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When I woke up, I'd never felt so weak and useless in my life. My limbs wouldn't cooperate and I was covered in bandages, leaving me in a pair of boxer shorts. I had no idea how I had gotten to Sebastian's room, but I had a pretty good guess. He must have found me somehow…I looked towards the window and found the moon shining brightly outside it, which immediately sent me into a panic. I have to warn them. The principal is… I quickly forced myself to move, but only succeeded in falling off the bed in a tangle of sheets. Pain ran up my spine as I laid there just trying to make my arms and legs move and finally, I had managed to at least get over to the window.

I changed into my wolf form, knowing I wouldn't have enough strength to change into the cat and jumped out the window, hitting the ground hard and feeling my wounds reopen. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I somehow managed to get up and start running into the forest. They should be with the principal. Ciel must have managed to get the invitation to the midnight tea party while I was out. He wouldn't stop his plans just because of me. So they have to be in the garden. I tripped over a root, but got back up, ignoring the feeling of blood matting my fur and continued running to the garden. The moment I was there though, I caught the scent of that stupid corpse and growled, charging into the garden area and spotting the corpse attacking Greenhill.

All other people around me became nothing more than background noise as I charged, a growl tearing through my throat as I grabbed a hold of the corpse, ripping him off Greenhill and onto the ground. I could feel Sebastian's presence behind me and the stares of the other P4 members watching me, but that wasn't important to me at the moment. All that mattered was ripping this corpse to shreds.

"Damon, release him. I'll trap him."

I begrudgingly did so, as Sebastian wrapped Derrick in the table cloth that had once been on the table.

"An English gentleman should know to keep proper manners at a tea party. This won't do!" He shouted, tying up Derrick quite nicely before going to help Greenhill.

I had continued to stand by Derrick, growling and barring my teeth, hackles raised and tail swishing back and forth angrily, but a hand brushed over my back, calming me slowly.

"Come now, Damon. He is of no harm currently."

I continued to growl quietly, but trailed beside Sebastian slowly back over to Ciel.

"Why is Mr. Michaelis here?! A-And a wolf as well?!" A fag shouted.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Clayton said as well, both looking fairly frightened.

I briefly heard the vice-principal say something, but that wasn't important right now, I kept my eyes on the principal. Damn Undertaker…

"Mr. Michaelis…no. Sebastian is my butler." Ciel replied.

"Mr. Michaelis is a butler?!"

"What?!"

"Damon." Ciel called, making me shift my gaze to him. "It's almost nice to see you back."

I rolled my eyes, changing back into my half form, ears and tail out as I huffed at him. "Yeah, well. I'm not to pleased about being out of commission either."

"D-Damon?!"

I turned my gaze over to Redmond and the other shocked prefects and smirked, canines flashing in the dim moonlight. "Yo."

They turned a brilliant red and I then remembered that I wasn't exactly dressed for this occasion, just as Sebastian came up behind me and draped his butler coat over my shoulders.

"You should've grabbed something to wear before you came running here, Damon. You know how I am about sharing."

He leaned over and kissed me, murmuring an apology, but I bit his bottom lip, drawing blood and causing him to pull back in surprise.

"Don't think you're forgiven yet…You took too long." I grumbled, face also a bit red.

Sebastian simply chuckled, licking the blood of his lip with a smirk as Ciel finally spoke up.

"If you two are done, I would like to get back to the matter at hand."

I shrugged. "Eh, I suppose we're done."

"Good." He said, clearing his throat. "The reason I entered this school was to find Derrick and the rest. However, Sebastian couldn't get hold of his whereabouts because derrick is already dead."

"Dead…What do you mean? He was just moving…" The fag said, and at that moment, the corpse grumbled something about the tea smelling good, frightening him.

I growled lowly, wounds aching, but Sebastian came over and began brushing his hand over my ears, calming me down once more.

"I truly am sorry, Damon."

I know, but this is something you'll have to make up for. I don't appreciate being called a 'thing'. Nor do I like being left to die in some underground cell chewed on by this…corpse.

Ciel pointed a gun at the principal and tried to get him to explain what was going on, but it seems the P4 were the ones behind this. For the most part. Sebastian and I both knew who the principal was at this point and neither of us were pleased.

"Hey. Why don't we both drop the teacher act here?" Sebastian called out and the principal smirked.

"Ah man. I really liked this job too."

Sebastian kept Ciel from doing anything by holding out an arm, but I was less than happy with the person sitting before us and growled, barring my teeth with my ears back and tail swishing wildly behind me, begging to get my chance at tearing the man to pieces.

"Hold on, Damon. We'll both have our chance."

"It was truly pleasant to watch your struggle from the grand tier." The principal said. "You've offered me the best of laughs. Hehehe!"

"You are…"

The man removed his hat, letting his white hair tumble out as he laughed.

"Undertaker!"

Undertaker twirled his hand on his hand, smirking. "Hello Earl. You're as tiny as ever. But I'm pleased to see you're doing well. You too, Damon."

I twitched, growing more and more agitated.

