Black Butler: TWWSP: Darkness Surrounds Her

by DarknessAndLight665

After coming back to life, Frances returns to not only discover that she becomes the owner of Funtom Company, but also becomes a Dame and the Queen's Guard Dog (temporarily). She helps Sebastian look for part of Ciel's missing soul, deals with intense cases, and life-altering experiences. Will she allow the darkness to consume her or will these experiences drag her too deep?

46. Book of Murder Part One

A/N: Hello, everyone! Just wanted to give you a heads up, there is language in this chapter. And the other, this is my longest chapter yet! 17,540 words, not including these ones in this author's note! Wow! I was thinking of splitting it into three, but decided not to. lol! I hope you all enjoy! :D

Chapter Forty-Five: Book of Murder Part One

February was coming to an end.

"One, two, three, four." Madame Bennett instructed.

Frances was a little more than halfway through her ballet lesson. As she finished her pirouette, she was looking outside the window, lowering her right leg to first position. The grey clouds still remained nearly a week after her visit with Alois. They had rolled in the following day. She continued her routine, nearly faltering when she felt…

*Someone is coming.* She warned Sebastian.

*I'll have the servants take care of them, my darling. You continue with your ballet lesson.*

*Yes, Malphas.*

*Good woman.*

She smiled wider as happiness filled her, continuing with her routine.

The remainder of her ballet lesson passed by quickly. With Frances' keen hearing, she heard everything Lord Grey did and it took a little more concentration to ignore the urge to help her friends, especially at the end when Baldroy almost got slashed. When her lesson finished, Finny had excused himself to Madame Bennett when he opened the door. He turned to her to inform her that she was requested at the drawing room. She thanked him. They watched him run off before they too walked to the front door. Frances waved goodbye after Madame Bennett climbed into the carriage. She closed the door as the carriage took off. She made her way to the drawing room. Sebastian opened the door when he felt her approach. She smiled at him, ignoring the three others in the room looking at her once she had entered.

"Thank you."

He nodded.

"You're welcome, my Lady."

"Ah, Lady Frances, we were concerned you may have stepped out." Charles Phipps said with a slightly concerned tone.

"I apologize. I just finished my ballet lesson."

"Mmm, yes. That's where most of your elegance comes from, isn't it? Though, you've always moved elegantly." Charles Grey commented.

Frances heard Sebastian's growl in her mind as she felt the spike in Sebastian's jealously. She sent him calmness and love as she gave a smile and a small curtsy.

"Thank you, Sir Grey."

Frances sat down beside Ciel.

"Now, we can get down to business." Grey said, amusement and annoyance rolling off him.

He produced a letter from the inside of his white coat pocket. He slid the letter over to the Young Master. Sebastian served them tea. Frances smiled her thanks at him as Phipps explained the contents of the letter.

"Her Majesty requests you to hold a banquet here."

Sebastian nodded at her. He picked up the tray moving back as Frances shifted her gaze to the letter and to the gentlemen in front of her.

"Hosting a banquet in the Phantomhive's Mansion?" The Young Master questioned.

"You need to entertain a guest name George Von Siemens." Phipps said. He pointed to Germany on a map that had been left out from Ciel's Geography lesson, "He's a distant relative of Her Majesty's from Germany. He is very interested with the English Industries and Folklore. (Sebastian moved behind the couch to stand on the other side in case they needed something.) I'm sure you can call forth some guests who can please our visitor."

"Even so, I have no acquaintance with him whatsoever (Sir Grey picked up his cup of tea and took a sip of it.), I don't think he'll be entertained. Why not Her Majesty entertain him personally?" Ciel asked, placing the letter back onto the table.

Sir Grey lowered his cup from his lips. Frances could feel the amusement from him. Her eyes narrowed slightly mentally. Malphas' darkness lightly stroked her as he warbled in her mind.

"Do you think that's the right thing to say? (Grey lowered his cup back onto the saucer.) The previous missing children incident. (He crossed one leg over the other and placed his elbow on his knee to hold his head in his hand. Ciel's eye narrowed. Frances could feel the slight concern, but mostly annoyance and suspicion coming from the boy.) Her Majesty is having some doubts over the Earl's report. "The criminal is dead and the children were beyond help." (Grey's eyes slid to Frances'. Gleefulness along with amusement coming from him.) She is most grateful to you, Lady Frances that you saved those two children. They have recovered well." He said the last part callously with a small shrug.

Frances had to bite back an angry snarl. She did not like his callous nature. Malphas sent her calmness. She sent him gratefulness as she inclined her head.

"That's wonderful to hear."

Grey's lips stretched further as his amusement grew. His eyes returned to Ciel's.

"Are you sure there is no cover-ups in that report? The Queen is having doubts on you. Don't you think this is the best chance to restore your image?"

There was silence for a few moments. Frances could feel Ciel contemplating. He glanced at her then at Sebastian. The two of them remaining calm with smiles upon their faces as always. Ciel looked back at the butlers and nodded once. He took back the letter.

"Fine. I'll take it. When is it set for?"

Grey's eyes showed his obvious amusement. He lowered his hand to his lap.

"In two weeks' time (Frances mentally sighed. Alois was not going to be happy.). Oh, by the way, as the ombudsman, can I participate in the banquet too?"

"Yes."

"Wonderful. Ah, one last thing." Grey said as if he had forgotten.

"What is it?" Ciel asked.

"Not for you." Grey stated.

He turned to Frances. A wide smile upon his lips with mischief in his eyes. He produced another letter from his inside coat pocket. He slid it over to her. Frances opened it up and began to read as Phipps explained.

"Her Majesty wishes for you to accompany her on a trip to the countryside. She wants your protection should any threats occur as she travels."

Frances tilted her head with a slight frown. She looked up at Phipps.

"It's in two weeks' time. The same day as the party."

"Yes, indeed."

Frances and Ciel exchanged glances. She looked away first. She turned her gaze back to Phipps.

"I'm afraid, I'll have to decline. You see, I believe I can help entertain this Von Siemens (Grey's eyes narrowed while Phipps remained unaffected by her declination.). Besides that, Her Majesty has worthy butlers that can handle any and all threats should the need arise." She said, leaning back against the couch with crossed arms.

Sebastian's warble grew louder. Frances could feel Phipps' impressiveness and Grey's surprise, amusement, and awe. All was silent for a few moments. The stare down between grey eyes and brown was intense. After another moment, Phipps' lips tilted up slightly. He nodded.

"Very well." He said, "We shall be taking our leave then."

Phipps and Grey stood up.

"Have a good rest of your day gentlemen." Frances said.

"You as well, my Lady." Phipps said.

They both bowed. They straightened and turned. Sebastian turned to walk them out, however, Phipps' voice stopped him.

"You don't need to escort us. (They walked to the door. Phipps opened the door. Grey walked through it. Phipps turned back to them.) We look forward to meeting you in two weeks' time."

The door closed gently behind them. The Young Master stood.

"Well then, Sebastian… (He walked towards the window as Sebastian turned around.) This Siemens… Dig out every single detail possible."

"Very well. Excuse me." Sebastian said, bowing slightly.

*Be safe.* She sent him.

His red eyes met her, pleasure and admiration shined within.

*Always.*

She smiled. He disappeared out the door. After a few minutes, Ciel wandered back over to her. He sat down beside her and pulled out the letter. They read it together a few times. Sebastian returned a half hour later with facts about the man. Frances nodded, clarifying what she had read in the letter. The Young Master stood with the letter in hand. He walked over to the window as the sun began to set. He reread the letter once again.

"The mystery has been solved. (He turned to them.) Her Majesty is testing me again. (He turned his gaze to Frances.) That was probably why she wanted you to join her on her trip so you wouldn't help me."

Frances shrugged, leaning forward.

"Doesn't mean I won't remain here with you. I will protect you, Ciel. If I have to participate in the game, fine, but I won't sit idly by." She said, sternly.

Ciel sighed. He looked away from her. Frances and Sebastian could feel his slight gratefulness.

"Very well. (He turned his gaze back to the setting sun.) The loyalty as the Watch Dog of the Queen… And the ability to fulfill the mission. (He turned his gaze back to them.) If I missed out the hidden message in the letter… My reputation would be done for… I shall look into whom we should invite tomorrow. For now, let's go have dinner."

Sebastian bowed slightly with a hand on his chest.

"Very well."

They did just that. Once dinner was completed, Frances made the call to Alois to ask him if they could move their date to next Saturday instead, explaining she had to help Ciel with a case for the Queen. He had agreed only if Ciel could join them at Hyde Park too. She said she would ask him and get back to him tomorrow. When Frances asked Ciel, he was reluctant, but decided to go ahead and go. Frances relayed the acceptance to Alois who was extremely excited. That same day, Ciel selected the people whom he wanted to invite to the dinner party and the invitations were sent out. Frances was unhappy about one in particular, however, she did not voice her disapproval.

The day arrived to spend with Alois. The weather was still gloomy, however, that didn't stop Frances who, as usual had more fun than Ciel did. Alois was very clingy to both of them. They wandered the park. Alois and Frances pointing out flowers and other items of interest. This time, Claude and Sebastian followed behind them as they walked through the park, Ciel couldn't wait to get home. However, once they did… The second they crossed the doorway, Soma and Agni burst through the door. Ciel let out a sigh and muttered,

"No more loud people."

Frances had to stifle an amused laugh as Sebastian smirked at the boy's misery.

Prince Soma decided to stay for a few days to ensure Ciel was healthy and wasn't worried about the storm. Ciel kicked them out explaining they need to get ready for a party. Soma's eyes filled with excitement, however, before he could claim to help, Ciel reminded him of his duty to the Townhouse. It was with great reluctance that Prince Soma returned to the Townhouse with Agni.

The day of the party arrived. Of course, that was the day the clouds decided to release their tears and anger. Rain, thunder, and lightning echoed through the manor during the afternoon when everyone was to gather. The servants were getting things ready, setting up the buffet. Tall Man Tanaka was at the door, accepting guests. The Young Master was already dressed, Frances would have been as well, but Sebastian asked if he could dress her. Both she and the Young Master gave permission to do so.

Now, here she was dressed in a light purple dress, a purple ribbon around her waist, black gloves that went to her elbows, black boots with purple laces. He was working on her hair now when she flinched at a particularly loud crash of thunder and lightning strike. A quiet whimper escaped her lips as it hurt her sensitive ears. The demon paused momentarily in his brushing. He leaned into her right ear and gently began to nibble on it as his arms wrapped around her waist. Another roll of thunder followed by a crack of lightning sounded. Frances didn't jump as she was distracted by the purring and teething of the demon behind her. He gave her one last bite causing her to moan softly as her hands intertwined with his. He hummed softly.

"You will get used to the loudness, my darling."

"I know." She whispered, "It's easier with a distraction." She said, seductively glancing over her shoulder.

The demon smirked. He captured her lips. She whimpered into the heated kiss. He pulled away, leaving her breathless. A smirk spread upon his lips at her glazed eyes, the feelings of love flowing through them. He turned her head back so he could continue with her hair. After a few more minutes, he deemed her ready. He helped her stand. He led her to her mirror where she appraised his work. She smiled. She turned and leaned up, kissing his cheek. When she moved back, she saw his smile.

