And into the murders we go! It's so hard to write this when Damon's blind...Oh well ^^ please review! That would be nice~

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I swear I heard the door open, but I didn't feel a presence nearby so I shrugged it off and tried to go back to sleep. Then, I felt it, enormous amounts of rage. Being a wolf, I was naturally a light sleeper, prepared for anything or anyone. This was one of those times; I sat up fast and immediately let my senses travel over the room. No sounds and no smells, but someone was there.

"Come out! I know you're here!"

If only I could see!

"If you know I'm here, why are you acting like a cornered animal, Damon?"

"God damn it, Sebastian! Don't do that! You know better than to screw with my sleep."

I felt the bed sink down and guessed that he had sat near the edge. He voice seemed to echo across the room and it was hard to pinpoint where he was exactly, so I turned my head towards where the bed sank. I hoped it was dark enough that he wouldn't be able to get a good look at my eyes which had dulled quite a bit, according to Ciel. But one couldn't be so sure when they're blind.

"Damon, you've been hiding something from me. Mind telling me what? Before I am forced to find out myself."

"All right! You caught me. You see…I didn't want to tell you, but…I went out for a hunt the other day and…got blood on the carpet. There! I said it!"

I heard his chuckle revert off the walls and it soon turned into a full on laugh. I shivered.

He's pissed. I can feel in rolling off of him in waves…Did he find out?

All of a sudden, it hit me. The bed wasn't shaking from his laughter. He's not sitting on the bed, which means I've been staring at nothing. He knows.

"What's wrong Damon? You finally figured it out?"

His hot breath blew across my ear and all I could think about was that he knew and he was pissed. If I've learned anything in my whole life, it was to not piss off a demon, especially a more powerful male.

"L-Look. I-I know you're a little mad…"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, mentally scolding myself for stuttering and acting like a frightened little pup.

"I am more than just a little mad, Damon. How long did you think you could hide this from me?"

I felt one of his fingers brush across my eyelids and forced myself to stay where I was, trying my hardest not to flee from his touch.

"I was actually hoping you wouldn't find out…I just didn't want to be left behind again."

A deafening silence coated the room. Neither of us willing to break it. So, I thought back to the many times I had been forgotten. My pack had chased me out and forgotten me. The place I had managed to work at sold me out to my captors for money and greed. I was sent to the Vanel household and left by my captors. Ciel and Sebastian forgot about me at the Druitt's party and at the circus. Just then, Sebastian spoke softly from behind me.

"I wish to tell you something. I feel that, at the circus, it was irresponsible for me to have forgotten you. By leaving you where you were, I allowed you to get sick. If you weren't sick, you wouldn't be in this…predicament."

Is he trying to…apologize?

"Where are you?"

I reached my hand out, searching for any part of him that will allow me to speak to him face to face. A gloved hand grabbed mine and I slowly traced it up, over taunt arm muscles and a strong, broad shoulder until my hand found his face. I brought my other hand up and began tracing his facial features; silky hair, thin eyebrows, sharp nose, soft lips. I began to miss seeing his smug grin and his eye twitching in anger every time I teased him. I could practically envision him looking at me confused as I pulled his face closer, touching his forehead with mine and closing my eyes.

"Demons aren't supposed to apologize, you know. Maybe that's why you do such a bad job at it…but, thank you Sebastian. I actually miss seeing you getting all pissed off at me. I hope we can find a way to fix this…and one more thing…"

I leaned in even closer, staring sight-lessly into his eyes until I head butted him.

"Don't think I forgot about what happened. It was rude of you to take advantage of me in my weakened state and do what you did. Besides, I won't be collared by one kiss. Goodnight, Sebastian."

I heard him sigh and open the door, but fell asleep before I could hear his last words.

"Goodnight, my naughty little pup."

I awoke later in the morning than I normally would've. I guessed that Sebastian let me sleep in, so I just headed down to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Mey-Rin was whining about the weather while Bard was peeling something. They greeted me politely when I walked in yawning and I just waved, before searching for fruit or something. I had just found a banana and a…pineapple of all things, when the door was destroyed and two figures waltzed in.

"Is Earl Phantomhive in?"

His voice sounded flashy and young, while the second person didn't say a word. I distinctly heard the clang of metal and assumed he had a weapon of some sort (possibly a sword) with him, putting Mey-Rin, Bard, and I on high alert.

