A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers, I have finally had the motivation to write chapter Eight! Hooray! But of course, I am still expecting more… ;3 Keep them rolling!

Disclaimer: (Right now, I am currently giving up on my disclaimer stories. Sorry.) I don't own Black Butler or Pandora Hearts whatsoever. They belong to Yana Toboso and Jun Mochizuki.

Chapter Eight

Ciel's POV

The man's bloodied face was looking straight up at me. His severed neck was sliced off cleanly. Everyone around me were shrieking at the top of their lungs. Women running in circles, and men hiding behind tables. It was all a catastrophe. Eventually, I crouched over, and picked it up with my bare hands. Screams grew louder by the second. I roll my eyes, and take a closer glance at the face. It wasn't someone I knew, for sure.

"Sebastian," I said. He came over and walked to my side.

"Yes, young master?" I hand him the decapitated head, and he studied it carefully. He looked at me, knowing very well what to do, and left. Clapping my hands loudly, I tried to draw the attention of my guests.

"Everyone!" I shouted. The screeches died down a bit. "I know this is a great shock. Please do calm down, so we can figure out what is going on here." Everyone settled down, muttering quietly. What are we ever going to do now?

Oz's POV

A head. A head just rolled over the boy's feet. That isn't suspicious at all, isn't it? Gil's face was instantly pale as he saw the decapitated head, and fell unconscious. Locking eyes with Alice, I asked a mental question if we should go investigate. She nodded, agreeing with me.

"Everyone," Ciel called out to the crowd, as Sebastian took the head away. "Please go to your assigned rooms, and take some rest. Hopefully we can figure out this crisis tomorrow morning." He left with a yawn, traveling back up the stairs. Everyone looked at their slip of paper that was handed to them earlier during the party, and went up the stairs in confusion. Gil finally awoke from his nap on the ground, and wobbled over to us.

"W-what happened?" He stuttered still a bit dizzy.

"We are about to head to our rooms!" I held up a piece of paper, which had the number four on it. "It also says we might be sharing a room with a stranger… Huh." Gil shuddered, because he hated being alone with people he didn't know.

"Look, Oz! I have the number four on my piece of paper! How about you?" Alice jumped up and down, pushing herself up off of my shoulders.

"I do too! We're sharing!" We held hands, jumping up and down as if we won the lottery. Gil hid in a dark corner, all depressed. After I let go of Alice's hands, I look up at the top of the stairs, were Ciel Phantomhive was standing. His blue eye showed my reflection, and his expression was full of resentment. I walked up the stairs, and bowed politely at Ciel. "Hi, sir. I am Oz Vessalius, here in Xerxes Break's place today. Thank you very much for your hospitality."

"Hnn," He glanced at me, and whispered softly, "Let's hope no one else dies today, right, Oz?"

"Keep those fingers crossed!" I grinned.

"Yes…" He walked off, leaving me behind. There was something strange about him, that's for sure. And my instinct is that he was somehow behind this whole murder mess.

A/N: Chapter eight, down! This was also another filler chapter, so please bear with me. I promise they will be getting longer after Chapter nine or so. Anyway, who do you think the murderer is? Please review and tell me! I can't wait to see your answers, and thank you for supporting me this whole time! I hope you enjoyed it, and can't wait for my next chapter! Polite flames accepted :3