I decided to give you guys one more chapter today, thanks to velee ^^ I encourage more people to review and I will try to update accordingly. So for now, enjoy.

I now had a headache accompanied by a slight fever and coughing fits. Ciel promptly ignored me or glared at me, when possible. Sebastian, on the other hand was kind enough to give me some cough medicine, before continuing his report.

"To be 'a doctor and knowledgeable about anatomy', to 'have no alibi on the day before the incident', followed with 'being connected to a secret society or black magic', there is only one person who fits this criteria."

Heh, 'person', that's the key word Ciel and yet, you're too focused on yourself and your status to notice. Even Sebastian figured it out, but he's just as much of a demon as I am by not telling you, you cocky, conceited little snot.

They continued talking, while I stood in the back drooling as I watched Ciel eating the snacks. You can't blame me. I haven't had a decent meal in who knows how long.

"Damon!"

"Huh, oh. Yes?"

"Did you hear a word I said?"

"No."

I looked at him with a bored expression on my face, as he got more pissed off by the second.

"I said that I want you to go to Viscount Druitt's manor early and see if you can sneak in with the staff. Try to get more information about what he does with the victims and such."

"As you wish, Master."

I smirked at him as I said master and, let's just say he was less than pleased. A plate was thrown and hit the back of my head as I opened the door. I felt the back of my head and luckily there was no blood. So, I sighed and picked up the pieces as Ciel yelled at me.

"I told you to say it right! What's the point in saying it if you're just going to do that? You stupid imbecile! Get out of my sight and do your job, the right way! You damn mutt!"

I walked out silently and changed into my wolf form, charging through the forests just to get away from Ciel faster. My breathing was ragged and I tripped multiple times, but I needed to run, if only to relax my instincts that were threatening to tear Ciel apart.

He might as well make me a dog house and chain me to a post. Che, the sooner I get this pointless job done, the better.

"Ciel, was that really necessary?"

"Yes, Earl. Although she may have acted rudely, there was no need to hit her with a plate. She is still a lady."

"They have a point, My Lord."

"Che, whatever, as long as she gets the job done."

"Ciel."

"And I shall apologize when we return. Happy now?"

"Aw! You look so cute when you're angry! Especially when you're wearing that dress!~"

Ciel just scowled and they entered Druitt's manor, eagerly waiting to see what was in store for them.

I had just arrived at the manor and managed to strip a waiter, taking his place by the buffet. The party was to begin soon, but a maid pulled me aside.

"Viscount Druitt wishes to speak with you, sir."

"Of course."

I followed her to, what appeared to be, his study. She opened the door and left me with the Viscount, who was sitting, both elbows on the desk, head resting on his hands.

"You called for me, sir?"

"Yes. I only wished to know what a young lady, such as yourself, was doing impersonating one of my waiters?"

I knew that if I didn't keep my cool, Ciel's plan would be ruined.

"I don't know what you mean, sir."

"Hm, I see. In that case, let me show you what I mean."

He walked towards me and forcefully shoved me against the door, causing me to hit my head right were the plate had hit earlier. My headache increased ten fold. The Viscount grabbed my chin and kissed me, of all things, before shoving a syringe into my neck.

"Goodnight, my little pup."

Great, Ciel's gonna kill me.

I awoke to someone talking, but I was blindfolded, tied up, and a chocker-chain around my neck attached to the floor somewhere. The chain rattled as I turned to smell the air; whine, sweat, perfume, Druitt, blood, and Ciel? I couldn't tell if it was him, seeing how something was overlaying his scent…perfume?

Nah, no way Ciel would do something that stupid…then again, maybe he's desperate…

I then focused back on the voices. I heard some cloth being moved as the Viscount talked about a cage, playing, and a girl being sold.

"But, before we auction off this beauty, I have another who appears to be an experiment of some sort. She is a human, but with wolf qualities!"

Oh crap, my ears and tail! I didn't even notice!

I decided to play a game with him. If he wanted a wolf, then I'll give him a wolf. I quickly changed into a wolf and chewed the rope on my paws. The blindfold fell off, so I didn't have to worry about that, and the show began. The curtain rose and all they saw was a ginger wolf licking its paw. Murmuring went around the room, before doubts arose as to where the girl was and if she ever really existed. Using the distraction, I realized that Ciel was indeed here and I glared at his confused face before continuing to clean my paw.

"Y-You don't believe me? Fine! I'll prove it! I'll make her transform!"

He walked over to me as an assistant handed him something. That something was a whip and I was none to happy about my predicament. I growled low and menacingly, rising from the floor and taking a fighting stance. Druitt cracked his whip and began hitting me with it. I didn't even flinch as blood dripped down my side and back. This only pissed him off more and the hits got harder, until Ciel finally had enough.

"Sebastian, I'm here."

The lights went out and everyone freaked. I smirked and changed into my other form. I grew larger; claws pitch black and growing as big as a butcher knife and twice as sharp. Fur changing from a rusty ginger to a pitch black, except for the fur on my back which grew longer, but remained red. Canines grew downward, past my chin, as my eyes went from a blue-green to a brilliant golden yellow.

