Thunder crashed in the late night storm while two figures dashed through the rain, small droplets of dew dripping onto their cloaks.
The more masculine figure held in his hand a suitcase of sorts, the feminine figure clutching her cloak close to her, preventing the drops of rain from hitting her luscious light blonde locks. Together the came to a mansion.
Sharing a quick look and a hushed word, the masculine figure knocked on the door. They were greeted by a butler in black with tiny spectacles. "May I help you?" He said. The man with the suit case spoke, "My lady and I require lodgings for the night. We were travelling when the storm hit."
A young blonde boy, about thirteen years of age- maybe a bit older, poked his head out from behind the butler, a grin on his face. "Hello!" His gaze fell upon the pair. He suddenly scowled, "Your just so filthy! You look just like drowned rats! Haha!"
The woman held back a shudder as the young boy draped his arms around her, "But still... you do smell rather nice, so what's your name? Hmm?" Neither man nor woman uttered a word. The child turned to his butler, "This man and woman will be staying with us, understood Claude?" The butler said nothing, but as lightning clashed, his golden eyes flashed demonically.
The man and woman were seated at the dinner table, the young boy, Alois Trancy- holding up food and rambling. "Try this one! Claude's cooking is simply delicious!" The man spoke, "Yes I am sure it is quite nice, however, please observe the speck of sauce on the rim of the plate. I assume it would have been to great an inconvenience to wipe it away with a cloth?"
Claude bowed, "My apologies sir. I'll clear this away." Claude took the plate, pausing about a mere millimeter from the two guests. "I didn't realize a man nor woman that refuse to discard their coats such as yourselves, would have such delicate sensibilities." The woman spoke softly, "Please, you flatter us."
Not long after, the couple were in a guest room, the man sitting upright on the bed, the woman curled atop the covers seemingly asleep. A knock at the door made the man look up as the maid, a woman with lilac colored hair entered. "Please pardon me sir, I've brought some hot water."
The man frowned. "May I ask why there is a bandage over your eye?" The maid paused, averting her gaze. "It's nothing," She said at last. The man hummed thoughtfully, "I am impressed you can still work." The maid said nothing.
"Hannah."
A gasp from the maid at her master's voice. "What are you doing in here?" Hannah, the maid, trembled, the old pitcher of water in her hands. "I- I came to change the water."
"Oh?" Alois Trancy said walking over, a disapproving look upon his face. "Or perhaps you were seeking pity over wearing that silly bandage and acting pathetic for our guest." The pitcher fell to the floor, shattering on the carpet. "Get out of here now you stupid tart!" Alois flung the woman to the floor, kicking her for good measure.
As Hannah scrambled towards the door, Alois's glare remained trained on her. But as the door closed shut behind her, his glare softened and he looked at the man. "Very sorry sir, please forgive her." The man spoke, "Are you certain she'll be alright?" Alois scoffed, "I don't care, she's such an embarrassment. What was she thinking anyways?" Trancy sighed, "Well, for that matter I suppose I don't often know what anyone is thinking."
Alois brightened a moment later, racing over to the large suitcase beside the man. "So- what's in that trunk of yours? Clothing? Sweets? Weapons?" Alois sighed, "I'm jealous of you- I bet you've travelled to all sorts of fine places don't you? I wish that I could travel sometimes. This mansion is so dull." The man chuckled, "Its dull?"
Alois looked up at him with interest. "But I have been told something interesting lies under this mansion." Alois grinned, "Yes like what?!" The man spoke once more, "We can strike a bargain- show it to me and I'll show you what's in this trunk." Alois giggled, pawing at the piece of luggage. The small smirk on the cloaked man's face turned into a frown as the boy giggled.
Alois lead him down to the cellar, a candelabra in his hand. "Just follow me." Alois and the man walked down the cellar stairs in silence. "There, that's it." Alois followed the man's gaze to a tea shelf, a box labeled, 'New Moon Drop' stood out amongst the rest. Trancy picked it up, albeit confused. "This? But it's only tea!"
The man bent down to his level, inspecting the box with his eyes. "Its New Moon Drop- people say that tea leaves plucked on the night of a full moon give off a clear sweet smell, these are the opposite however, having been plucked at the new moon. Their indistinct aroma can bring a mind to total bottomless darkness. It has another name, it is called the soul's temperature." Alois snatched it away suddenly. "Not quite yet!" The man was confused, "Yet?"