"Who the hell are you?"

"What? You'll play with me?"

I heard wind whistle sharply through the air further in front of me and heard someone dive to the ground. I was mentally panicking, not knowing what exactly was happening really had its downsides. I heard Bard yell a bit to my right, just before gun shots echoed across the room, breaking china.

Crap, Sebastian's really gonna have my head for this!

"Wow! Double guns are so cool~!"

I guessed that Mey-Rin had the guns, but even I knew she was at a disadvantage against a sword. I heard Bard get off the floor and I decided that I should help somehow. Bard swung what I was guessing was the kitchen knife he was using on the food earlier, but judging by the noise, he missed and Mey-Rin was down. Blind or not, I grabbed my pineapple and tossed the banana peel to where I was guessing the man would end up at, before jumping to cover Bard's back. I felt Bard go to turn, but shoved him down and held the pineapple up to shield the side of my face as the intruder tried to kill me. I heard a squish sound, and metal on metal. Pineapple juice and something else splattered on my cheek and a familiar scent filled my nostrils.

"It's a custard choux cream made from the eggs of Phantomhive's own poultry. Please, take a bite."

"Che, you're lucky I don't take a bit of you for me nearly losing my head."

I heard the second unfamiliar guy help Mey-Rin while the first put his sword away. Then, Bard began to yell.

"Hey! What the hell are these guys?"

"That's right, we haven't met you guys before. My name is Charles Grey."

"I'm Charles Phipps."

"We're codenamed 'Double Charles'. We are her majesty the queen's private secretarial officers and butlers. Nice to meet you, and today we are here to deliver a letter to the Earl."

I sighed and began searching for something to wipe off the mess on my face, when a cloth touched my cheek.

"Really Damon, you just get into trouble all the time, don't you?"

"I beg to differ Sebastian. It seems trouble has a way of finding me."

Just then, I heard someone slip and fall to the ground. I heard a few snickers and glanced over my shoulder to smell the young, flashy man and my banana.

Whoops. I knew I was forgetting something.

After discussing the contents of the letter, Ciel looked displeased. He rose and went to the window, looking out at the two as they left.

"Sebastian, send out the invitations and then contact Lau and Undertaker as well."

"Of course."

"Those two really have my nose itching. Something is definitely going to happen at this party of yours."

"Doesn't something always happen, Damon?"

He smirked that damn smile of his and we went about preparing for the party.

Two weeks passed by fairly quickly and I had been making secret visits to Undertakers; not just because of the biscuits mind you, but because he seemed to have knowledge about getting my eyesight back.

"Hehehe~ It's nice to see you again pup~! Although I see you've become blind sighted~ hehehe"

"Very funny Undertaker. Actually I was hoping you could help me out with that. You know what happened, of course."

"Yes. Quite a tragedy for you I'm sure.~ I might have the information you seek, but it comes with a price!~"

"Okay. I have a sort one and a long one, which would you prefer?"

"Oh!~ I'll pick the short one first~ hehe"

"Sure thing. 'Then there was an undertaker who signed all his letters with 'Eventually yours'."

"Ahahaha! I see!~As you wish, I will provide you with what you seek…There are three ways to get your eyesight back: one extremely painful, one potentially deadly for your kind, and one you may regret."

I waited for him to explain, but he just sat on his coffin.

"You want the other joke, don't you."

"Of course~"

"A woman went to a funeral home to visit her husband's body before the funeral. She saw him laid out in the casket in a brown suit and remembered that he always hated brown. So, she told the undertaker, apologizing for the hassle, but they agreed to put him in the blue suit. She left, but went back when she realized she'd forgotten something. Just when she entered the door , she heard the undertaker yell out: 'Hey John, switch the heads in casket 3 and 5!'"

Undertaker started laughing so hard, I swear I heard the sign outside break. When he finally settled down, he told me to wait a minute and left before coming back and handing me a book. It was old with a worn, leather cover and was small enough to fit in my coat pocket. Then, I realized something.

"How will this help me? I'm blind, remember!"

"Hehehe~ I'm sure you'll figure something out~"

That damn Undertaker.

I couldn't help but pull it out while I was standing near the back of the dining room, trying to guess at what it had to say. Sebastian walked over to me and I quickly hid the book before he placed a tray in my hands. I heard the sloshing of liquid and assumed that it had a glass of wine.

