A/N: Thanks to the reviewer who brought up the fact about Ciella. It was a good point, and I will start referring to Ciella as Ciel. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and PLEASE REVIEW!

Chapter 2: Ciel's POV

When I stepped out into the night air, I was filled with the sense of excitement. It was the first time I had ever done something like this, and I had no idea what I was doing.

The village was quiet, and not very many people were out, which was exactly why I had chosen this time. Less people meant less questions.

Mom always warned me of the dangers of going out alone, so I brought along a thick stick I had found earlier in the week.

It was a sleek, white branch, at a length of about 15 inches. It fit snugly in my hand, and, if used correctly, could be used as a weapon.

When Mom wasn't looking, I would practice swinging it. I knew that if she knew what vi was doing, I would get a severe scolding. Whenever I did something that could potentially bring harm to myself, I was kept from doing it.

Like when I was younger, I was outside more, but only where I couldn't be seen. I tried to climb a tree, but Mom grabbed me before I could get a foot off of the ground. Or when I met a little girl my age. She had grabbed for my eye patch, and tore it off.

Mom wasn't very specific about why I couldn't show off my eye, so I was scared about what would happen. The girl had also tried to pry my eye open to see why I hid it. Luckily, Mom had gotten there in time to grab me away from the girl. She had sewn up my eye patch, and tied it back on. That was the last time I was ever outside.

I forgot the girl's name. It was something like Lizzie, or Elizabeth, or something like that.

While I was deep in thought, I accidentally bumped into a man.

"I'm so sorry, sir!" I exclaimed. The man was a little taller than me, and more muscular.

"You will be when I'm done with you," he said. He harshly grabbed my arm and cupped his hand over mu mouth before I could scream for help. I swung my stick wildly, hoping to hit him. He ripped the stick from my hand and threw it into the street.

"Let's go somewhere more...private." he whispered. Dragging my behind a building, he tore off part of my cloak to wrap around my mouth, and some more to tie my hands together. My attacker then threw me onto the ground, and climbed on top of me. I tried to buck him off, but he was too heavy.

"What's behind this?" he asked, and proceeded to rip it off.

"MMPH! MMPH!" I screamed. He ignored my desperate plea and ripped it off. I didn't care anymore about the security about my eye. I opened my eye and struggled to get away.

"What the?! That's a demon's mark on your eye!" he looked around nervously. I was confused. A demon's mark? What does that mean?

The man backed away. "I'm so sorry, please don't send him after me!" he pleaded and ran off.

I laid there, pondering over what had just happened. Who was this him the man was talking about? Was he dangerous? He had to have been to scare that man. I sat up and tried to undo my attacker's knot.

I froze when I heard a shuffling. Turning to where the noise came from, I eyed the shadow suspiciously. I kept my eye that had frightened the man closed.

A man dressed in a black suit appeared from the shadows, enough for me to see everything but his face.

"Do you need help, Miss?" he asked me. I debated on whether or not I should let him help.

"I'm not what you would call a patient man. Do you need help, or should I just go about my business?" he asked again. I nodded.

He walked over to me and knelt down behind me. I felt his hands brush mine and I blushed. When the knot was untied, I ripped the cloth out of my mouth.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"You don't need to thank me, Miss."

"Oh but I do. I would've been here all night trying to undo that knot." I said, and turned around to face him.

Nobody was there.

"Hmm. That's weird. I thought he was right here. I didn't even hear him leave." I said, standing up. I sighed when I eyed my tattered cloak. Mom was going to have a cow when she saw this. And my eye patch was on the ground. It wasn't in bad condition, so I picked it up and tied it around my head.

I rushed home, and got into bed, placing my cloak at the end of the bed.

I'll fix it tomorrow, I thought, and fell asleep.

I woke the next morning feeling confused. I had dreamt of what the man said, about my eye having the mark of a demon. And about the man who had untied me. I felt like I had met him before, but I was pretty certain I haven't.

I sat up and reached for the tattered cloak.

It wasn't there.

Frantically, I searched my room. It wasn't there. I ran out of my room and was startled to see it hanging by the door where I had grabbed it. It was like knew.

I walked toward it as if in a trance. I grabbed the silky cloth and stroked where the man had supposedly ripped it. There was no sign of patching or thread.

"Ciel? What are you doing up so early?" Mom asked, holding a basket. She reached behind me to get the cloak.

"I-I was just finishing up washing your cloak. I found these really dark mud stains on the bottom and I wanted to find a way to thank you for all that you have done for me." I lied.

"Oh, why thank you dear." she hugged me. I sighed in relief.

"Hey Mom, why are you leaving so early?" I asked.

"Well there is a special berry that has been the talk of the town, and it was said that you can make the perfect dough for it, so I was going to go pick some for your birthday cake." she explained.

"What are they called?"

"Moonlight Berries. People have been saying that it grows only around this time, under the full moon. I figured I should leave early to get some, so I won't get back too late."

"Okay Mom." I kissed her cheek. "Be safe."

"I will, dear." she was about to open the door, when she remembered something.

"Oh yes. Please don't leave the house, and don't open the door to anyone. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am." I said.

She nodded and left.

I went back to my room and sat on my bed.

"Did I dream up all of that? No, it couldn't have been a dream, because I still have the bruises from where the man had grabbed me and thrown me on the ground." I said to myself. "This is just getting creepy."