Eleanora couldn't remember the last time she had been so upset. Just who the hell did that butler think he was? Always thinking that he was better than her in every way—always assuming that he was right and she was wrong, and why? Because she was a mere human. It wasn't fair! Humans could do things that demons couldn't, like…like…like…

Well, she would think about the perks of being a human later. For now, she was tired and angry. She wanted to either go to sleep or kill something. What a shame that she could only do one of those choices on a cruise.

She went to her cabin in the third class area and lay down on the bed and tried to go to sleep. She, unfortunately, shared the cabin with the butler, but he was busy with something—probably saving the young Master's delicate ass again. That boy could find trouble in a padded room.

She suddenly felt a small jolt run through the room, as if someone had run an electric current throughout the ship. Oh, well, someone had probably just tried to do something stupid and the power had gone out. Nothing major.

She closed her eyes and rolled over, forcing herself not to think about the damned dumb demon. She could deal with the butler later, when he would come in later. Then again, she could just pretend to be asleep and then deal with him tomorrow. Yes, that was a good plan. If she hadn't fallen asleep by the time he came in, she would pretend to be unconscious, no matter what. And already she was feeling tired…Her last conscious thought was, once again, about the Young Master. Hopefully, he wasn't in a situation so bad that the butler couldn't fix it.

Meanwhile, Ciel was in a really bad situation, and Sebastian was absolutely nowhere to be found.

He was standing on top of a huge crate, clutching his fiancée, Elizabeth, trying to remember where it all went wrong. He remembered going to the Aurora Society meeting…He remembered thinking that it was all just a big hoax…He remembered a corpse coming back to life…And then that Grim Reaper who was completely obsessed with Grell for some reason showed up…And then the man who had run the meeting had run off…And then Elizabeth had followed him…And then it turned out that the ship's storage freight was full of newly-reanimated corpses who were now trying to devour him and his fiancée.

And Sebastian was still off fighting that one Reaper. Could things get any worse?

The crate that they were on suddenly lurched. Ciel risked looking down to see what the corpses were doing—

They were tearing it down using their teeth and nails. Perfect.

"Ciel!" Elizabeth said. "Ciel, what's happening? Are we—Are we going to die?"

"No!" Ciel said hurriedly. "We aren't! That is to say, maybe! But it's alright!" He held her tighter. "No matter what happens, I will definitely protect you!"

"How admirable, my Lord."

The main corpses who were attacking the crate suddenly fell to the ground—the butler was standing on the stairs, grinning.

"Risking your life for one woman—truly noble of you."

"Sebastian!" Ciel felt a surge of relief for half a millisecond, which was then replaced by anger. "Why are you just standing there! DO SOMETHING!"

"Certainly, sir." He charged for the corpses and his hand stretched out towards one of their heads…

Ciel forced Elizabeth's head into his chest so that she wouldn't see the carnage. It was a horrible, horrible scene, but it was all over with surprisingly quickly.

"I'm done, young Master," Sebastian said, smiling.

Ciel took several deep breaths. It was absolutely disgusting—his butler, normally so calm and immaculate, standing in a pool of blood, his usually-pristine white gloves soaked with red, his eyes still flashing with demonic bloodthirstiness.

"Couldn't you have been a bit neater about it?" Ciel was finally able to say once he was firmly on the floor. "This is disgusting."

"I'm sorry," Sebastian said, not looking very sorry at all. "It was an emergency."

"But, Ciel," Elizabeth said, taking his arm, "what exactly were those things? And…And what do they want?"

"They want to eat people," Ciel said, "but it's alright now. They're gone. It's over."

"But…But who would do such a thing?"

Sebastian suddenly made a move and pinned someone who was trying to sneak away.

"Well, if it isn't you," Ciel said, glaring at the cowering man. "Rian Stoker, founder of the Aurora Society. I'm not in a good mood, so you'd better start explaining why these corpses suddenly started moving around."

"I'd love to," the man gasped, "but I can't. Not right now!"

"Oh, don't worry," Sebastian said, grabbing him as he tried to run away. "There's still plenty of time before we reach our final destination, so we'll be listening to your story with the greatest of interest."

"No! You don't understand! This ship is so big…There are two storage rooms! One in front and one in the back, in the third class…"

"So?" Ciel said.

"And-And in the second storage freight," Stoker stammered, "we put in ten times as many samples as in here!"

Ten times as many samples. Elizabeth audibly gasped and Ciel put his hand over his eyes. Sebastian just rolled his. Humans could be so stupid sometimes.

"And you just decided to bring this up now? How could you have possibly forgotten something so important?" Ciel demanded.

"I couldn't help it!" Stoker wailed. "I didn't think that it was important at the time! I thought that it wouldn't have such a big impact on me!"

"Well, never mind," Ciel said. He pulled his gun out and jabbed Stoker's ribs with it. "Do you know how to stop them?"

"Y-Yes; I have a device in my room that can turn them all off again…"

"Then let's go and get it, and quickly."

"But, Ciel!" Elizabeth said. "What about my parents!"

"Oh…right." Ciel said, sharing a look with Sebastian. "We-ell…I'm sure they'll be alright, as long as they don't go into the second storage freight…"

"But…But…" Her eyes started brimming with tears. "My parents…!"

"Who are these people?" Stoker asked. "Some kind of lord and lady?"

"Something like that," Sebastian nodded. "Kind of like a lady, only more…more…"

He suddenly had a horrible feeling in his stomach, as if it was rapidly plummeting downwards. Lady…Lady…Third class…Lady…

"I didn't think that it was important at the time…I thought that it wouldn't have such a big impact on me…"

"Eleanora," Sebastian gasped. "María, I forgot Eleanora…"

"What was that?"

"My Lord, you get this device turned on. I have to go and see to something."

"What? Really? Is it important?"

"YES."

"But what if we get into more trouble?"

But Sebastian was already gone.

Meanwhile, Eleanora was deeply asleep in her third class cabin. She didn't hear anything move around in the storage freight below her, she didn't hear anyone's screams, and she certainly didn't hear something pounding on her door, occasionally scratching at it, desperate to get in…