"Take this over to our lonely guest near the back, about fifteen steps to your right. There should be no one over there for now, so you have an open path. I also suggest you sit with him and keep him company until the young master makes his way over there."

"You're such a slave driver…making a blind woman serve wine…"

I did as he instructed and made my way over to the man who smelled of ink and paper. He must be a writer of sorts, but I had no idea why he would be invited to such an extravagant party unless Ciel was planning something.

"Excuse me sir, but would you like some wine and possibly some company?"

"Uh, um sure. Thank you."

He took the glass and I held the tray next to my side before using my empty hand to search for the chair on his right. I felt his gaze on me as I took my seat, but before he could ask, I answered.

"Yes, I am blind. I just became so recently. It takes some getting use to, but my other senses were high to begin with so it isn't too bad."

"Oh, I see. Are you a servant here, Mr. um…"

"Just call me Damon, and I am an assistant butler under Sebastian; the black haired one over…there."

I pointed to where I could barely smell him and the man next to me seemed surprised.

"I told you, my other senses are quite…extraordinary. For instance, I can tell you are a writer and not quite top class. I'm guessing middle class, possibly."

"How can you tell?"

"I can smell the ink and paper, as well as the small amount of cologne you use; which I believe I smelled when I was walking through town the other day. It's a very common brand. That, and the fact that you are sitting here and not trying to sneak your way into a business deal."

I chuckled lightly, trying to ease the poor guys up. He was way to tense, which only got worse when Ciel finally joined us.

"Earl!"

"Are you enjoying yourself with my butler? I hope he's making you comfortable."

"Y-Y-Yes! He is a very interesting character!"

"Please sit down, Mr. Wordsmith."

"I-I'm not really worthy of being called 'wordsmith' yet…Please, just call me Arthur."

"Why? Do you dislike it? 'Wordsmith' that is."

I sighed at Ciel's attempt to calm the man down. He was obviously teasing the poor guy. They started talking about one of Arthur's works that was in the paper. I always did like mystery novels, when I could steel them away and hide them from my captors. My favorite so far, was A Study in Scarlet, and I couldn't help but wish I had been able to read Arthur's story. It must have been really good, if it got Ciel's attention. I pulled out the book Undertaker had given me and brushed my fingers over the cover, searching for at least a title, but to no avail.

A shiver up my spine alerted me that someone was watching us. I got up, replacing the book, and headed towards Sebastian's scent. I was maybe halfway across the room, when someone shouted.

"I told you to please stop! To have you touching me with your disgusting hands…I can't take it anymore!"

I reacted quickly by making my way over there to stop this before it got out of hand. Alcohol and perfume mixed and I knew he was getting too close to the lady for comfort.

"You insolent jerk! Have some shame!"

SMACK!

I had intervened, getting slapped across the face while the drunkard fell to the floor. He seemed to not care that I had taken the slap for him, as oppose to the lady who began apologizing profusely.

"Why you…Like I'll let you say that to me!"

He swung the cup of beer over me to soak the lady, but Ciel became a gentleman at the proper moment, and took care of the situation while covered in beer. Just then, I sensed a murderous intent.

"You old pervert! Don't touch my woman so…easily!"

Something large whistled through the air, just off target enough to be aimed at me. I only knew it was coming at me, because of the gasps and the sound when whatever it was hit Sebastian's hand, in front of my face. A pop of a cork later, and the whole room was calmed. I sighed and just stood where I was, instead of crashing into people and causing more problems. Then, something cold touched my burning cheek.

"Can I help you, Miss?"

Who ever she was made no sound, but grabbed onto my arm and dragged me over to one of the couches. I sat down next to Charles Grey and the lady sat on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. I heard the chuckling of Lau and felt the stares of the other guests.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, no!~ Ran-Mao just seems to like you~"

Realization finally hit me and a blush rushed up my face when I remembered the last time I'd seen Ran-Mao. The only word that came into my head was 'skimpy'. The other guests laughed at the blush and the face I was currently making, and were interrupted when Ciel announced that he was going to bed. I couldn't exactly follow, so I stayed with everyone else as they played billiards. Ran-Mao moved slightly and, next thing I know, there's a glass pressed against my bottom lip. The sweet smell of wine wafted up my nose and I couldn't help but take the glass from Ran-Mao and finish off the glass.

I just hope I don't get drunk. That would be awkward for me, Sebastian, and the guests. Oh well! Not my problem~