Tea Time

At The Manor

NOBODY POV:

It was a cold winters night at the Phantomhive estate, and the young earl was preparing to retire for the night. "Sebastian," called the boy, awaiting the arrival of the butler, "I would like to go to bed. It's cold and I'm tired. I believe I've done enough work for today."                                                        "Yes, my Lord. Although, there is an urgent letter sent from her majesty and I do recommend  you open it now. Unless you would like to retire." answered the butler platonically, holding out a shining silver tray with a letter resting upon it. The boy sighed, pulling the letter off the tray and beginning to read it aloud. "My dear Ciel,

It has been brought to my notice that over four-hundred young women have been kidnapped, raped and then cruelly murdered. Of course, having once been a young woman myself, I can understand the fear that the women of England might be feeling. I would ask you to assist Scotland Yard in finding the culprit and rescuing any survivors. The Yard has already found a decent enough amount of information, so I can only trust you to do as asked. The hideout is located in the center of Westend, in an old abandoned warehouse. Good luck my dear boy.

Regards, Queen Victoria." He read, as his eyes widened in shock and disgust. "Sebastian, Prepare a carriage for me, make sure Mey-rin is well protected, and send a letter to Lady Elizabeth alerting her of the current situation. Ugh...you should also probably send a letter to Trancy, telling him to put his maid under extra protection." puffed Ciel, rolling his eyes as he stood up from his desk.

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Ciel POV:

"Master, what are you going to do once we arrive at the warehouse?" questioned Sebastian. "I am going to order you to kill the killer, and make you search the whole premises for any survivors. Then we will bring them back to the manor and nurse them back to health." I droned, sick of the Demon's attitude. "Yes, my Lord." He sighed, staring directly at me. To be perfectly honest, I'd say he's getting impatient for his meal. I smirked slightly at the thought of the broken demon that remained inside him, begging to be fed. "Young Master, why the smile? Is something the matter?" the hopeless butler grinned, knowing perfectly well how much he was annoying me. Of course, being the noble I am, I payed no respect to my butlers useless chatter and looked up to the roof of the carriage as it swayed from side to side on the rocky streets of London.

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Sorry bout the short chapter. That one was just an introduction for the story so i promise the rest of the story will be longer. Oh, and the spiderman bit...i just am dead ass obsessed with the idea on Claude in a spider man costume like "shjkshkjscljsncljzdvflahsdfhjcds I am spiderman. FIGHT ME BITCHES!" XD sorry...