Lady And The Demon (Black Butler Fanfiction)

6. Ana Michaelis

I walk through the streets of London looking for the crime scene.

As I walk, I can't help but wonder what Celeste's problem with me was. I made Ciel smile, so what? Wasn't trying to, Grell was being an idiot. But, I'm starting to think that's not the whole problem here.

Maybe she's jealous of me? I mean the whole time I was at the estate, Ciel seemed to be interested in me more than he has Celeste. If anything, he's been criticizing her more than anything. Maybe if Ciel pays her more attention. The brat would get off my back.

An ear splitting scream breaks the cold silence of the city. I instantly run towards the sound. I stop instantly when I step in a thick substance. I lift my boot and watch blood drip off it. I swallow hard at the sight and carefully lift my head up. Bodies litter the alley way. I gasp when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Looks like we've got a new one." A rough voice says. I turn and see a man with blood all over himself and a rough scar tunning across his face. My gaze darkens as I realize who it is. The murderer.

"You did all of this?" I question darkly.

"You're smart sweetheart. How long did it take you to figure that out?" He asks.

"Not long. But you do realize you're going to have to die right?" I ask.

"Yeah okay." The man guffaws. I throw his hand off my shoulder and kick him away. He hit the wall hard and glares at me. I smirk as he tries to hit me. I dodge it easily, making him hit the other wall after tripping over a body.

"Olé!" I call mockingly, pulling my best bull fighter stance. The man growls and stands. He whistles and smirks. I look up as I see six other men surround me on rooftops.

"What are you going to do now sweetheart? You're completely surrounded." The man says.

How do I get out of here? Think Ana, think!

Then I get a terrific idea.

"Okay. You win. What are you going to do to me?" I ask.

"Decisions, decisions. Maybe we'll have a little fun with you. What do you think, boys?" He asks. The other men guffaw in agreement. I smirk slightly.

"That sounds amusing." I say.

"Oh? Well then we may not kill you then." The leader chuckles.

"No." I giggle. "But I think I'll kill you."

"What?" The man asks. My smirk widens as 3 ninja stars appear in each hand.

"See what these are? I made these stars from the sharpest pieces of metal I've laid my hands on. You can get cut from the slightest touch." I say as I gently touch the man's face with a tip, nipping it on the spot.

"They are designed to cut though bodies and find way back to my grasp. For example." I throw all of them and they kill all of the other men instantly. They fly back to me and I catch them.

"Now, shoot me if I'm wrong, but I believe it's your turn." I say.

"Well guess who's wrong hot stuff?" The man asks quickly unsheathing a pistol.

"You are." I say.

"Go to hell!" He shouts.

"You first." I growl. I throw the six stars as he shoots the gun. The stars cut through him and they had reached my finger tips as the bullet enters my system. I hit the ground with a hard thud. A few seconds later, I hear distant footsteps and a slight gasp.

"Bassy. He and his men are dead." I hear Grell say.

"There's no way, she could have done this." Jayce says.

So two groups made it here.

"Sebastian, she's one of the rare ones. Isn't she?" I hear Ciel ask.

"Yes my lord." I feel my dad's gloved hand caress my face as my sight starts to fade.

"She is."

•~•~•

I slowly come back to consciousness, greeted by a dim light. I sit up and hold my head.

Did I actually come back to hell?

My sight adjusts and I look around.

"You gave us quite a scare."

I look over and see my dad, sitting in his chair. He doesn't look like he's changed his clothes.

"How did you know I was in trouble?" I ask.

My dad stands and moves his coat to the side revealing a huge red stain. I look down and see one of my own, where I got shot. I look back at my dad's and notice that's where he would have got hit if he was shot instead of me.

"You felt the gunshot." I say. Dad nods and hides the stain.

"We had just met up with no luck on finding the scene and were about to go look for you. We heard the gunshot sound then I felt the piercing pain and started bleeding. We followed the man's scream and found him, severed into pieces with his men severed in halves around him. Then we saw you, lifeless." My dad explains changing his shirt.

"But you knew I was okay." I say.

"I did." He replies. I sit in the bed in silence.

"Dad?" I ask.

"Yes?" He asks.

"What did Ciel mean by me being a rare one?" I ask.

He sighs and looks at me in thought. Hesitating about it.

"You are a rare type of demon. One I've never seen before. I don't know what animal you take after, though." He says.

"I'm guessing it's not a penguin." I say. Dad laughs slightly.

"I'm don't take after a cat. We both have troubles." He says. I laugh.

"What if I was a cat?" I ask.

"That would be a dream." Dad says.

"For you at least." I mumble. Dad smiles.

"Get some sleep, Ana. I'll see you at breakfast." He says.

"Alright." I say.

Dad nods and leaves.

Word Count // 995