"I'm glad you enjoyed my little gift. Too bad it had to end all too soon."

Sebastian's presence beside me was the only thing holding me back at this point and I struggled to even pay attention to what everyone was saying. Seems Derrick was into bullying students to get to the top and the vice-principal was in on it, thus the P4 killed them all in order to protect the school. It was something odd that I wouldn't have expected from humans at this age, but I suppose humans could be interesting at times.

"Our actions are inexcusable to our relatives. But there was nothing else we could do to protect our traditional order. We didn't want to stir things up and damage the school's good name. you understand, don't you, Phantomhive?"

"Just killing someone like that…What are you saying?" Ciel replied, looking genuinely shocked, but I could tell it was fake.

Coming from someone like him, of course it was fake. Even the Undertaker understood how hypocritical this was.

"Pft, gyahahahah! That's amazing! Ahaha!"

"Oh, that's rare." Sebastian said, smirking and placing a hand to his chin. "It seems we agree on that point."

I scoffed, leaning into Sebastian since my wounds were acting up and I could feel my legs getting weaker now that the initial adrenaline was wearing off. I can't believe how fragile the human minds are. You'd think they were brainwashed.

"Hm, perhaps, in a way, they were."

I hummed quietly, enjoying Sebastian's hand stroking the edge of my ear, as all eyes went back to the Undertaker.

"Well then, that just leaves you. What do you want?!"

"Since I received copious amounts of payment just now, I'll tell you. For old time's sake."

"Derrick was certainly conscious if only for a moment. It was clearly different from the previous moving corpses…No. They've evolved!"

The Undertaker stuffed a cake into his mouth. "It makes me happy to hear you say that. You're right. Even the dead can evolve as long as there are episodes."

"Episodes?" Sebastian questioned. "Do you mean those fake memories you made? I believe connecting those to the deceased's record was the mechanism behind the moving corpses."

"Wrong!" The Undertaker said, crossing his arms in an 'X'. "But close. It's not that easy. What's driving them now is their yearning for a future. In their dying moments, humans review their past life. These images come and go. At the same time they crave the future they were supposed to have. They're fragmentary, of course, but those fragments are the episodes. These are like a predictive map of the future. My self-created memories are nothing compared to these future memories. So if we stuck these to the record, wouldn't it become complete?"

I frowned, ears going back, despite Sebastian's comfort.

"Well, the succession rate is still pretty low. It depends on the quality and quantity of the episodes."

"I don't' understand…" Ciel said, raising his gun once more. "Why would you do that?! What purpose does bringing back the dead serve?!"

Undertaker lifted the bridge of his hat, green eyes shining in amusement. "I just want to see what comes after the pre-determined end."

"After…the end?"

"You've never thought about it?" He thrust his hands into the air. "There must be an interesting development lurking behind the ending credits."

Yeah, like me tearing you to shreds.

"Now, now, Damon."

Sebastian made an odd look, bringing a hand to his chin once more. "That's where we differ. Exactly because 'death' is such a hopeless and definite 'end' it is beautiful."

The Undertaker was silent for a moment, but then stood. "I've told you all I can for the current price. Well then. It'd be a hassle is I got found out by certain annoying individuals. I should get going."

Ciel immediately shouted orders. "I won't let you get away again! Get him, Sebastian! Damon!"

"Yes, my lord!"

"As you wish!"

Sebastian and I charged, but he was stopped by the vice-principal, who was also an undead corpse, whereas I changed into my larger form and went to clamp my jaws over him. Unfortunately, he not only dodged, but snapped his fingers, calling up more corpses, which immediately went after me and the P4 and fags.

"Run! Get out of the garden! Quick!"

Corpses attacked me, climbing onto my back and legs, biting and tearing chucks of flesh from me. Sebastian was also a bit tied up and neither of us really had a chance of helping Ciel and the others.

"Even though they're all Phantomhives, he's different from his ancestors. Interesting." The Undertaker commented.

"You don't seems to be in a hurry. Did you think you could keep me and Damon down like this?" Sebastian smirked. "You underestimate us."

I began throwing the corpses off me, tearing limbs and heads off in the process, feeling my rage grow.

"I'm not underestimating you at all. It's just that we have different goals."

I could feel something well up inside me. Panic. Thing was, it wasn't my own. Sebastian… I growled, tearing another corpse from me and ignoring the rest as I mentally shouted at Sebastian.

You idiot! There's two of us, remember! You protect Ciel! I'll take care of him! A glass shattered and Sebastian bent backwards, slamming the vice-principal's head into the ground, charging after Ciel as I launched myself at the Undertaker.

"As expected of you, butler."

Ciel was surprised, but the Undertaker wasn't.

"You should keep protecting the Earl with such devotion. However, I wonder if you'll be able to choose."

I charged, jaws reaching out to clamp around the Undertaker, but saw something out of the corner of my eye. Shit! I can't dodge!

"Damon!"