"Thank you, Malphas."

He caressed her cheek, lovingly.

"You're welcome, Frances."

They smiled in content. A few minutes later, Malphas broke the silence with a sigh, his hand slid down her cheek.

"Come. We have a party to attend to." She nodded, catching his hand. She lifted it to her lips and gave it a kiss. He warbled quietly. She lowered his hand. He nuzzled her nose. She purred quietly as she nuzzled him back. They parted. He led her by the hand, out the door and down the hall. When they reached the Young Master's room, they released each other's hands. Sebastian knocked on the door. He opened it a moment later, allowing the Young Master through. He was wearing a green suit with a lime green vest lined with black, white shirt, a red and white ribbon tied in a bow to the left, and black shoes with green bows, holding his cane. Frances smiled.

"You look handsome, Young Master." She complimented.

"Hmph. You look nice too, Lady Frances." He said, a blush on his cheeks.

Frances smiled.

"Thank you." She said, inclining her head.

He hmphed again as he moved forward, down the hall. Sebastian closed his bedroom door, sharing an amused smile with her as they felt his embarrassment. They made their way down the stairs, listening as a man with brown hair and brown eyes in a decent brown suit asked Lau about the two of them.

"The Earl of Phantomhive… And Lady Harkness… What type of people are they?"

They stopped on the first landing. Frances to the right of the Young Master, Sebastian on his left.

"Well…" Lau said, placing a hand under his chin before he turned his head and pointed a finger out, "He usually has either a sour or angry look (The poor man's face paled drastically as his face morphed into a look of fear. Frances could feel it rolling off him. She wanted to roll her eyes at the description.). His pride is extremely high. And he wore a pirate-like eyepatch. (The man let out a cry of horror.) The young Lady is a sight to behold (Frances stiffened. Her eyes narrowed. Sebastian's hand slid up and down her back though, she could feel his careful eyes on Lau.). Such a natural beauty, though more so as of late. But, don't be charmed by her looks as she has a viper's bite."

The poor man paled further. Frances gave a tiny smirk at the description as it was accurate. Sebastian removed his hand with a matching tiny smirk.

"Stop teasing our guest." Ciel called.

Everyone's attention turned to them.

"Huh? A child?"

*He looks nothing like he described. The young Lady however… She has the same features as I yet… she is beautiful. Why can't I be like that?* He thought, sadly.

Lau started speaking to him. Frances could feel his self-depreciation.

"That tiny little kid over there is the Earl of Phantomhive."

Frances had to stifle a laugh. The Young Master placed his fist towards his mouth to clear his throat. He gained everyone's attention yet again. He lowered his hand, showing a tiny smile.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation. I'm the head of the house, Ciel Phantomhive. (He gestured to Frances.) This is Lady Frances Harkness."

Frances gave a small curtsy.

"How do you do?" She greeted.

She stood back up. They started walking down the stairs.

"Our dear regular clients, and those whom we're meeting for the first time… We'll greet each of you personally when the banquet starts."

They stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Frances and the Young Master looked around for their guest of honor, however, it looked like he wasn't here just yet.

"It seems our guest of honor isn't here yet." The Young Master said, turning to look at Sebastian.

Sebastian leaned down a bit to whisper into their ears.

"With this foul weather, his arrival seems to have been delayed."

Frances nodded. The Young Master looked at his guests.

"This is bad. I can't keep the other guests waiting in the hall like this…"

Mey-rin came up beside them, gaining their attention.

"The guest is here."

Frances smiled.

"Thank you, Mey-rin." She whispered.

Mey-rin nodded. The three of them noticed their remaining guests standing in the doorway. Tanaka bowed to them. The two groups started walking towards one another. Their last guest was an older gentleman with grey hair, a grey beard, and murky blue eyes. He wore a black and white suit, though he left the buttons of his black suit jacket undone, and he wore black dress shoes and white gloves. They stopped a foot away from one another. The older gentleman placed a hand on his chest.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm George Von Siemens. I'm grateful for your invitation."

"I trust preparations are ready?" Earl Grey asked from behind Von Siemens.

He wore his white suit that he wore when he and Phipps gave them the invitation.

"Thank you for coming afar." Ciel said, holding out his hand. George Von Siemens shook it, "I'm Ciel Phantomhive. (He gestured to Frances.) This is Lady Frances Harkness."

"Good evening, Sir. A pleasure to have you here." Frances greeted, holding out her hand as she curtsied.

He accepted her hand. He lifted it to his lips, placing a kiss upon it.

"The pleasure is all mine, my Lady."

He promptly let go of her hand as she stood to her full height.

"We've prepared a buffet so the guests can chat freely over the banquet. This way please." The Young Master said, gesturing to the dining room.

He and Frances led the way with Siemens and Grey following behind them. The Young Master opened the door for them. Frances gave her thanks. The other two followed after her. The Young Master closed the door behind him. He gestured to the tables of food and drinks.

"Please, enjoy." He said.

Frances filled her plate with a little bit of everything. As they served themselves, the other guests entered through the door Tanaka held open for them. George Von Siemens and Grey approached her.

"Lady Frances, might I inquire what it is you do?"

She swallowed the food she placed in her mouth.

"I create oils and potions to help with different health problems as well as run the state factories of Funtom."

"Oh, I see."

"What about you?" She inquired.

"I deal with Germany's military."

"Ah, I see."

They continued to make small talk with a few others joining the conversation. Frances saw Arthur walk over to the chairs along the windows. She could feel his worry, confusion, uncertainty, and belittlement. She excused herself from George Von Siemens and Earl Grey's company. They nodded. She made her way over to him with her half eaten plate of food.

"Hello there." She greeted him as she sat down on his right.

"H-Hello. (He turned to her. His eyes widened and his nerves spiked quickly, startling her slightly.) Lady Frances!"

She took his arm, guiding him to sit down.

"Please, do not be alarmed. I merely wished to talk with you."

"Y-You do?" He stuttered.

"Would either of you like a glass?" Sebastian asked, holding a tray of wine.

"Yes, please, Sebastian."

Frances plucked a wine glass from the tray. Arthur did the same.

"Thank you, Sebastian.

"Thank you."

They both said at the same time. He smiled at the both of them.

*Wow… What a beauty and ambiance he has… He's the kind of person who appears in Oscar Wilde's book. It seems the servants of the top class are top class too. (Sebastian stepped away to serve other guests. Arthur's eyes followed him before they slid to her. She took a sip of her drink.) Hers almost matches his. Perhaps they are related? But… that can't be right for she is a noble and he a servant.*

"Can I sit next to you?" The Young Master asked Arthur.

"Sure. (He turned to the voice.) Please… (His eyes widened yet again and he stood up in surprise. Frances looked at the man with slight amusement and exasperation.) Earl?!"

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Uh, yes!"

Arthur nervously tucked his hair behind his ear.

"Have a seat, Mr. Wordsmith."

The Young Master gestured to the seat beside him. Arthur did as he was told, embarrassment rolling off him.

"I'm really not at a level worthy of being called a wordsmith yet…"

"But, I want to call you this, is it not okay? Do you dislike it, Mr. Wordsmith?"

"Ah… No…" Arthur says, rubbing the back of his neck as a blush filled his cheeks.

Frances smiled, taking another sip of the wine.

"Um… Maybe it's rude to ask… but why did you two (He moved his gaze from Ciel to Frances then back to Ciel.) invite me to this banquet?"

"I read your work during Christmas. It was a novel that appeared in the Beeton's Christmas Annual."

"What? That's a minor magazine! A noble like the Earl reads such magazines?!"

"It has nothing to do with status. Moreover, our target customers are commoners. (Ciel laughed a little.) I even read Punch. The main character in your work is full of wit and really charming."

Arthur jumped out of his seat, this time in surprise. Frances moved her drink and body quickly to avoid being hit by him.

"Oh! Really?! (He sat back down. He took a sip from his wine glass. He lowered it.) But, that piece wasn't really popular. I have no intention of writing again."

Frances could feel the bittersweetness coming from him. She could also feel the Young Master's disappointment.

"The people of such an advanced country couldn't accept such a fresh stye of writing. How ironic."

"Actually, I wanted to write some historical stories. But, it was rejected by a few publishers."

"You can always do that when you get famous. If you've got authority, you'll be praised even though your writing may be rubbish."

"Exactly!" A new voice exclaimed.

The three of them turned to see Grimsby Keane walking up to them. He was a little… intoxicated. The flush on his cheeks gave him away. Frances could feel his exuberance, happiness, and excitement. Frances' eyes widened as he got into Ciel's face, holding up his pointer finger.

"I really can't stand for it. Even in our line of business, those stubborn old people love to fool us around. (He straightened.) Even an amateur can read script out loud! (He turned around, throwing his arms in the air.) Don't you think so?"

Frances looked at him in bewilderment.

*While that may be true, how good an amateur is will determine if he gets a spot in the production.*

"C-Certainly." The Young Master agreed, reluctantly, "The backgrounds and costumes used in your stage shows are exquisitely made."

He turned back around with a bright smile.

"Ohhh! Do you agree with me? I wish to work with an understanding person like the Earl too. (He wrapped an arm around Ciel's shoulders.) How about it? Would you like to work with me?"

"Right… One day, maybe."

"I told you! Please stop!" Irene's voice cried out.

Everyone's attention was gain. Frances fought her eyes from glowing at the scene in front of her. George Von Siemens was grabbing at Irene. Patrick Phelps tried to intervene.

"Stop touching me with your disgusting hands! I can't take it anymore!"

"What? That's rude. It's your fault for wearing those clothes!"

He moved past Phelps and hugged Irene, rubbing his red face against her head. He was now wearing a white band around his head.

"Can somebody please hold, Mr. Siemens?!"

Irene shoved him away and slapped his face.

"Insolent jerk! Have some shame!"

"You… Worthless whore!"

He grabbed a glass of champagne. He threw the contents, intending to hit Irene, however, Frances and Ciel blocked her. Siemens gasped. Irene looked up when she realized she wasn't drenched in champagne. She gasped upon seeing the Lord and Lady protecting her.

"Oh!" The remaining guests gasped.

It was silent for a moment. Frances opened her eyes to glare at the man.

"That is NOT how you treat a lady, Sir." She stated, darkly.

He spluttered. Ciel opened his eye, looking calmly at Siemens. Frances turned to Lady Irene with a softer, kinder expression.

"Are you all right, my lady?"

"Y-Yes. Thank you. (She looked at the back of Lord Phantomhive's head.) Both of you."

Ciel did not acknowledge her words, but he did say,

"This is a dining hall. In any case, that will be enough from you two for today."

Before Ciel could finish, protective anger flared up in Grimsby. He ran towards a bottle in an ice bucket that sat on a table.

"That old pervert! How dare you touch my woman!" He shouted, grabbing the bottle and throwing it at Siemens.

Siemens raised his arms to protect himself from the attack, but Sebastian intercepted it and grabbed it before it could connect with him. He suddenly jumped on a ladder, popped open the bottle, and began to pour into a giant tower of glasses that had not been there a second ago. He moved so fast, Frances did not see him build it.

*Wow.* She thought, stunned.

The demon butler stopped pouring as all the glasses were now full. He turned his gaze to her with a prideful smirk.

