Chapter three is up and running! This will be a bit funny and will begin the Jack the Ripper section. ^^I do need to tell you that I have skipped a bit of the explaining dialogue simply because it is long and a pain . I apologize, but please review regardless!

I finished my other chores and my tour of the house, and returned to my room. There, on my bed, was an unsealed envelope. I opened it up and read:

Mutt, because you do not wish to address me properly and have decided that you wish to be a thorn in my side, it has come to my attention that; if you want to act like a mutt, then you shall be treated as such. Therefore, you are to sleep outside the manor and will not be allowed inside at night until you treat me respectfully. Sebastian has been notified of the situation and is more than willing to escort you out, should you become difficult.

Your Master, Ciel Phantomhive

P.S. You will be coming with me on a trip to London tomorrow. So I suggest you prepare your belongings.

That annoying little prick!

I crumbled the letter in my hand and quickly left the room, only to run into Sebastian with that damn smirk on his face.

"Is there something wrong?"

Fine, I'll play your little game.

"Nothing is wrong, Sebastian. I am merely going to bed. I'll try not to be loud and wake up Master. Oh, but I was wondering if you might pack me another outfit, seeing how you are the one with this uniform."

"Certainly. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, demon."

I went to the back door and changed into my wolf form. Yawning and stretching, I curled up into a ball next to the door and tried to get some sleep. It was rudely interrupted when water was thrown over me.

"Yipe!"

"Oh, I apologize. Young Master asked me to throw his bath water out the back door. I didn't know you were here, mutt."

Oh, it is seriously on.

I glared at him and shook my fur, getting him wet in the process. I then curled back up and fell asleep, only to be riddled with nightmares.

"Choo!"

I sniffled, and continued packing the luggage onto the carriage. We were planning on leaving as soon as I had finished, but kept getting interrupted by orders.

"Um-"

"What?…Oh, Mey-Rin, Finny, Bard, my apologies. I thought it was Sebastian. Ciel and him have been running me ragged since yesterday. What is it you need?"

"W-Well um…"

"We wanted to give you a name."

"Huh?"

What are they talking about?

"Y-You were saying how you d-didn't have a name…"

"So we came up with one for you!"

"Really now? You do know I may not like the name you chose, yes?"

"But, it suits you perfectly!"

"Okay then, what is it?"

"Damon."

I chuckled to myself knowing full well what the name meant. It was from the Latin word 'damianus' meaning to tame, not to mention it was also similar to 'demon'. Quite ironic seeing how I am an untamed demon.

"I-Is it bad?"

"Ah, no…I like it. *cough* You're right, it does suit me, in a way."

"Ah-ha! See! I told ya he'd like it!"

"Mutt! Are you finally done packing?"

Ah, and the devil duo is back.

"Yeah, and Bard, Mey-Rin, and Finny have decided to name me, Damon."

"Hmph, suiting. Hurry up and get ready to lead the horses."

Bad idea. Any animal, other than dogs and a few brave cats, freak out. Oh well, I guess it'll be revenge for what happened last night.

"As you wish, Master."

I waited for Sebastian and Ciel to climb aboard before I hopped up and took the reigns. I let out some of my wolf scent and away we went. If Ciel wasn't sick after this, then he truly is a demon himself.

"We've arrived."

I hopped off my perch and began unloading, chuckling at Ciel, who was having a hard time keeping his breakfast down.

"Y-You…are never…allowed to drive the carriage…again!"

"Heh, as you wish."

Him and Sebastian went inside as I finished, but the moment I stepped in the building, I realized that we weren't the only ones here. I turned to Ciel, but he pointedly ignored me as Sebastian spoke.

"It's good to get away from the mansion once in a while. Isn't it much more peaceful without those idiots constantly causing problems?"

"Seeing how I'm being ignored, I guess you wouldn't care if I told you we're-"

The doors to a room were opened and three people were rummaging through everything.

"...not alone. Achoo!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

I rubbed my nose and shrugged my shoulders, smirking.

