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Many things stalked the dirty streets of London in the dead of night: filthy whores lingering at the entrance of grimy alleyways, preying on men looking for a cheep fuck. Gangs loitered around the empty roads, waiting for some loner to take the piss out of. Old drunks -thirty odd years old and only the whores would touch them- staggered across the streets, some falling over while some –the young ones with the charming features and lots of money- had merciful friends that kept them upright.
On this particular night, however, something much more sinister lingered in the dark confinements of the shadows. It was this creature that was responsible for seven brutal murders, three girls in their late teens and five boys of a similar age range all with their necks torn an the blood drained form their bodies. There had been no sign of a struggle that Scotland Yard could make out, nor any pattern to whom, when and where. The bodies had been found in the oddest of places; on rooftops of houses or in the backs of carriages and carts. The only connection between the victims was that they were all beautiful and wealthy but police could rule out thieves and pickpockets being the killers since each victim still had money in their pockets and their jewellery still intact.
It was because of the peculiarity of the case that Queen Victoria felt obliged to have her Guard Dog look into it and this was why Ciel Phantomhive and his trusted demon butler, Sebastian Michaelis were wondering the streets of London that specific night. Neither knew exactly what they were up against, what creature they were hunting -in fact the case baffled Sebastian too- but Ciel knew he was safe with Sebastian. Their simple contract had developed into an understanding of sorts, a friendship if you will but awkward silences had been bubbling between them as of late. Strange; the young master was never usually tongue-tied.
Sebastian's eyes wondered around, each sense heightened to its fullest as he kept on edge, ready to protect his master should he need to. He found he cared a great deal for the boy, he needed to protect him and not because of the contract but because he wanted to. He wanted to keep Ciel safe and happy and to take away all the troubles that tangled the young earl's mind but, for all his powers, he couldn't even do that much. What a pathetic butler he was.
"You're a pretty one." Said an unfamiliar voice and Sebastian turned to find a whore with her filthy hands on his young master. "I could just eat you up."
"Excuse me, Ma'am," Sebastian said coolly. "The young master is on business here. He doesn't need distractions."
The whore hissed at him, here pleasant brown eyes flashing red as fangs extended from her gums. Ah, she was a lower class demon: a vampire.
Sebastian froze for a moment in surprise and, in that moment, the woman took his young master.
"Ciel!"
It was raining by now, with thunder shaking the heavens and lightening ripping across the sky. Under the bell of an abandoned church, Ciel lay in the arms of the creature that had taken him. Her mouth was at his throat, her fangs piercing skin and blood pooled in her mouth as she sucked the red substance from the lily white neck of the weak young lord.
"What do you want with me, you beast?" the boy demanded without even the faintest hints of fear in his hoarse, frail voice.
"Oh, I like you." The woman chuckled as she withdrew, "and my name is Hannah. You know, I think I'll keep you, little one. You remind me of a kitten, a little angry kitten." She resumed drinking from the young earl until he became completely limp in her arms. Turning him around, the vampire made a slit in her neck, "Drink."
"No." Ciel whispered defiantly.
"Drink if you want to live."
Ciel wasn't sure if he wanted to live or not but survival instinct kicked in and he began to replace the blood he'd lost with the blood offered to him. Once his feeble heart began pumping vampiric blood through his system, pain exploded through him as his body began to change. Hannah laid the boy on the cold wooden floor as the young one writhed in pain.
This was how Sebastian found them.
Hannah laughed. "Sebastian is it?" she taunted. "You're already too late. In a matter of moments the boy will be like me and you will be left as an eternal slave to a bloodthirsty brat."
Sebastian snarled and lunged at the silver haired bitch. They clashed together in a jumbled heap of claws, fangs and blood. Skin ripped apart and eyes flashed red, screams tore through the night and Sebastian reined victorious.
"Young Master," he said softly as he picked up the thrashing bundle.
"Sebastian," the younger sobbed. "Make it stop! Please make it stop!"
Sebastian froze for a split second, shocked. He had never heard his master beg before.
"Seb-...Sebastian..."
The demon held his young master close as the young one was carried home, Sebastian's hand burning with the order he couldn't follow. With all his powers, he couldn't stop his master's pain. He truly was a pathetic butler.
Ciel was lain out on his bed as the change finally came to an end. Sebastian sat beside him, propped up against the headboard. "Sebastian." Ciel whispered. "I'm so thirsty." He crawled onto the elder as his new instincts lead him to what he wanted, what he needed. "Sebastian."
The elder didn't move as Ciel straddled him and leaned in slowly. It seemed forever before Ciel's mouth found Sebastian's neck and the young one bit down. A sharp intake of breath was Sebastian's only response as the young vampire began to drink from him. All Sebastian could do was stroke the younger's hair and murmur to him sweetly as Ciel drank.