"This is a fantastic wine from the village of Pureariin South-Easstern Maldova. Please, enjoy it."

"Wow! What a splendid wine glass tower." Siemens complimented.

"When did…" Phelps began in awe.

Siemens smelled the air.

"This fragrance… It's like being in a flower garden."

Earl Grey stepped up to the tower table with a bright smile.

"That smells good! Can I have one?" He asked.

"M-Me too!" Siemens exclaimed.

"Me too!" Lau said, stepping up behind them.

Sebastian placed some glasses on several trays so the servants could walk around to offer them to their guests. Frances and the Young Master walked over to where Arthur still sat. Sebastian approached them. He handed Frances a towel.

"My Lady, are you all right?" He inquired.

She accepted the towel.

"I'm fine, Sebastian. Thank you." She said, dabbing the towel on her chest, neck, and chin.

He nodded. He turned to the Young Master. He took off their boy's suit jacket, placed it over his arm, wrapped another towel over his hair, face, and upper torso.

"Are you okay, Young Master?"

"Champagne tower again?" The Young Master ignored the question.

"They seem to like it." Sebastian commented with a hand on his chest as he bowed a bit.

"It was entertaining." Frances agreed.

The butler raised his head to look at her with a smug smirk. The Young Master shook his head with an annoyed sigh. He looked over to the guests where poor Mey-rin was being harassed by Siemens with Ran-Mao looking up at him, holding his chest as he drank his wine. The others were clearly enjoying the champagne as well except for Irene and Grimsby who were wrapped in each other's arms protectively.

"Alors, une fois que cet homme solennel a bu de l'alcool, voila comment it deviant? Ii semble qu'il soit un recidiviste. (So, once that solemn man gets some alcohol into him, this is how he becomes? It seems he is a repeat offender.)"

Frances could feel the surprise yet understanding as the Young Master spoke in French from Arthur.

"Pourtant, ce qui montre a quell point on a pew de retenue… Soit il est un immense imbecile, soit il n'a aucune honte. (Even so, showing how little self-constraint one has… He is either an immense fool or he has no shame at all.)"

Frances scoffed lightly, placing the towel over her arm. Her dress was still slightly damp.

"Les deux. (Both.)" She commented, also in French, "Excusez-moi (Excuse me.)"

She walked away to help Mey-rin.

"Wuel genre d'homme incurable et desespere. (What an incurable, hopeless kind of man.)"

She heard Arthur chuckle quietly. She approached the table with the glasses and grabbed two. She walked over to Mey-rin.

"Sir Siemens?"

He looked at her.

"Ah, another beauty to behold."

His eyes looked at her damp chest. Sebastian growled. She cleared her throat. He still did not look up from her chest. She lowered the wine glasses as Sebastian walked towards them.

"I brought you more wine."

He released Mey-rin who gasped in exasperation, He reached out to grab Frances' arm when Sebastian forced himself between them.

"Mistress, perhaps it would be best for you to change."

She nodded.

"Yes, that would be best." She agreed.

"Allow me to escort you."

"Thank you, Sebastian. (She leaned around him to look at Siemens.) Excuse me." She said, handing the glasses to Siemens.

He accepted them and began to drink them.

She turned and made her way to the door. Once they were in the darkened hallway, Sebastian grabbed her and shoved her against the wall. Her hands instantly wrapped around his neck.

"Malphas." She whispered.

"My Frances!" He growled lowly.

They kissed one another deeply, passionately. She whimpered into the kiss as he growled. Their song and flames soared through them. They pulled away with her gasping for breath. Malphas warble/purred with pleasure. He caressed her cheek.

"Must you always put yourself in such situations?" He asked in exasperation.

She smiled as her hands moved to run through his hair using her nails. He warbled/purred louder. She pressed herself closer to him, standing on her tiptoes, looking deep into his eyes.

"Like I was going to allow him to continue harassing Mey-rin who was clearly uncomfortable. Besides, you know I would have stopped him from touching me if you hadn't stepped in. (She kissed his lips. He kissed her back. Their flames tangling with one another. She pulled away after a moment, returning to her normal stance.) Thank you." She said, making her eyes glow.

He moved his hand to her chin and tilted it up sharply. His eyes glowed hellishly.

"You're welcome, my Frances."

He kissed her lips once again. She kissed him back. They pulled away with hums of content. He caressed her cheek.

"I'll return soon, my precious wife."

She placed a hand on his cheek, her other hand went to his shoulder.

"Be safe." She whispered.

"Always."

He disappeared from the darkened hallway.

*Enjoy the few minutes of the show for me.*

He smirked in response.

*I'll enjoy it enough for the both of us.*

She smiled widely, humming their song under her breath as she made her way to her room. She changed into the purple day dress Malphas got her for her birthday. After changing and ensuring her hair was all right. She put her dress to soak in the laundry room before returning to the dining hall.

She looked around to see the guests had moved into a few groups. Grimsby and Irene caught her eye as she entered the room. They moved towards her. She moved towards them. They met about halfway in the room.

"Lady Frances, thank you again for protecting me."

"Yes, thank you for protecting Irene from that vulgar man." Grimsby stated, eyes darkening.

"Of course. Not a problem. I can't stand men like that. (They both nodded.) Moving on from that unpleasantness, do you mind if I ask what your favorite songs are to sing, Lady Irene?"

"Oh, that's difficult. I have quite a few. I like 'One Fine Day We'll See', 'Vissi d' arte', 'Flower Duet', 'Casta Diva', 'What a Frozen Little Hand', and 'Pour mon ame'."

Frances smiled widely in excitement. They continued talking as the evening continued. She even asked Grimsby what his favorite theatre pieces were and why. They had quite a lot in common being the music lovers they are. A quarter way into their conversation, Sebastian returned.

The hour struck eleven. Frances excused herself from Irene and Grimsby when Lau made his way towards them. She sat in the chair beside Patrick and talked with him. A light snoring could be heard.

"Oh, Sir Siemens fell asleep?" Earl Grey asked, gaining everyone's attention.

"Seems like it…" Phelps said.

"Sebastian, send him to his room. (Sebastian bowed quickly to the Young Master's order. He made his way over to the sleeping man.) I shall retire too."

"The Earl is going to sleep already?" Lau asked.

"For a child like me, it's way past bedtime."

Frances smiled in amusement. It was only an hour past his bedtime. She watched Sebastian get Siemens onto his back wishing she could help. The demon sent her his appreciation. He made his way out of the dining room, Ciel followed behind him. Tanaka held open the door for them. Ciel turned to look at them.

"Please, enjoy yourself."

Tanaka closed the door behind them. Frances saw Earl Grey watching him with a calculated look, feeling his calculation and eagerness from him.

"Want to play some billiards?" Grimsby asked.

"Sounds good." Irene said.

Most of the guests went to the game room to play billiards. Frances joined them. Lau, Ran-Mao, and Mr. Woodley went elsewhere. Grey took control of who would be on who's team. He declared Frances was to join him and Grimsby while Phelps, Irene, and Arthur were to be the opposing team. He even decided who would go first, second, and third for each team. He was rather controlling. They played several rounds. Around one o'clock in the morning, there was a loud yell. Everyone's head snapped up to the direction of the yell.

"What was that?" Grimsby asked.

"Mey-rin." Frances answered, worriedly.

"Let's check it out!" Grey exclaimed, taking off.

Frances followed after him. The others looked at one another before quickly following them. They heard Mey-rin yell again. They saw Sebastian, Bard, Finny, and Mey-rin outside a room. Mey-rin was banging on the door calling out Siemens' name repeatedly.

"What's up? What happened?" Grey asked, coming to a halt.

"What's going on, you guys?" Frances asked, standing beside Earl Grey.

Woodley, Lau, and Ran-Mao appeared from the other end of the hallway. Sebastian gently grabbed Mey-rin's arm to stop her banging. She did so, moving out of the way.

"Let's break open the door." He said.

Mey-rin took a step back to give him space. Sebastian kicked at the door. It crumbled, but didn't open. He kicked it again. This time, it flew off its hinges. They looked inside the room. There. Sitting in a plush chair in front of a fire sat Siemens. His face was towards the door, mouth open, and eyes wide. Everyone's eyes widened at the sight. A flash of lightning struck, illuminating the room and what they could see even more clearly. The white of his unseeing eyes, unnerving. Mey-rin and Irene screamed.

"Oh, Mr. Phelps!" Woodley exclaimed, catching the poor man as he fainted.

"Excuse me!" Arthur shouted, racing into the room.

Frances quickly walked over to Phelps and knelt beside him and Woodley as everyone else entered the room. She felt for his pulse which was beating evenly. He had merely passed out in shock.

"He's dead." Arthur announced.

"What?!" Woodley exclaimed, looking into the room.

"How could that happen?!" Irene asked, covering her mouth.

Frances saw the Young Master with a robe covering him, followed by Tanaka coming down the hall.

"What's with all the racket?" He demanded.

He entered the room. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Sir Siemens…"

Frances stood.

"He's all right. One of the servants will see to him." Frances told Mr. Woodley.

He nodded, placing the man carefully onto the ground. The two followed in after the Young Master. She and Sebastian exchanged a look. He turned his gaze to the Young Master. He looked back at the scene.

"Most likely the blood loss from the wound on his chest was fatal."

"A-Anyway, please don't move anything before the police arrive." Grimsby said.

"Don't you think this room is kinda hot?" Baldroy asked.

"I heated up the room beforehand… Maybe he was cold." Sebastian said.

There was silence for a moment. Everyone's emotions were rather high except for Grey, Arthur, Sebastian, Tanaka, and Ciel's. Mostly fear, panic, and disbelief. Woodley entered the room.

"Even so, corpses rot faster in heat. Even if we put out the fire now, he will rot if he stays next to the hearth." Baldroy said.

"Rot…?" Irene asked, turning pale.

Arthur looked at them.

"I think it's better if we laid him in a cold, dark place before an expert can take a look at him."

"Well then, let's move him to the cellar before the police arrive." Sebastian said. He turned to Finny who was behind him, "Finny, bring a stretcher."

Frances turned to Mey-rin.

"Mey-rin, can you go with him, please? And bring a basin with cold water and a cloth?"

"Y-Yes, Mistress."

She and Finny walked out of the room to do as they were told. Frances turned to Ciel who looked at her.

"We can't leave the poor man on the floor."

He nodded in agreement. He turned to Sebastian.

"Sebastian, take Mr. Phelps to his room."

"Yes, my lord."

Sebastian walked out of the room. Frances followed after him. They saw Finny and Mey-rin approaching them. Finny walked into the room as Mey-rin handed Frances the items she requested.

"Here you are, Mistress."

"Thank you, Mey-rin." Frances said, accepting the items.

"You're welcome."

Mey-rin went into the room again.

"Allow me, Mistress." Sebastian said, taking the items from her.

"Very well." She said.

He dipped the cloth into the cold water. He wrung it out. He placed it gently against Phelps' forehead and ran it down his cheeks. The man stirred slightly. His grey eyes fluttered open.

"Are you all right, Lord Patrick?" Frances asked.

He slowly sat up.

"W-What happened?" He asked, holding his head.

At that moment, Finny and Bard passed by them with the corpse of George Von Siemens. He paled drastically.

"I will escort you to your room." Sebastian said.