"I did, but you ignored me. Besides, who would listen to the howling of a mere mutt?"

"Ugh, Madam Red! Lau! Why are you here?"

"Since my cute little nephew is in town, how could I not visit?"

"I've heard that many interesting things happen here."

I wrinkled my nose at the mixture of smells in the room; perfume, cologne, opium, and blood?

That can't be right. My nose must be clogged or something.

Sebastian had made tea, while I was in my own thoughts, and only the sound of Ciel calling me snapped me out of it.

"Damon!"

"Yes?"

"I've been calling you. If you don't want to answer to your name, I can just continue calling you what I used to."

"Makes no difference to me, Master."

"Oh, feisty one isn't he, and quite handsome too."

"Thank you madam. I try."

It was obvious Ciel was less than pleased at my reaction, so he continued whatever he was talking about. I got the gist of it; Jack the Ripper, some murderer who kills prostitutes. After Lau had tried to drag Ciel to who-knows-where, we all got in the carriage and headed to a beaten down looking shop.

"What is this place?"

"Why are you familiar with this kind of place?"

"Because the person young master knows works as an undertaker."

We all walked inside and I sneezed at least four times, due to the smell of such a place. When I finished sneezing, I was trying my best not to breath in too much, because anymore of this smell and they would all see how much of a demon I can really be. Ciel and the rest talked for a bit, but when the Undertaker pulled out a jar of biscuits, I was putty in his hands. I swear, if my tail and ears were out, I would be begging up a storm. They continued talking and it seemed the Undertaker wanted something for his information, although I was too preoccupied to care. I felt something wet roll down the side of my mouth and the Undertaker seemed to notice the drool.

"Oh? Who's this little pup? I haven't seen her around before, Ciel. Hehehe~"

A biscuit was waved in front of my face and I followed it as he moved it up and down, back and forth.

"Just a mutt I picked up a few days ago."

"Her?"

"Hehehe~ I know my bodies. This is indeed a woman."

The Undertaker waved the biscuit in my face again and threw it across the room. I was there in an instant and jumped up to catch it in my mouth, before I sat at his feet and begged like the dog I am.

"Woof!"

"Ahahahah! I like this one, Earl! I'll give you your information!"

Everyone sweat dropped and the Undertaker gave me the jar of biscuits. Needless to say, I chowed down, seeing how I hadn't eaten since my captors feed me. The Undertaker went on and on about guests and missing organs. He soon walked over to me, and the now empty biscuit jar, stood me up, and gestured toward my neck and stomach.

"He should slit the throat first and proceed to cut open the stomach. It's easier to succeed this way. From the looks of the culprit's work, that cruel accuracy definitely out by a normal citizen. It had to have been someone experienced. You should've been able to figure that out too, Earl."

He continued, but pulled out a biscuit from his coat pocket and gave it to me as thanks for the demonstration. After a bit more talking, Sebastian grabbed my collar and dragged me out the door, as I waved to the Undertaker.

We returned to the house, although Sebastian jumped off the carriage part way through, and I coughed violently entering the house.

"Hm? Damon are you okay? That sounds like one nasty cough. I wouldn't want you coming down with something."

I turned to Madam Red and smiled as I bowed.

"I'll be fine. I'm just not used to so many smells."

"Smells?"

I noticed my mistake, but Ciel took care of it for me.

"S-She used to live in the country! The city is still a bit too much for her to handle. She only needs some rest."

"He's right Madam Red. We should all have some tea and rest."

Everyone was surprised by Sebastian being there, except Ciel and I, who were both distracted by other things. As Sebastian went on some long rant about his list of suspects, I tried to quietly sneak away to my room for some much needed rest. I knew I probably had a cold of some sort, thanks to Ciel's water trick, and, because I'm a weaker demon, I knew that it would only get much worse if it wasn't taken care of.

"Damon! I want you to serve tea while Sebastian explains his findings."

"As you wish, Master. *cough*"

Stupid brat. You'll regret not letting me rest later, when you need your ass saved. Especially since I know who the real culprit is.