I felt the Undertaker's scythe slice upwards into my chest, feeling it tear through flesh, muscle, and bone as I glared at the vice-principal who was wielding the blade, my jaws falling just short of the Undertaker. But as I fell, feeling my heart trying to pump blood around the blade in my chest, I forced myself to stand, launching one last attack at the Undertaker, feeling the flesh of his leg in my jaws just before he disappeared and I collapsed.

Sebastian felt his chest ache as he saw Damon get stabbed in the chest, but he couldn't move. His mind shouted at him to help her, but his contract kept him with Ciel. Even after she fell to the ground, Sebastian protected his master.

"Sebastian! Why did you come to me?! I ordered you to capture him and-"

"As per contract, your life has first priority." Sebastian replied, absolutely furious. "I went through the trouble of cultivating it, so I won't let myself be robbed of it."

"However, I wonder if you'll be able to choose."

Sebastian crushed the head of the corpse before him in anger at the Undertaker's words, ignoring the young fag who fainted behind him, before going and killing the rest of the corpses. Once that was finished, he brought his gaze back to Damon, who hadn't moved, eyes closed and still in her larger wolf form.

"Sheesh. I don't know how to explain this to her majesty." Ciel commented, wiping blood from his face, before seeing that Sebastian wasn't listening. "Sebastian, are you even-"

He stopped, noticing finally that Sebastian was heading towards the collapsed Damon, and even he felt an odd sensation in his chest. Is Damon…Sebastian, he…protected me at the risk of losing her?…But why? Just because of the contract? But that's just… Ciel stayed silent and just watched as Sebastian knelt down in the bloody grass, brushing a hand across Damon's face.

"…Damon…"

Sebastian received no response and even the mark he had that connected them both seemed nothing more than an empty piece of decoration. Sebastian didn't know what to do. Even he knew that it was impossible for Damon-a half-demon already weakened by numerous injuries and the ruins she was trapped in before-to live, having been stabbed through the heart by a shinigami blade. He could tell she was gone. Just by the fact that she hadn't changed back into her half-human form as she should have. And for the first time in his life as a demon, Sebastian felt helpless. There was nothing he could do. Nothing could change the fact that Damon was gone and that it was he who took her life.

After that, Ciel reported the course of events to the queen. The P4's punishment was decided to be expulsion rather than jail time, but not out of kindness. A relative of the queen had died because of his own mistakes. It was to cover up this huge scandal. However, they all valued the school's traditions more than their own lives. To them it might have been a punishment more cruel than even death. It was announced that Derrick and his friends had died during a boat accident. The bodies were buried in secret. Those involved were sworn to secrecy and thus Weston High resumed it's daily routine as if nothing had happened.

Ciel had just now explained the details to the queen, having known that keeping the truth from her would only prove to be detrimental on his part.

"Resuscitating the dead?"

"I'm sure it must be hard for you to believe, but-"

"Oh, I don't doubt your words." The queen said, smiling with her fan up to her chin. "To bring back and control the dead is a frightening skill. It might become a threat to the kingdom. Boy…"

"Of course." Ciel said, understanding the queen's silent order.

He left then, getting into the carriage with Sebastian and calmly asking the driver to began taking them home.

"You've worked hard." Sebastian commented.

"I'll say. I want to get back and eat sweets already."

"I'll prepare some as soon as we get back." Sebastian then pulled out a letter, holding it out to Ciel. "The mailman gave this to me on our way out. To keep you busy during the trip."

"I don't need it. Trash it." Ciel said, taking his hat off with a sigh.

"My…Are you sure? Trashing a letter from Master MacMillan without even reading it?"

"I won't be returning to that cramped miniature garden ever again."

"Is that so." Sebastian said with a smirk.

The moment they arrives back at the mansion, Ciel and Sebastian were shocked to find the yard full of sheep.

"What is this?"

"Ah, young master! Mr. Sebastian! Welcome back!" Finny said, a sheep in his arms.

"Welcome back. Says Emily."

"Old man Sam's fence broke." Bard replied to Ciel's question, trying to move a sheep as Mey-Rin struggled to get her skirt out of a sheep's mouth.

A sheep suddenly ran off from the group, Finny and Snake chasing after it and Ciel let out a chuckled.

"Pft."

'Is something the matter?" Sebastian questioned.

"No…The lawn is just a lawn, isn't it?" Ciel made his way to the front doors, avoiding the sheep as best he could. "Clean this up and prepare the afternoon tea."

"Yes, my lord."

Once Sebastian and the other servants had all the sheep returned to their pen, Sebastian headed into his personal kitchen and removed his jacket, to prepare Ciel's requested sweets.

"What should I prepare today?" He questioned out loud, pulling out the letter from inside his coat.

He cut it open and glanced at the picture of the boating group and smirked. "My. What a nice shot."

He then crumpled the picture and lit it with a match, using it to start a fire in the stove.

"Well then. Let's prepare an exceptional sweet cake…" Sebastian looked over to the counter in a shadowed corner of the room where a figure was sitting calmly, and smirked. "Right, Damon?"

The figure smirked, canines shining brightly as they hopped down from the counter. "Only if I get a taste.~"