Phelps turned his gaze towards him.

"That would be best." He agreed.

The three of them stood up. Phelps swayed slightly. Frances and Sebastian reached out to catch him. He held out his hands and widened his stance, catching himself.

"I'm all right."

They lowered their arms.

"This way, please." Sebastian said, gesturing to the left of them.

Frances reentered the room when she felt Phelps' fear skyrocketed.

"I-I do not w-want to spend the night next to w-where someone died!"

The Young Master and Frances glanced at one another. There was silence for a moment.

"Very well. Allow me to escort you to another room."

Frances walked towards the Young Master as everyone spread themselves throughout the room. Grey stood near the right side of the bed, Lau and Ran-Mao near the window, Arthur and Ciel stood in front of the fireplace with Frances beside him, Tanaka stood just behind them, Mey-rin stood near the door, Woodley by the cabinet, and Irene and Grimsby near him by the bed. Sebastian returned a few minutes later. He picked up the door, placing it against the wall out of the way. He stood next to it. Another few minutes passed by when Finny and Baldroy returned. They stood behind Mey-rin.

"The police won't be showing up any time soon, I guess? Such a storm…" Lau said, pulling the curtain further back.

Rain continued to beat down on the manor.

"This mansion is as if a deserted island now. The murder might still be inside the mansion."

"What?" Irene gasped.

"Are you kidding?" Grimsby asked at the same time.

"Logically, wouldn't the killer be one of us then?" Grey asked.

Grimsby flinched back in shock. Irene covered her mouth again. Woodley's mouth dropped open.

"Why us? This isn't a show!" Grimsby cried out.

"That's right!" Woodley agreed.

"First of all, this is the first time we met with each other." Arthur said.

"Ah!" Irene gasped.

Everyone looked at her. She placed a hand under her chin in thought.

"When we arrived in this room, the door was locked, right?"

"Yeah, it was." Mey-rin said.

"So, wouldn't it be likely that someone broke in through the window, locked the door to leave time for an escape through the window again?"

"But, if you came in through this kind of rain (Grey walked to the window.) wouldn't you leave footprints? (He pressed his hand to the window, pushing against them.) The windows were locked too."

"So, someone locked it from the hallway then." Woodley stated.

"That is unlikely." Sebastian said, gaining everyone's attention, "We did not distribute the keys, but the rooms can be locked from inside. (He walked to the doorframe where the latch still remained and bent down to examine it.) There is also a latch attached to the door. The damaged metal latch seems to show the same. (He straightened, turning to the others in the room. When I broke open the door, the door was locked from the inside. In other words—"

"This is a locked room murder." Lau said.

"Preposterous! We're not in a novel." Woodley stated.

The Young Master let out a yawn.

"Indeed. The writer of such a crude locked room drama will definitely be complained. (He looked at Arthur with a small smile.) Don't you agree, Mr. Wordsmith?"

Arthur let out a gasp in realization. He turned, placing a hand to his chin in thought.

"That's right. But, if you use those…" He trailed off.

"'Those"?" Lau asked.

"Needle and thread." The Young Master clarified, "First, you jab the needle and thread into the door somewhere to hold the latch. Then you pull the thread down under the door and leave the room. Close the door and pull out the thread carefully. This is a common trick used in mystery novels. However, the criminal isn't here to write a mystery novel. It's more like he's trying to create a realistic smoke screen or something."

"Hm." Lau hummed, placing a hand to his chin, "That sure does explain the locked room murder."

"But, it also means that anyone could be the killer." Arthur said.

A few of the guests gasped. Grimsby grabbed Irene protectively who placed a hand on his chest.

"It definitely wasn't us! It must be somebody else!" Grimsby declared, looking accusingly at Woodley.

"It wasn't me either! Amongst all of us aren't you the most suspicious person? (Grimsby's face turned to one of incredulousness.) You had a fight with him over the buffet, didn't you?"

"Don't make false accusations, you old man!" Grimsby shouted.

"Now, now, you two," Lau said, waving his arms in a placating manner, "let's calm down and hear everyone's alibis, shall we? The murder happened after the deceased got back to his own room. To be precise, it was between the time when he rang the bell and the servants arrived at his room. If you have an alibi to cover that period of time, you're safe."

"Irene and I were in the billiards room." Grimsby said, calmly.

"Yes." Irene agreed.

"I was there too." Grey stated.

"So were me, Mr. Phelps, and Lady Frances (Arthur looked at Frances who gave a small nod.). None of us went out." Arthur said.

"What were you guys doing?" Ciel asked Lau.

"Hm? (Lau placed a hand on Ran-Mao's head, petting it gently.) We were drinking in the lounge with Mr. Woodley. Weren't we, Ran-Mao?"

Ran-Mao nodded.

"Yes. We were together the entire time before the commotion started." Woodley said.

"We were cleaning up the kitchen." Mey-rin spoke quickly.

Bard and Finny nodded in agreement.

"Which means that…" Grey started, looking at Ciel.

Frances had to fight back her urge to rip the man for feeling such sadistic pleasure for accusing the Young Master and being able to torment him as such. Sebastian sent her calmness, (Though, he wouldn't mind seeing her do such a thing.) it would cause trouble for them they didn't need. She instantly relaxed.

"Excuse me, dear Earl… What were you doing at that time?"

The Young Master glared at Grey. He slowly closed his eyes in acceptance.

"I was sleeping in my room."

"Do you have any proof?"

"No."

"So, you're the most suspicious person now."

"W-Wait! You can't be blaming the Young Master!" Finny cried out, distressed, "The Young Master is a kind person. He would nev—"

"Finny. That's enough." The Young Master ordered.

"But—" Finny tried to protest.

The three servants looked at the Young Master in shock.

"That's final, Finnian." The Young Master ordered sternly.

Finny hung his head, his arms hanging loosely by his side, taking a step back. Frances felt for the boy. She wanted to comfort him, but knew now was not the time. That familiar headache made itself know again as did the familiar feeling that something wasn't right regarding the name. She pushed it away as she always did.

"I would like some insurance. Let's chain the Earl with these cuffs." Earl Grey declared, excitedly, holding a long chain of cuffs.

Frances glared at the man.

"Tie him up?!" The servants asked, incredulously.

"Well, yeah. He's a murder suspect. We can't have him wandering about. Now, someone will need to stay with him." Grey explained.

"Very well, then. I shall—"

Sebastian was cut off by Grey.

"No. Not you or anyone from this household. You may try to help him escape. And you will not stay in your room, but another (He looked around at the guests. His eyes landed on Arthur. He smiled.). You'll do."

"M-Me?" Arthur asked.

"Yes. Now, let's get you two chained up."

Frances continued to glare at the man. Sebastian sent her calmness. He began to sing their song to her, calming her instantly.

"Perhaps it would be best I lock them up. As his butler, I must ready the Young Master for bed."

Grey frowned as he thought it over. After a few minutes, he let out a defeated sigh.

"Very well."

"Now that that is settled, let us head to bed. It has been quite an eventful day." Lau declared.

"Very well, then. Sebastian, Tanaka, see them to their rooms." The Young Master said.

"Yes, my lord." Both men said, bowing.

Frances excused herself to go to her room. She changed into a black nightgown and took out her hairdo. She took a deep calming breath, listening as Sebastian told the Young Master about Phelps not wanting to be in the room beside where a man died. She had to focus a little bit harder due to the rain still pelting against the manor and the thunder and lightning that sounded every now and again.

*Get some rest, my darling.* Sebastian said.

*Only until…* She trailed off, not wanting to even think about the ending of that sentence.

He began to sing their song to her as he sent her calmness. She smiled as she listened to his beautiful voice. She succumbed to sleep minutes later.

She awoke an hour later when she felt something was going to happen to Sebastian as well as the irritation, annoyance, giddiness, and excitement of a certain someone. She let out a low snarl as she sat up in bed. Sebastian mentally smirked. Smugness and pride rolling through him. He warned her just before she felt the hit on his head. She flinched then gasped and whimpered, holding her heart where Grey struck Sebastian. Frances slowly stood from her bed. She went to her closet, opened it, and pulled out a black robe and black heels. She slipped on the robe, tying it around her waist tightly. She made her way quickly yet quietly out of her room and down the hall to the kitchen. She made it without anyone seeing her. Though, most of the manor was asleep now, save for Ciel, Arthur, Earl Grey, and Siemens. Grey and Siemens were now conversing as Frances washed her hands and tied on an apron. She got started on making the meals they would need for the next two days.

*Three days.* The demon corrected her.

She tilted her head in confusion.

*Huh? Why three?*

*Someone like to take their fill.* He said in annoyance.

*Ah, true. Three days it is.*

"Good." He said, appearing in the room.

She smiled. He whipped off his tailcoat, rolled up his sleeves, put on an apron, and new gloves. The two of them worked quickly. They were nearly done when an agony filled groan was heard. Frances paused in her stirring to help cool the curry while Sebastian paused decorating the chocolate cake. Frances tilted her head, listening carefully as the two of them looked towards the direction they heard the groan come from. A few thuds and something clattering and breaking was heard. The two of them took off towards the sound. As they neared, Frances recognized the voice as Phelps. They entered the room to see Phelps on the floor at the foot of the bed, sweating profusely and shaking. He had knocked over the bedside table that held a clock. Then in the corner of her eye, she spotted something moving. Sebastian made his way over. Frances let out a gasp when she saw a grey snake. It looked familiar. Sebastian walked towards the snake, completely ignoring Phelps.

"P-Please, help me, L-Lady Frances."

Phelps' plea gained her attention. She wanted to help him, however, she didn't feel called to. She wondered if William or Grell would collect the soul. A twinge of sadness passed through her. Sebastian came towards her. He held out his hand for her.

"Come. It appears we have an unexpected guest."

She took his hand. She turned to look at Phelps as they ran out of the room using their human speed.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Nooo! Please."

She turned her gaze forward. Sebastian gave her hand a little squeeze. They made their way to the greenhouse. They paused outside the door, half under the slight awning to somewhat block them from the heavy rain. He looked at her with slightly glowing eyes.

"Stay here." He said.

She nodded.

"All right. Be careful."

He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss upon it. He looked at her through his lashes.

"Always."

She smiled. He smiled back. He lowered her hand and slowly released it. She watched him enter slowly. Her eyes widened when many snakes suddenly wrapped around his body, several biting into him. Fire and agony flowed through her as it raced through the demon. She let out a harsh gasp, her hands going to her heart. Suddenly, she too had snakes around her body and feet. She looked down to see different color snakes wrapped around her, however, they didn't bite her as they did Sebastian.

"Well, well. It's certainly been a while, Mr. Snake."

Frances' head snapped up to see Snake step into view with a familiar snake on his arm. He pointed at Sebastian.

"'Humans can't last thirty seconds if they fall prey to the venom of Queimada Island. Why won't you die?" says Webster."

She could feel his demon eyes glowing. Anger and protectiveness flowing through him. He easily pulled the snake that wrapped around his neck away.

"How could I call myself the Phantomhive butler (He dropped him on the floor.) if I couldn't endure a few drops of venom?" Sebastian asked with a smirk.

In a flash, Sebastian had tied up Snake with ropes around his wrists and ankles. Snake's eyes widened as the snakes around him hissed angrily. Frances could feel Snake's shock and surprise.