Alois smirked, "No need to get prickly, I promise I'll show it to you- but one thing first..."
Another voice spoke, "That's right,"
The man turned, Claude held a light blonde haired woman close to his body, a golden blade to her throat. Her silver blue eyes flashed with worry. "You'll hand over what's in that trunk of yours or else your pretty lady friend dies."
The man smirked. "You certainly may try to take it, I assure you you'll fail." The hooded man with the trunk suddenly threw a silver knife, and at the same time Claude threw his gold knives at the hooded man. The hooded man moved swiftly, his disguise being thrown off. The woman in Claude's grasp slammed a heeled foot onto the Trancy butler's toe and moved to the man's side, ready to attack.
"Sebastian Michaelis... And Aurora Magné" Claude murmured to himself.
Sebastian's eyes narrowed, he grabbed the blonde by the hand and shot forward past Claude, sharing a hate filled glare momentarily.
"He's getting away!" Alois yelled after them.
At Sebastian's side, Aurora Magné ran quickly, eager to be free of Claude. The butler had come while she was in the bedroom, attempted to claim her and then decided last minute to use her for leverage. "Whatever happened to the plan?" Sebastian said coldly, Aurora hissed, "I didn't expect Claude to attempt to make me his Fallen pet!"
Sebastian growled in response. "Don't kill them! I want them alive! Catch them Claude!" Golden knives hurtled at them, and Sebastian tackled Aurora, shoved the trunk into her arms, and pushed in front of her, shielding her and the trunk from harm.
He gave a grunt of discomfort as the golden blades embedded themselves in his skin. Aurora's eyes widened and she was quick to glance at his wounds before she set a glare on Claude as he walked over to them. "Do you value that trunk above your own life?" Claude questioned Sebastian.
Sebastian growled like a rabid dog, eyes flashing in a demonic warning.
"Pity," Claude said before chucking more knives at the butler. Sebastian shot to his feet, pushing Aurora to the left of him with the trunk. His eyes widened in shock and slight horror as the trunk began to open...
revealing the small, frail, curled up body of Ciel Phantomhive.
"Ciel Phantomhive!"
Alois gasped, a crazed look on his face. "I finally have you, Ciel! Your mine!"
Aurora hissed, pulling the body back into the trunk. "I am afraid not!"
Sebastian threw a golden knife, formerly embedded in his shoulder at the boy before grabbing both Aurora and sealing the trunk with Ciel. "I would never let the likes of you touch him!" Aurora snarled, unfurling her white gold wings. "Someone as vulgar and horrid as yourself is nowhere near worthy to come anywhere near this trunk nor will you ever be! Your mere touch would defile him!" Alois gasped in shock, "What?!"
Aurora wasted no time in grabbing Sebastian and the trunk with Ciel, and with a running start- flapped her wings and sent them racing down the hall on a food trolley. Claude growled, "You put your feet on something meant to serve food- what kind of butler are you?" Aurora clung tightly onto Sebastian, listening as he began his favored monologue. "now's not the time, Sebastian!" Aurora cried.
The trolley cart soared down the staircase, and as Claude on the opposing one lunged towards them, Aurora spread her wings and flew up to the chandelier, Sebastian's arm firmly around her waist as he held in one hand the trunk and the other holding them all onto the light fixture.
While Sebastian bantered, Aurora gripped onto the chandelier, eyes widening as it began to moan under their combined weight.
"I believe I recall your ways, 'turning day into night, sugar into salt, navy into golden'," Sebastian's eyes darkened but a smirk danced across his face. "It seems I shall transform golden... into black."
Sebastian moved, and the chandelier crashed, and darkness shrouded the room. Just as the chandelier began it's descent, Aurora grabbed him, and flew out a nearby window, flying deep into the forest before descending to the ground less than gracefully.
For good measure, they ran a several good miles before stopping. Sebastian set the trunk down gently before opening it. From his pocket he pulled the Phantomhive ring, its blue diamond having a swirling glow. Aurora watched as he slid the ring onto the boy's finger. "Young master," Sebastian said softly, "Its time to wake up." Aurora sat down beside him, "Ciel?" She whispered.
"Ciel its time to wake up."