearing was EXCELLENT. it must have been a side effect of her collar, which she could only assume she was still wearing, and it was working to her benefit.

the doorknob turned and the door was slowly creeping open. whoever it was they didn't want her awake just yet. she heard another person enter the room. someone larger, judging by the footsteps, and they started talking in hushed whispers:

I swear I was going to-

enough, this is not the first time you've broken protocol. you'll be luck not to get stuck behind a desk for two months. you should have informed me immediately.

how did you-

irrelevant. i found out through my own means. it would be logical to eradicate her, but seeing as she is not on the death list, and NOBODY seems to have her file, we have to find other means of solving the problem.

*silence* ...Will?

you will solve this. deal with her, Grell, or I will have to deal with you. get back to work.

Faline became anxious. The angry, red-head homosexual was supposed to "take care of her"? what the hell did that mean?! she heard the other man, the one who had taken her, leave the room. She tried to open her eyes, but to no avail. she could feel herself lifting up off where she was laying. it was soft where she had been laying, and judging from how far she was lifted, she was either on the ground or on a small bed. Grell started muttering to his/herself , something about "being more trouble than its worth" and about how Will looks when he's angry. He wasn't very gentle about walking with her. He was either running or jumping. When he jostled her particularly harshly, Faline managed a small and pained groan, and he stopped. her head was pounding, the drug, whatever it was, had worn off, and she was beginning to feel the full effects. her body ached all over, like she had the flu. Grell noticed her waking up and stopped in an alley (he had been jumping across rooftops to avoid being detected), and put her in a sitting position on the ground against the wall. the ground was wet, and the air didnt stink, so it must have just was dark out, so either she had only been gone for a few hours or she had been missing for a day or possibly more. Faline tried to focus but her vision was still blurry. She looked up at the tall shinigami and his very red form slowly came into focus. He didnt look at all pleased with her. What an inconvenience it must have been to have to carry her around after getting her kidnapped. Red tranny asshole.

She stared at him for a while. If looks could kill Grell would have definatly turned inside out and then spontaneously combusted. Faline stood up without a word, and without glancing back,sprinted away as fast as she could. Make no mistake, Faline was fast, but she couldn't outrun a Shinigami. Grell caught up to her in about two seconds, damn he could sprint in those heels, and caught her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder. This was met with kicking d, much to Grells annoyance. He stopped and put her back on the ground (non to gently).

"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?"

"Well," came Grells snide reply, "if you stop screaming then perhaps i can explain." After waiting a few moments for Faline to calm down he continued ; " you shouldn't exist. in fact, you don't exist, you have no file anywhere. You changed my death list, which is something only another shinigami can do, and you CLEARLY arent a shinigami. Because you don't exist, you can't be on the death list and i cant decorate you with the beauty of your own blood! (he was quite upset about this), but you still present a problem."

"that didnt answer my question at all! WHERE. ARE. YOU. TRYING. TO. TAKE. ME."

"Well i suppose youll just have to go back to "work". Until we can put you back where you came from, because its simply not possible for you not to have a file, or find a sort of loophole to killing you, i need you where i can see you."

"well, if that was the case, you FUCKING IDIOT," she said in a sweet tone, "THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TAKE ME TO START WITH?!"

"Will, my boss, got wind of you, and wanted to verify your existence. now lets GO! your such a pain to carry!"

"i can go myself! fuck off."

"well aren't you a temperamental little nipper? how will you find the way back by yourself little girl? And all alone at night too"

That last comment was about as much as Faline could take. She didn't care if this arrogant jerk saw, and, grabbing hold of the collar tied around her neck, she pulled it off. She could feel herself changing all at once, which hurt more than if she was to change the usual way, but it was much faster. She stared up at the shocked Grell for a moment, grabbed the collar in her mouth, and sprinted off into the night. Her senses heightened almost immediately ,and she knew instinctually where to go. This place stunk ,and she was getting sick of it. She walked for quite some distance, and nobody really bothered her. Her black fur blended well into the shadows of the night, but as she approached the road, she felt herself being lifted.

Her natural reaction was to hiss and scratch, but when her captor turned her around to face him. His eyes where glowing red, and she almost didn't recognize him, but she knew this man. It was the man that accompanied the angry child from before. He smiled at her knowingly. if that wasn't a rape face then she didn't know what was. she was beginning to wonder if he actually knew what she was, but that was impossible, he had never seen her before, she had been hiding when she first saw him. After lightly stroking her head, he placed her gently down and began walking away. Faline was watching his walk away when the man turned his head and called over his shoulder;

"run home little kitten!"

His last statement made a shiver run up her spine, the way he said it made it sound more like he was warning her than giving her friendly advice. She picked up the collar she had dropped during her fit and quietly ran "home".

* flash forward

Undertaker was sitting at his table, waiting for his next guest. The girl had run off last night, and hadn't come back yet. He was no idiot, he knew that she would run away eventually, it was only a natural thing to do, but he had not predicted her doing so as soon as she did. it was almost funny, how fast she ran out after being presented with a solution. So very human of her. No matter though, he had work to do. The coffins needed cleaning, and he was expecting a visit from the young earl was about to hide in his coffin when her heard an odd scratching sound. At first he thought that one of his guests was alive, it wouldn't be the first time (hee hee), but he soon realized that it was coming from the outside. He opened his door, only to see his little helper staring up at him with lovely green eyes, and her collar in her mouth.

" Hee Hee Hee, so," he said, " someone finally took notice of you?" He picked her up and set her on the table. "i suppose leaving you alone so soon was a bit inconsiderate of me."
he tied the collar loosely around Faline's neck and watched her , not having laughed all day, thought he would get a laugh out of what happened to anticipated his reasoning for asking and knew her way around his questions by now. Faline ,still sitting on the table, hopped down and walked towards undertaker until she was about a foot away, and said to him;

" Undertaker, i think i need to borrow some of those chemicals."
undertaker looked at her in anticipation.

"interested in the business are we?"

"no...i think i have fleas."

"...HAAAAAAHHAAAAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

there he went with his insane laugh again. it really wasn't all that funny. Despite her intent in telling him, which was to make him laugh, she was serious.

i hope you all like the chapter, i was going to make it longer but i think if it got any longer you would all lose interest in finishing it. the next chapter is going to pick up immediately where it left off, no time jump. Again, reviews please! im open to ideas, suggestions, ect. i think the point of writing fanfic is for the enjoyment of the fanbase. obviously next chapter is when ciel and Sebastian come in as important characters. (more Sebastian than ciel) thanks for reading-PenNinja