"Now, I suggest you tell your snakes to let Frances go or things will be quite unpleasant for you." He said with a fake bright smile and anger in his eyes.

Snake looked to his friends outside. He gave a small nod. The snakes holding Frances slithered off her body and down her legs. She nodded to the snakes.

"Thank you." She said.

She entered the greenhouse. She frowned as she saw Snake tied up and gagged. Sebastian had made a crate big enough for Snake and a few of his snakes. She met eyes with the demon. He sighed.

"I will add a few holes, my darling."

She smiled.

"Thank you."

Sebastian cut into the crate with his silver knife into three of the sides in the crate, making three thin slits. He put them into the crate with as many snakes as they could catch. Once they were finished, Sebastian closed the crate and placed chains onto them so Snake could not escape. He pushed the box underneath the small cloth covered table. He turned to her and wiped his forehead.

"So much to do."

She nodded. She held out her hand.

"Let's finish up then."

He smirked at her. He took her hand.

"Let's." He agreed.

They returned to the kitchen to finish up putting the cooked food in the refrigerators and Sebastian finished decorating his cake. Once the food preparations were complete and put away, Sebastian escorted her to her room. She turned to him. Her hand went to his heart, her mark, where he was stabbed. He warbled/purred loudly. His arms wrapped around her waist.

"Such a protective mate, my temptress."

She smirked. Her other hand trailed to his cheek then moved to his hair, running her fingers through it. He leaned into her touch.

"But, of course. You are mine, after all."

His smirk widened. His face leaned closer to hers.

"Indeed. I am yours as you are mine."

"Malphas." She sighed.

They leaned in, lips connecting in a passionate kiss. Their song and flames soared through them. She purred as they pressed closer together, he warbled/purred louder. They pulled away after a few minutes. Her hand trailed back to his cheek. She looked up at him through her lashes.

"Will you—"

His hands tightened on her waist.

"Of course, my darling."

She smiled. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. She pulled away to see him smiling gently.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He turned and made his way down the hall to finish his tasks. Frances closed the door to her room. She slowly undid her robe, placing it back into her closet. She went to her bed. She got under the covers and laid down, waiting and listening. Sebastian gave his orders to Baldroy and Finny then Mey-rin who stuttered asking if Frances knew. It made her laugh slightly. Sebastian made her laugh slightly harder as he got straight to the point. She smiled at the warning her gave her and Mey-rin's serious whisper of his name, the feeling of understanding strong. She listened as Sebastian made his comment about the Young Master being only cute when he's asleep, giggling then laughing as she felt poor Arthur's startlement then shock when the Young Master made his awareness known. She felt Sebastian's immense amusement as he asked if the boy wanted a lullaby, knowing the answer. She smirked at the boy's rough embarrassed anger.

*Since he won't have one, I'll listen to my demon's beautiful, talented voice allllll day and night for all eternity.*

The demon warbled/purred in pleasure.

*You are too tempting, my little minx.*

She purred loudly. Her hands tingling to reach up to caress him, but she resisted, knowing there was much he had to do.

"Sir, sorry for all the troubles." Sebastian said, quietly.

"Not at all. The Earl is only thirteen, right? It is natural for him to feel uneasy in such an incident." Arthur said, equally as quietly.

Frances could feel his protectiveness over the Young Master and couldn't help, but smile. He did say he had ten siblings and a younger brother around his age.

"You don't believe that the Young Master is the criminal?"

"No." Arthur answered seriously, "I don't think the Earl would do something like that."

"Thank you. I'm leaving the Young Master and Mistress in your hands, sir." Sebastian said, his voice sounding melancholy.

"Ah…" Arthur said, greatly confused.

Frances could feel Sebastian's smugness then irritation. Moments later, he spoke.

*Here we go, my darling.*

She took in a deep breath.

"Well then. Even for me, being stabbed is quite painful, you know…"

"I do." She whispered.

Suddenly, she felt his mischievousness. She let out a sigh at his thought of revenge. She winced as she felt him stab himself and let out a harsh gasp. She whimpered softly.

*This seems about right. I'm fine, my darling.*

Frances shook her head. He began to sing their song. She calmed instantly with a relaxed sigh. She snuggled deeper into the covers as their love flowed through them, their flames dancing with one another, even though they were apart. Sleep came to her as soon as he finished.

"Good night, my crow demon Malphas." She whispered.

"Good night, my loving mate."

The following morning, Frances was jolted awake by Finny's overwhelming emotion of grief. She sat up and rubbed her eyes tiredly. She grabbed her pocket watch to see it was ten thirty. She began to do her morning routine. She wore a dark grey dress, her hair pulled back into a braided bun. She was slipping her dark grey heels on when Mey-rin's shout of Sebastian's name echoed through the manor. She ran out her door. She saw Mr. Woodley out of his room.

"L-Lady Frances." He stuttered in greeting.

"Mr. Woodley." She greeted back.

They hurried down the corridor, down the stairs, up the other set of stairs. They saw the others enter an open door. The door of the guest room Siemens' resided in. She entered the room. She moved around the others. Her eyes zeroed in on Sebastian's body. While she knew he was alive, it was still unnerving to see the fire poker in him, his blood spilled all over the floor, and his wide eyes. Tears filled her eyes as her body trembled.

"Se-Sebastian?" She called out.

"Frances." Mey-rin whispered, sadly.

His soul stirred within him. She took tentative steps towards him. She lowered to her knees and touched where his pulse would be. She stood up and shook her head.

"No." She whispered.

She stumbled backwards, avoiding everyone until she bumped into Baldroy. He wrapped his arms around her, turning her to him. She wrapped her arms around him, burying her head into his shoulder. Sebastian growled. She sent him a glare without anyone noticing.

*Don't you dare get jealous that he is holding me. You and the Young Master wanted this to happen. (Her glare lessened as more tears filled her eyes. His jealousy dissipating instantly.) I don't like seeing you like this…"

*My precious mate.* He warbled gently.

"What happened?" Grimsby asked.

"This is terrible." Irene said, a hand covering her mouth.

"How did it end up like this?" Grey asked, sounding falsely concerned.

Frances heard Sebastian chuckle. Frances could feel Grey was confused. She would have laughed as well, but with Sebastian's bloody body in front of her, she couldn't. She did not let any tears fall though. Mey-rin and Finny were crying, Lau held his hand to his lips, eyebrows dipped in concern, Ran-Mao stood in front of him, Woodley stared in shock at the scene. She could hear the Young Master and Arthur running down the hall. She stepped out of Baldroy's hold. His hand remained on her back though.

"How are we going to tell the Young Master?" Mey-rin asked.

Baldroy and Frances looked at the doorway as the Young Master and Arthur stopped in the open doorway.

"Young… Master…" Baldroy whispered.

"Ciel…" Frances whispered at the same time.

There was silence as he stared at the body.

"Sebastian…" He whispered.

He slowly made his way into the room. Mey-rin grabbed a hold of him. Her protectiveness flowing through her.

"No way! You shouldn't get any closer!"

"Let me go!" Ciel demanded.

Finny went to help Mey-rin. His protectiveness and love overpowering his grief for a moment.

"You can't, Young Master!" Finny shouted.

Ciel continued to fight with them until he was able to push them away.

"Don't order your Master around!"

The two of them gasped. Ciel approached Sebastian's dead body.

"Sebastian, stop fooling around. Sleeping on the floor doesn't look all that comfortable to me. How long do you wanna pretend to be sleeping?"

"Young Master…" Baldroy whispered, sadness rolling of him.

Ciel placed his foot on Sebastian's body. Frances had to resist the anger that flowed through her.

"Didn't you hear me, Sebastian? I said, get up."

Sebastian still didn't move. Ciel pulled out the poker. Frances let out a sharp gasp, placing a hand on her stomach where his other wound was.

"Earl!" Arthur exclaimed.

Ciel threw the fire poker. It landed with several clatters before staying silent. Ciel grabbed the butler's tailcoat and began to shake him.

"This is an order! Sebastian! Wake up, right now!"

Ciel slapped the demon's cheek. Frances spun around as she too felt the impact from each hit. She could feel Ciel's amusement and vengefulness as well as Sebastian's admiration. Frances shook her head in exasperation.

*The things you find admirable.*

*It's rare to gain a demon's admiration.* He sent back, smugly.

She shook her head once more. She felt Baldroy's eyes on her as well as his concern. He moved towards the Young Master.

"Open your eyes!"

Ciel was about to strike again when Baldroy gently yet firmly caught his wrist.

"Young Master… (Ciel turned to look at Baldroy with wide eyes.) Give it a rest. He's… (He let go of the boy's wrist. He knelt down with his head bowed and eyes closed. Grief filling him.) dead."

"You must be kidding… Right? Are you dead, Sebastian? (Frances slowly turned back around. She could feel Ciel's amusement.) You're my butler… You're supposed to stay by my side 'til the end…"

They watched him kneel down. Frances knew he was muttering into Sebastian's ear, giving him an order.

"If we leave him here, it is going to make things worse. It'd be better if we move him quickly." Grey said, sounding remorseful, but Frances could feel his delight and smugness.

She sang their song to calm herself down.

"Yes." Baldroy whispered.

Mey-rin walked towards the Young Master and grabbed his shoulders.

"Come, Young Master." She said, softly.

"No! Let go! (Mey-rin struggled with Ciel who reached forward to grab Sebastian's pin.) How dare you leave me behind, Sebastian! Sebastian! Wake up! This is an order! This is an order!"

"Young Master!"

"It would be impossible for the confined Earl to have committed this murder, right?" Lau asked.

Frances glanced at him as Arthur looked at him. A quiet gasp escaped his lips.

"Things just got interesting…"

Arthur's eyes widened. He looked at Frances, having noticed she had turned around when the Earl began slapping the butler's face, her body shaking.

*Perhaps, they are closer than one would believe.*

He turned his gaze to the young Earl. The blond haired boy placed his suit jacket over his trembling shoulders.

"Earl…"

At the Townhouse

Prince Soma was looking out the window as the rain continued to pour. Agni stood behind him, brushing his hair.

"Even during the monsoon in Bengal, it doesn't rain this much." Soma commented, sullenly.

"Indeed." Agni agreed with a small smile.

"The sun won't show her face. The divine protection of the Goddess Vishnu has diminished too… (Agni finished putting his Master's hair into a ponytail. He walked over to grab the last article of clothing. Soma stood up.) That gives me a bad feeling. (Agni placed his vest on his Prince.) Although, we got kicked out because there were guests coming (Agni knelt down and wrapped the cloth around the boy's waist.), I can't help but be worried about Ciel and Frances."

Agni looked up at his Prince with worry. It transformed into a comforting smile. He stood up.

"Don't worry. Master Ciel and Lady Frances have Sebastian with them. (He looked out at the grey clouds. Prince Soma followed his gaze.) There's nothing to worry about."

Back at Phantomhive Manor

Agni could not have known about the terrible loss of a dear friend… Arthur was examining Sebastian's corpse. Mostly everyone stayed away from the body. Frances watched near the door. Tears still in her eyes.

"There were traces of being hit in the head. He must have been hit from behind while collecting ashes." Arthur stated.