Viscount, you're goin' down.

Screams were heard as, one by one, Sebastian and I took them down. I changed back just before the lights turned on and Sebastian released Ciel. My tail and ears were still out and I located the Druitt lying unconscious on the floor. Just before I picked him up, I had a coughing fit, igniting my headache once again, and alerting Ciel to my presence.

"Damon. What are you doing? We should not dwell in this place any longer or the dogs at the Scotland Yard will give us a hard time."

"I just wanted my fun, My Lady."

Ciel was mad, but not for long. I pulled out a marker and smiled as I picked up the Druitt. Even the great Ciel Phantomhive couldn't help but smirk when I finished. The Viscount now donned a black uni-brow, mustache, beard, and a monocle.

"Quite suiting for one of his stature, I think."

Not far off, I heard the sirens of the police. Sebastian grabbed Ciel and I too, made my escape. Not much later, we returned to Ciel's house and I headed towards my room to change. Maybe an hour later, I was called into Ciel's study. My fever was extremely high and I didn't know if I could continue doing Ciel's meaningless orders. In my thoughts, I had ended up at his door and knocked patiently.

"Come in."

"You asked for me?"

"Yes…"

He seemed to be struggling for a moment with himself, as Sebastian chuckled at his side.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes. I just wanted to say…I'm sorry."

"What was that?"

"I know you heard me! I said I'm sorry!"

I laughed, as his cheeks grew a scarlet red, but that seemed to do me in.

"I just needed to be certain, My Lord."

He looked at me shocked that I didn't say it with any malice or hate. I smiled and collapsed, Sebastian catching me before I hit the ground.

"Damon!"

"Damon!"

I began to black out as Ciel and Sebastian called my name, concern lacing their eyes.

Concern? No one has any concern for a mutt. Let alone one who doesn't list to orders.

Madam Red had taken out a chess set in order to keep Ciel from working too hard. After arguing about family and revenge, he finally had enough and finished the game.

"Checkmate."

"Ah, 46 consecutive losses. I remember when you were just a child. You were so small and cute…I felt I had to protect you. Although I've never had children, I treat you as if you were my own son, and so I want you to leave this kind of society."

"I am here because this is what I wish, and it is what I choose. Therefore, I won't regret anything and neither will I rely on anyone."

He leaned over the table and kissed Madam Red's cheek.

"It is time for me to retire. I had a fun time playing with you, Madam Red."

"Say hi to Damon for me."

"Goodnight."

He left the room, but headed to Damon's quarters instead. He walked in and stared at Damon, who was covered in bandages from head to toe. He began to wonder, just what else she'd gone through. She didn't move when the Viscount hit her with the whip. Nor did she kill the man for doing it. She merely drew on his face and had a good laugh. He chuckled softly, remembering the Viscount's face and how he would react when he sees it. He stopped though, when he heard whimpering. Damon's face was contorted with pain and she was shaking, clawing at her stomach.

"Stop Damon! You're going to reopen your wounds!"

He put his hand on hers and she slowly stopped. What Ciel didn't expect to see, was that, under her torn bandages, was a brand. The exact same as his own. He released her and took a step back as memories flooded his head.

"Young Master!"

Sebastian had entered the room a stack of papers, just after Ciel had stepped away. Ciel whipped around and grabbed Sebastian's collar to shout at him.

"Who is she? Where'd she come from? What happened to her? Why does she have the same mark as I do?"

"I do not know, My Lord. She has no records what so ever and I have no way of getting that information. Besides, we should worry about the situation at hand first."

He sighed and pulled his hand through his short, dark hair and nodded for Sebastian to continue. He told Ciel that no one other than the Viscount could be the person involved. Just then, Ciel realized something.

"Sebastian…Could it be…"

I began to wake up from a nightmare about my past. I would have started awake, but something was different about the nightmare. Partway through, I saw a young boy walk up to me and put his hand on my head. He didn't smile or anything, he just patted my head. That was all I needed at that moment and I felt connected to this boy somehow. Then voices began to invade my conscience and what one said caused me to sit up, gripping my side in pain.

"So those people over there could not have done it, right?"

"So you finally figured it out. Took you long enough."

He glared at me first, but I could practically feel the relief flow off him.

"So you knew as well?"

"Yes. I figured it out when we returned from the Undertaker's. You see, they have a different scent to everyone else."

I smirked at him as Sebastian smiled and regained his attention.

"One of your orders is for me to be your 'chess piece', to become your 'sword'. Come, make your checkmate, My Lord."

"I, too, will serve you, but-"

I was cut off by a low growl.

"First I need food."

He merely smiled at me, as I blushed sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head. He removed his eye patch and gave the order to us both.

"Yes, My Lord."

"Sure thing, but about that food…"

"Later."

Hm, I guess there is someone who cares about the poor mutt.