"So it wasn't enough to kill him, so the murderer gave another blow?" Baldroy questioned, "He was stabbed with the poker."

"Does that mean the murderer kept attacking without checking whether he was already dead? Two hits would be more likely to kill him than just one." Grey commented, eerily calm with a hint of disgust.

Frances nearly growled out loud.

*Fucking bastard!* She snarled mentally at his callousness.

Sebastian's eyes almost opened in surprise. He sent her calmness as he warbled quietly. She felt the anger dissipate slowly.

"No. Maybe…" Arthur began. He turned to look at everyone, "There might be more than one attacker."

Everyone's eyes widened except for Frances, Grey, and Tanaka's. Their eyes narrowed at the statement.

"Even though he didn't die from the blow to the back of his head, why did the killer go out of his way to stab him from the front?"

"So, logically, there should be two culprits. I see…" Grey stated, cupping his chin.

"Whether there's only one culprit or two, the killer didn't show any mercy or hesitation. (Ran-Mao nodded her head.) To be able to kill that butler, the culprit must be extremely—"

"Stop it already!" Finny shouted.

Frances turned her narrowed eyes that softened into concern towards Finny. He held the Young Master protectively to his chest, tears in his eyes. So many emotions ran through him. Her eyes softened further into gentleness and sorrow for the boy.

"Why are you having this conversation in front of the Young Master?! Please consider his feelings!"

"Finny!" Mey-rin scolded. She turned and bowed to the guests, "I'm sorry."

"That's right." Grey said, rubbing the back of his head, "We shouldn't be chatting around the corpse like this… Let's move him to the basement."

"That's right. There's no point being hasty." Lau agreed with Ran-Mao nodding her head.

"It's decided then." Grey said, placing his hands behind his head in a carefree manner, a wide smile upon his face, "So, you guys are in charge of cleaning that up. (He began walking to the door. Frances glared at him. He turned back.) Oh, and the preparation for breakfast too."

Tanaka bowed as the other three wore solemn expressions, not liking how he spoke of their friend. The guests began to leave. Frances turned her attention to Ciel as he walked forward.

"They were right. Move Sebastian to the basement. I'm sorry for losing it." He said, looking off to the side at her.

"Not at all." Mey-rin assured.

"Young Master…" Finny said.

Ciel gestured with his eyes to the older servant before his gaze remained upon him. Frances took the hint.

"Tanaka (They walked towards him. Both of them stopping right in front of him.), Sebastian is dead. From now on, you're our butler. I entrust you the management of the mansion and the supervision of the servants. (Ciel held out his palm that held the Phantomhive pin reserved for butlers. Frances smiled slightly.) This pin will be returned to you also."

"The pin of the head butler… How nostalgic. Are you sure you wanna hand over such a great post to an old man like me?"

Frances smiled gently at Tanaka.

"It's just until I find a right replacement." Ciel said.

"Age is just a number, Tanaka. You have more experience running this household and can protect us should the need arise." Frances said.

Tanaka smiled at her. Ciel held out the pin.

"Certainly. I'll hold onto it firmly." He said, accepting it.

He pinned it to his suit jacket. He turned to the servants and clapped his hands twice.

"Well then, first, we'll prepare the morning bath. Mey-rin, please get the hot water ready. While the other two, please carry the hot water to the Young Master's bathroom, after moving Sebastian."

"Yes, sir." The three of them said.

They took off to do as instructed. Tanaka bowed his head to the Young Master.

"Young Master, please have some breakfast. The head of Phantomhive should not be shaken by something trivial as the death of a servant. (He looked at Frances.) You can learn a lot from Mistress. She too cares for the deceased and did not lash out. (She smiled softly and inclined her head as thanks. Tanaka gave a small smile before lowering his gaze.) Furthermore, I never once saw the Master lose his composure due to such trifles."

Ciel turned to him with a small smile though, Frances could feel his slight irritation when she was mentioned as well as the flash of pain.

"You're strict as ever, old man."

Tanaka smiled.

"As I am expected to be, Young Master. (He stood to his full height. He looked at Frances.) Mistress, please join the others in the dining room while I take care of the Young Master."

She curtsied.

"Yes, sir."

She turned to the door and exited out of the room. She made her way to the dining room where everyone was already seated. Woodley and Irene jumped at the unexpected sound. Everyone's head turned to her. She walked elegantly to the empty chair at the end of the table.

"Pardon me, everyone. The Young Master will be arriving shortly."

She sat down in her chair, pushing herself in. No one said anything, though a few nodded in acknowledgment. Poor Irene and Woodley were clearly terrified, glancing around the room and jumping at every sound. Frances could feel Grimsby was nervous yet she also felt his need to protect Irene and his love for her. She smiled softly, knowing both feelings very well.

*They make a cute couple.*

She turned her gaze to Arthur, who was nervous yet intrigued and desperate for answers. Ran-Mao and Lau were calm. Grey was confused, annoyed, and very hungry. He let out a sigh.

"I wonder when those servants will be finished, I'm famished."

"They will be along momentarily. Besides, the Young Master is not here yet. It would be considered rude of his guests to eat without the head of the house present, no?" She asked. Grey gritted his teeth, narrowing his eyes at her. She glanced away from him, "Besides, not all of us can eat with blood on our hands." She whispered so quietly that only Arthur heard her.

She glanced back at Grey, ignoring Arthur's gaze upon her. She could feel Grey's annoyance spike as well as Arthur's curiosity growing. No one said anything in the tense room. The door opened once again, revealing Tanaka holding the door open for the Young Master to walk through. He was wearing a black suit jacket with a white shirt underneath, a black crossed tie, black shoes, and black boots. He made his way to the head of the table. Tanaka bowed before closing the door, disappearing from view. The other three servants came in and began to hand out plates full of food and two of the same dishes still in their pans upon the table. When Mey-rin served her, Frances thanked her. Mey-rin nodded. Once breakfast was served, the servants stood by the wall in case they were needed for something.

"He really saved us by preparing all this properly." Ciel commented.

Frances hid a smirk.

"This smells good!" Grey exclaimed excitedly, holding up his knife and fork, "I'm gonna dig in!"

"Wait a minute." Arthur said, gaining everyone's attention. They noticed he was looking across the table at the empty seat across from him, "That seat…"

"That's weird. Everyone's here." Irene whispered. Suddenly, her eyes widened and a gasp escaped her lips as she realized who was missing, "Sir Phelps is not here."

"He's always so inconspicuous, I didn't notice at all." Grimsby said.

"Looks like he overslept a little too much." Woodley laughed.

Arthur stood from his seat, yet again gaining their attention.

"Shall we… take a look in his room?" He asked, looking over all of them.

Ciel's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Frances sent him a light glare. Her eyes shifting to the side quickly to indicate they should go. His gaze softened to recognition and she felt the wonder from him.

"Very well." Ciel said, standing from his chair.

They began to make their way through the manor, quickly running.

"Where is Sir Phelps?" Arthur asked.

"He's not staying next to Siemens anymore. He should be sleeping in my bedroom." Ciel answered.

Ciel and Frances led them to Ciel's room.

"Mr. Phelps! Mr. Phelps! If you're in there, please answer me!" Arthur called, frantically knocking on the door. When there was no answer, he tried the handle, but it was locked. He turned to Ciel, "Earl, where's the key?"

Ciel looked away.

"Sebastian took care of the key to my room. (He looked back at Arthur.) No one knows where he kept it. Since he's dead, even I have no idea where—"

"Stay back." Grey's voice cut him off.

Everyone turned to see him with a plate in one hand, sword in the other, and a fork in his mouth. Frances' eyes widened.

"Get down!" She yelled, pulling the Young Master and Arthur down.

The others moved away as Grey waved his sword cutting into the door. It broke into chunks, falling off it's hinges in a loud burst.

"We need to be quick. Dessert is the main dish of the day." Grey spoke around his fork nonchalantly.

Frances stood up and stalked towards him angrily and quickly until she was right in his face. She glared at him fiercely.

"You stupid bastard! You could have hurt someone! Stop thinking about your stomach and think about others for once in your life!"

She turned on her heel to see the others had already run inside the room. She could feel Grey's awe, surprise, confusion, and… desire. Sebastian and Frances released a dark growl within her mind. She and Grey entered the room as she heard Ciel ask,

"Why?"

His eyes met hers. She sent him a look that said this would be explained later. He gave her a subtle nod. Phelps had almost made it to the door. Frances admired his strength to live.

"He has been dead for quite a while. He has no external injuries like the other two though… (Arthur looked carefully and could see something peeking out of his collar. He pulled his collar down.) There's a wound on his neck like he was stabbed by something! Perhaps… a needle? (He looked up at everyone.) He might have been poisoned."

"Wow! The Earl lives in such a nice room!" Lau exclaimed from the armoire.

Frances shook her head. Of course Lau wouldn't take this seriously. Ciel stomped over to the door that led to it. She could feel his exasperation and annoyance.

"Don't just simply search people's rooms as you please!"

"Oh, you kept the clothes I gave you? Even after all this time?" Lau laughed.

"How could that be possible?!"

Frances looked away, slightly chagrined. That was her fault. They had survived the fire and she found them pretty and it made her laugh as she realized they were from the night of the ball he had to go undercover as a lady, so she kept them. Lau clearly ignored him.

"This wound…" Arthur murmured. Frances and Ciel turned to look at him, "It resembles a kind of bite mark…"

"A bite mark in the neck…" Irene whispered, "It sounds just like Carmilla."

"Carmilla, the Vampire by Le Fanu?" Ciel asked.

"Oh, you know about it?"

"You're saying this guy's been killed by a vampire? Don't be ridiculous! It's already the nineteenth century! (Arthur stood. He walked towards the knocked over bedside table.) It's impossible for such kind of occult and unscientific nonsense to happen right now!" Woodley cried.

Frances smirked. Vampires actually were real. It was one of the first of many questions she asked as a young child to one of the supernatural creatures she encountered, though she didn't remember who…

"The world is full of mysteries. The impossible may be possible, even now." Frances said, mysteriously.

Some stared at her incredulously while others stared at her in surprise.

"Two thirty-eight…" Arthur muttered, once again gaining their attention, "I guess it probably fell down when he was struggling. The clock stopped when it fell."

Ciel walked up to him.

"So, in other words, Mr. Phelps died around two thirty-eight a.m.?" He asked.

"Yes." Arthur confirmed, picking up the clock. He stood to his full height then turned to everyone in the room, "Let's sort out the situation. Who is being murdered… Who might be the killer…"

"That's right. Tanaka, please escort them to the reception room."

"Yes, my lord." Tanaka agreed.

He led them to the reception room where everyone settled into couches and upholstered chairs. The Young Master sat in the head chair, Frances sat to his right with Arthur next to her, Lau sat across from the Young Master with Ran-Mao in his lap. On the other couch, Woodley sat across Frances with Grimsby and Irene beside him. A long brown table sat between the chairs and couches. The servants finished setting up tea and delicious pastries. Once they were all settled, Arthur began his observations.

"According to testimonies, the first victim was Lord Siemens. Time of death was around ten past one this morning. The second victim was Phelps. Time of death was around thirty-eight minutes past two this morning. And the last victim was Sebastian."

Frances couldn't help, but smile in awe at the man.

*He would make a wonderful detective. If writing doesn't work out, he could most certainly do that. He is calm, cool, and collected. However, I feel he may continue to write.*

She did not know why, but her intuition was rarely wrong. In fact, it was stronger now that she was a half demon.

"The butler was the last victim, huh?" Lau asked.

"Yes." Arthur confirmed.

Finny raised his hand.

"We saw Sebastian in the midnight."

"It was around two fifty." Baldroy said with a curt nod.

"What were you guys doing at that time?" The Young Master asked.

"He came to me to confirm the food stock. And he instructed this guy to clean the hearths." Baldroy said.

"He asked me to send out a messenger owl this morning." Mey-rin said.

"An owl?" The Young Master asked.

"As opposed to pigeons, owls can fly through a storm. This is really his way of working." Baldroy explained.

"What was in the letter?" Grey asked.

Mey-rin turned to him.

"I didn't look at it." She said.

"He might be sending a letter to the police." Arthur suggested.

"That's true." Frances spoke up, "The phone wouldn't be able to connect due to the storm."

Grey narrowed his eyes at her. Arthur continued writing in his notebook.

"To put all the alibies in a simple chart… (He held up the finished product. There was a list of names on the left side of the page with those who were murdered at the top along with the time they were murdered. There were 'X's and 'O's in the columns of the deceased.) So, the only person who can kill Lord Siemens was Earl Phantomhive (An 'O' was placed by Ciel's name, 'X's were underneath it for everyone else in the manor.) And the only person who can kill Mr. Phelps is Sebastian who holds the key to the Earl's room. While the suspect to Sebastian's murder… Everyone else except for the Earl and I might be the killer. (Frances wanted to protest loudly that she would never kill Sebastian and the anger and disbelief from the servants fueled her as well. However, she swallowed it down and sang hers and Sebastian's song through her head. She felt him sending her calmness and instantly relaxed.) In other words, it is impossible for one single person to commit all these murders."

Everyone was shocked except for Ciel and Frances. The two of them taking a sip of their tea.

"Then… How is that possible…?" Grimsby whispered.

Frances felt Woodley's fear snap. She watched him closely.

"Enough… I've had enough! (He turned to the couple next to him.) If it's impossible for a person to do that, the murders should be a pair."

Grimsby stood up, angry at being accused.

"Are you kidding?! (Irene wrapped her arms around his torso, urgency rushing through her.) There's a murderer among us, in a tight-confined room!"

"Calm down, Grimsby!" Irene pleaded.

"Yeah." Arthur said, holding up his hands in a nervous gesture, "It is only a speculation that there might be two murderers."

Woodley slammed his fists against the table.

"Shut up! (He stood up from his seat.) I can't stand staying in this place anymore!"

"Where are you going?" Ciel asked, calmly. Woodley looked at him, "Under these circumstances, I'd like you to refrain from acting on your own."

"Acting on my own? You're the one that's…" Woodley trailed off.

"That's what?" Ciel asked, looking at him calmly despite the smugness and humor Frances could feel from him.

"I-I know! It was really you who planned this all along, isn't it?! You're the Queen's Watch Dog!"

"Woodley…" Ciel said in a low warning tone. Woodley flinched back slightly, "I'm telling you to sit down. So, sit down already."

That was the breaking point for Woodley. Frances' eyes widened as he pulled back his fist.

"No!" Frances shouted at the same time as Woodley yelled, "DON'T YOU DARE ORDER ME AROUND!"

"Earl!" Arthur called out.

Everything happened simultaneously: Frances raced in front of Ciel while Tanaka grabbed Woodley's arm and flipped him over so he landed on his back. Most of the guests gasped in shock. Tanaka quickly flipped him over again so he laid on his stomach. Frances, realizing he had him under control, went back to her seat and sat down.

"Excuse me, Sir Woodley, whoever means any harm against the Mistress or the Young Master in this mansion, no matter who they are, (He pressed firmly on his shoulder causing a pained cry to escape the man.) our servants will not have any mercy on them. Please, behave yourself." Tanaka smiled.

"What the hell is with this place? Damnit!" Woodley exclaimed.

"What is the move he used just now? I didn't see him move at all." Arthur whispered in awe.

Lau turned to him.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's Japanese Baritsu."

Arthur turned to him.

"Baritsu? (He suddenly invaded Lau's personal space. Excitement and eagerness flowed through him. Frances suppressed the urge to smile, finding his excitement cute. Malphas growled in her mind. She sent him calmness.) Sorry, could you please tell me more about this Baritsu?"

Woodley clicked his tongue in annoyance yet they knew he was reluctantly agreeing.

"Well then. (The Young Master placed his cup down. He intwined his fingers, placing them under his chin.) Right now, the only one who really couldn't have been the criminal is Mr. Wordsmith in charge of deciding our actions from now on."

"Me?" Arthur asked, pointing at himself in surprise.

"Yes." Ciel said, looking at him. He turned his gaze to everyone else, "Any objection?"

"That's true. If it's this man…" Grimsby said, looking at Arthur before returning his gaze to Ciel.

"We have no objection." Irene finished for him.

"Then it's decided. There's plenty of time 'til the storm subsides. Let's corner this criminal. (A smile filled the boy's face.) Right, Mr. Wordsmith?"

"Earl?" Arthur asked, stunned, confused, and intrigued.

"Yes?"

"No, nothing…"

Frances glanced at him as she felt the emotions from him.

All was silent for a few minutes to allow Arthur to gather his thoughts.

"Sir." Ciel called.

Arthur looked up from his notebook.

"Yes?"

"Would you like to give us some instructions?"

"Oh. Well then (He cleared his throat.), would you mind guiding us through the mansion?"

"Sure. But, may I ask why?"

"To be safe, I would like to find the key to the Earl's room which was held by Sebastian."

Frances felt his urgency. As they decided who would go, she was asked to stay in the room as well. She shook her head.

"I'd like to go, please."

If she needed to, she could create a diversion so Sebastian can get to the room in time. The demon sent her thanks before being overridden by cuteness. Ciel nodded.

"Very well."

Arthur nodded.

"All right."

Baldroy and Finny led the way followed by Ciel and Arthur then Frances and Grey. In the hallway, his adoration was at an all time high.

*Could this be my silver lining? (Frances turned her face away to hide the fact that she was trying not to laugh.) No, my silver lining appeared three years ago in the form of a beautiful, strong, courageous soul by the name of Frances.*

She smiled.

*That's so sweet. You know, I don't mind you having all those kitties, however, the Young Master will. (She paused a moment, feeling his pout slightly. She smiled.) You better hurry to put them in your room. We are almost to the doors of the stairway to the basement.*

His happiness and overwhelming adoration filled him again. He quickened his pace. She let out a small cough as they opened the door to the dark staircase. Baldroy grabbed a lamp that sat on a hook beside the door. They began making their way down the stairs. A quarter of the way, Arthur spoke,

"This place has the kind of atmosphere where one might expect a ghost popping up suddenly…"

Frances heard the demon say,

"Here! Get inside!"

She mentally giggled.

"Cut it out, please!" Grey cried out. He clutched onto Frances. Sebastian and Frances let out matching growls of irritation within their minds, "There's no way there'd be a ghost! I don't believe in such things!"

"Can you walk on your own then, please?" Frances asked, tensely.

He released her arm as he stared at her wide-eyed.

"I thought you might be scared, that's why I—"

"We're here, folks." Baldroy called from the bottom of the stairs.

"I find the supernatural fascinating and not frightening. If you do not believe they exist, then why are you so afraid?" She asked.

She moved past the others very slowly. The others followed behind her at the same pace. The second her foot connected to the last step was when Sebastian sent her confirmation that he was now in the room again. She could feel the shock from Grey yet again. Baldroy slowly opened the door. She nodded.

"Thank you." She said.

She entered the room. Her eyes lingered on Sebastian's body as the others entered the room behind her.

"Excuse me." Arthur said, pulling some gloves from his inner coat pocket.

He moved over to Sebastian and knelt down next to him. He pulled the sheet back, revealing Sebastian's face.

"He's wet?!"

Baldroy looked up at the ceiling. The others turned their attention to him when he spoke,

"Looks like there's a leak in the roof."

"Poor, Sebastian! Let's move him to somewhere else!" Finny exclaimed, disturbed that he was being leaked on.

"You're right." Arthur said, glancing at Finny from Sebastian's side, "If he's wet, his body will decay faster as well…"

Frances looked at Finny with concern as he muttered the word, "De…cay…" brokenly.

Frances knew Arthur meant no harm by the words. That he was merely stating facts, however, it was hurting Finny. She could feel his protective side growing with each word as Arthur spoke of how difficult it would be to remove his clothes. She stepped in front of Finny.

"Finny, hey." She whispered calmly, gently taking his hands into her own.

He looked at her with wide-eyed distress. She gently squeezed his hands.

"I know this is difficult. (Baldroy glanced at the two of them. She could also feel Grey's eyes on her and feel Sebastian listening intently.) But, they have to do this for Sebastian. He would want us to do everything in our power to assist the Young Master, right?"

His grip tightened on her hands. She didn't dare wince even though it hurt. Sebastian growled lowly, but refrained from saying anything.

"I know! I know! I'm sorry." He said, hanging his head.

"Finny. Look at me." She said in a motherly tone.

He did so. She could see the tears in his eyes.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Love is a powerful thing. But, we need to let them do their work, okay?"

He nodded, throwing his arms around her. She hugged him back. Baldroy placed a hand on each of their shoulders. They looked up at him. She gave him a small smile. He gave a small one back. After a moment, Finny pulled away. Frances gave him a small smile. She ran her hand through his hair before moving to stand next to him. She turned her gaze downward as she felt Ciel's amusement and Sebastian's great discomfort as they began to almost fully undress him (They thankfully didn't remove his undergarments.). She was both amused and protective. She had to fight not to growl at everyone for seeing him in such a state. She calmed once they started putting his clothes back on.

"It's not here, huh." Ciel stated.

Arthur finished buttoning his shirt.

"Could it be… in his bedroom?" He asked.

"Let's go and take a look." Ciel said.

They all walked out of the doorway and into the hall. They made it to his room. Ciel opened the door.

"This is Sebastian's room."

They all entered. Frances looked at his desk and hid the sadness she felt. She knew he would hide the gifts she gave him as he told her one night before they went to sleep, however, it still slightly stung. She pushed the feeling away. Sebastian felt his mate's sadness. He sent her reassurance and love to her.

*I'll put them all back once our guests leave, my love.*

She sent him a smile.

*I know. I'm-*

*As you told Finny, love is a powerful thing. You have nothing to apologize for.*

Her smile widened as she felt their flames flicker stronger.

*I love you, my crow demon.*

*I love you, my precious hybrid.*

"It's pretty spacious." Arthur commented.

"That's because he's a senior servant." Baldroy explained.

"Can you guys think of a place where he might have hidden the key?" Ciel asked Finny and Baldroy.

"Actually, this is our first time being here…" Baldroy admits.

"I've only been in here twice since I gave him this room." Ciel said.

"In any case, let's search in places one might keep valuables." Grey said.

They all nodded.

"Yes." She and Finny agreed.

They all began to search. Frances and Ciel looked through his desk, Baldroy looked around the fireplace, Grey looked through the dresser, and Finny helped Arthur looked around the bed. Frances watched Ciel turn to look at the armoire. He moved towards it. She turned to face it, suppressing yet failing to hide the wide amused smile on her lips. He opened the door. She felt his surprise. Suddenly, the door burst open with lots of loud meows. Ciel let out a surprised yell.

"What's wrong?! (Arthur and the others turned to see…) Cats?!" Arthur exclaimed.

The cats leapt onto the furniture as well as the beings in the room. The two black cats made a beeline for Frances. She laughed as she scooped them into her arms, gently hugging them.

"He hid these cats from me?! (Frances let out another laugh at Ciel's irritation. His gaze snapped to hers.) Did you know about this, Frances?!"

Frances lifted the two cats in her arms up slightly higher.

"Only about these two for sure."

She felt Sebastian's smug smirk.

"These kitties are so cute!" Finny exclaimed, holding another black cat in his hands.

Ciel let out a harsh sneeze. Frances and Finny looked over at him in concern.

"Young Master?" Finny asked.

His poor cheeks and nose were turning red.

"Don't come near me while carrying those things! My allergies…"

Frances placed the two cats she held down onto the bed. They meowed at her. She patted them on the head as Finny held out the cat he was holding towards the Young Master.

"What happened?" He asked.

Frances dusted off her hands and smoothed out her dress, ensuring there was no cat fur on her as she made her way to the Young Master. She placed a hand on his back.

"Young Master, let's get you out of here."

He nodded. He covered another loud sneeze. She led him out of the room and out the door while the others continued to search. They stood in the hallway. Frances pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to him.

"Thank you." He said, accepting it.

He blew his nose. Once he got his sneezing under control, he glared at her.

"You truly didn't know about the other cats? I thought you can feel things from him." He said, keeping his voice low as he raised an eyebrow.

"I can. I felt his overwhelming adoration, so I assumed it involved cats, however, I was not expecting that many. They probably came from the forest seeking shelter from the storm."

"Hmph." He said, still displeased. He let out a sigh, "There's nothing for it now. Let's head back." He said, pulling a clean handkerchief from his pocket, covering his nose.

They walked back into Sebastian's room. Ciel threw the used handkerchief into Sebastian's waste basket.

"He doesn't really have any personal belongings. Where did he come from?" Grey asked, pulling out a cat toy from the bottom drawer and waving it around.

"Who knows…" Baldroy answered, turning to face him, "None of us know his personal life. The only thing we know is that he was the perfect butler of the Phantomhives."

"Perhaps the Young Master or Mistress know something, but…" Finny trailed off.

"I don't know anything either." Ciel stated. The three of them turned their attention to him, "Where he came from, what Master he served before or what he had been doing in the past… I never had any interest in it. It was fine with me. Back then, anyone was fine. As long as they would be devoted to me and grant me my wishes."

"Back then?" Grey asked, intrigued.

Ciel stared at him silently. Frances spoke up.

"I know he has always traveled light (Grey's eyes moved to hers. She shrugged slightly.). He's never liked clutter which explains why his room is so bare. He loves cats and is a perfectionist in all that he does."

She smiled. She could feel Sebastian's smirk. Grey continued to stare at her. She could feel his intrigue and irritation regarding Sebastian. Arthur turned to them before anything else could be said about Sebastian.

"If we can't find it after all this, it's probably not here."

"All right." Frances said.

"We should still try to look for it. Maybe someone took it off him? We should look through the others' rooms to ensure they don't have the key, but… I don't think anyone would agree to such a suggestion…" Arthur stated, nervously.

"I guess we have no choice. We can always force them if they show any reluctance." Grey said, smirking deviously.

Frances glared at the man. She felt Arthur's reluctance and even Ciel's irritation and concern for the man's mental health.

"That's not really—" Arthur tried to speak up.

"Come, come! Let's go force them to show us their belongings!" Grey cheered, practically skipping to the door.

Frances clenched her fists as she began to sing her calming song followed by hers and Sebastian's song. They followed Grey out back to the reception area.

"That guy makes my blood boil." Baldroy muttered quietly.

"Yeah. Me too." Frances said, quietly. Louder she said, "We don't need force, only a calm voice of reason to explain why and what we are looking for in each guests' rooms. Ladies should look in other ladies' rooms for privacy reasons."

Grey grumbled in irritation. Frances mentally smirked. Arthur looked at her in slight awe.

"Thank you, Lady Frances." He said.

She turned her head slightly to look at him from the corner of her eye. She nodded.

"You're welcome."

She looked forward again. They continued the rest of the way in silence.

Once they reached the reception room, Baldroy stepped forward and opened the door for them. Grey passed through first followed by Frances (Who thanked him. He slightly smiled at her.) then Ciel then Arthur followed by Finny. Baldroy stepped through the doorway, closing the door behind himself. Arthur stepped forward.

"We did not find the key, so we must look elsewhere. In other words, in order to make sure none of you hold the key to the Earl's room, we're going to check everyone's room and your luggage. Any objections? The women's luggage will be checked by another woman to maintain privacy."

"I understand. If a woman is checking my luggage." Irene agreed.

"Go ahead." Lau said.

"Do as you please." Woodley grumbled.

Once everyone agreed, the men went off in one direction while the ladies went off in another. They reached Frances' room first, followed by Ran-Mao (Not that she used it.), and now they were in Irene's room. Frances began to search.

"Oh my, this is so embarrassing." Irene said, capturing her attention. She was looking at Mey-rin. Frances followed her gaze to a double portrait of her and Grimsby, "I brought it with me."

"I hadn't heard you were lovers, so I was surprised yesterday." Mey-rin said.

"I'm sorry. We are twelve years apart, so I never talk about it in public." Irene said, blushing.

Frances and Mey-rin wore looks of awe as they looked at her.

"Wow!"

"Twelve years?! It doesn't look like that at all though!"

"Oh, thank you!"

Frances could feel Mey-rin's jealousy as she spun back around to the closet. Frances walked over to the nightstand. She felt Mey-rin's panic followed by Irene's disbelief.

"You shouldn't put that on your head!" Irene cried.

Frances turned around to see Ran-Mao with some… undergarments on her head like a hat. Frances stared at her incredulously as Mey-rin raced forward.

"Miss Ran-Mao! What are you doing?!"

Frances stepped forward as Mey-rin coerced Ran-Mao to releasing the undergarments.

"Forgive her, Irene." Frances spoke. Irene looked at her with wide eyes. Frances lowered her voice, "I don't believe she's seen proper undergarments."

Irene nodded.

"Let's head back to the men. We didn't find anything here." Frances declared.

They nodded. They walked out the door and returned to the reception room. Arthur looked at them when they came in. Frances shook her head.

"We didn't find it."

"So, it wasn't there either."

"Sebastian might have hidden it somewhere else." Ciel suggested.

Frances, Ran-Mao, and Irene sat in their respective seats while Mey-rin went over by the other servants.

"Or the killer could have thrown it out the window. (Frances felt a sudden rush of determination.) It's impossible to find such a small item in such a storm."

Mey-rin and Finny stepped forward.

"Excuse me." Finny called. Everyone looked at him, "I'm going to search outside!"

"I'm going too!" Mey-rin proclaimed.

"We can really get some clue towards the killer from the key? Even so—"

"I want to solve this case! I'm dumb. I can't find the killer by thinking it over like the Young Master and Mistress. But, if it's the key, I might be able to find it."

Finny and Mey-rin nodded to one another. They raced out of the room.

"Hey, you two!" Baldroy tried to stop them. He turned to the Young Master, "Excuse me. I'll go after them."

Baldroy took off after them. Frances smiled at their determination and devotion for Sebastian. She stood and made her way to the window. It was louder standing so close to it, however, she ignored it, watching the servants. She could feel them reminiscing, their feeling of love and safety, of happiness and freedom. She smiled as tears filled her eyes.

*You have so many people that care for you, my demon.* She sent to him.

*If they knew exactly what I am, they would feel differently towards me.* He sent back.

*I don't think they would. They may become wary, but they'd find you the same.*

He snickered, clearly amused. Frances blinked back her tears when Ciel made his way beside her, also watching the servants. They saw Tanaka walk out with an umbrella. A few minutes later, they walked back into the manor.

"Where are you going?" Arthur asked.

They turned to see Grimsby standing from his seat.

"I'm going to pick up some work stuff. The deadline of the script submission is getting near. I'll be back in a sec." Grimsby explained.

He turned to leave. Arthur's voice stopped him yet again.

"Please wait. (Grimsby turned back to him.) It's safest to move in groups since we still don't know who's the killer and to prevent more crimes."

"If the killer is amongst us, that's the best action to be taken. Though only if he is…" Lau stated, mysteriously.

Frances and Ciel stepped closer to the group.

"What do you mean by that?" Grimsby asked.

"Nothing in particular." Lau responded.

Frances nearly rolled her eyes at his vague response. She truly disliked this man. Sebastian's calmness reached her, soothing her. She let out a quiet exhale.

"If he's not amongst us, where is the killer then?" Grey asked.

"You mean the killer is hiding outside and watching us from afar?" Irene asked.

"Even so, isn't it impossible for that person to create a locked room and run around in the storm without leaving footprints?" Ciel asked.

"Your unlikely might turn likely if there's a thirteenth person." Lau said, opening his eyes.

"Nonsense! That's impossible!" Woodley exclaimed.

"Are you sure? The one thing that doesn't exist in their world is definite. If somebody is hiding somewhere in the mansion, waiting for a chance to attack… That person might be appearing soon."

Ciel had walked back to the window. Frances sat back down in her seat.

"Hmph! How could it be possible?!" Woodley asked again.

"Young Master! Mistress!" Baldroy shouted.

He and Finny burst through the doors. Everyone turned to look at them.

"We caught a suspicious looking guy! (The guests gasped. Baldroy and Finny turned their heads back.) Get in!" Baldroy ordered.

A man walked in soaking wet and tied up. He wore a black jacket with a black suit, a white button up shirt with a black bow tie. His face was weathered and black hair slicked back. Frances blinked in surprise. She did not like this look for him.

"What… He was real?! Where on Earth was he hiding?!" Grey asked.

"You're…" Ciel muttered.

"What is happening?! So, he's the killer?" Woodley asked.

"To think (Lau stood up.) the thirteenth guest would show up this soon… I'm a little surprise. (Lau walked over to "the mysterious man" and placed a hand on his shoulder.) So, who are you again?"

"This again?" Ciel asked, exasperated.

Frances did roll her eyes this time. The man looked over at Ciel.

"My name?" He asked.

Frances felt Ciel's irritation then focus.

"It has been a while, Jeremy." Ciel greeted.

"Indeed, it has." Frances agreed.

"Earl, my Lady, is this old guy a friend of yours?"

Frances instantly felt Sebastian's irritation. She only allowed a tiny smile of amusement as Sebastian looked at Lau incredulously.

"Old guy?"

"Y-Yeah… (Ciel walked up to him. Lau returned to his seat.) He is Father Jeremy Rathbone. (Everyone stared at Jeremy in shock.) He is a popular advisor to the local church and somewhat of a famous person."

Frances mentally laughed. Jeremy inclined his head.

"Please, just call me Jeremy." He smiled.