I Will Follow You Into The Dark (Multi Fandom)

Chapter 1 (Black Butler)

A/N: Hello this is C! I will probably be the one updating most of the time! We will try to post 2,000 words every Sunday, sorry that this is on a Saturday! :) Oh, yes, this story will involve Phan, Black Butler, and Sherlock (But we might throw some other fandoms in there to mess with you :) ) DISCLAIMER: This is not 100% historically accurate!

Ceil was shaken awake, Sebastian's icy fingers stirring him from his deep sleep. After pushing himself out of bed and steadying himslef on the cold mansion floor, he turned to Sebastian.

"What in her majesty's name is it Sebastian it is the middle of the night!"

"Well my lord, maybe you should ask her yourself. After all it's not often that she even leaves the palace, let alone vistis people. And you know it's a matter of urgencey otherwise she wouldn't have chosen this ungodly hour to pay you a visit." Ceil groaned in annoyence, what matter could this possibly be that couldn't wait until at least after 7am. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and rumaged around on his nightstand for his eyepatch and accepted the dressing gown being held out for him by Sebastain.

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Sebastain chuckled to himslef as he noticed Ceil attempt to draw himself to his full hight, all of 5"0". Sebastian took his place behind Ceil's high-backed chair and stared placidly at the scene in front of him. Her majesty Queen Victoria was sitting in her usual all black ensemble, with her veil covering her face; dabbing at her eyes with a monogramed hankerchief. There was a gaurd standing next to her, Sebastian recognized him as James Barnett one of her majesty's favorites. Just as Ceil was about to open his mouth to pose the question of why he had been called to talk he heard a dreadful crash. Sebastian glided to the door with inhuman speed, just to see Baldroy, Finnian, and Mey-Rin standing together huddled in the hallway, Tanaka trailing behind them.

"What's going on Sebastian? We heard footsteps and people yelling and crash!"

"The queen is consulting the young lord on a matter of the utmost imporrtance, now return to you quarters." Their faces were a mixture of awe and shock that once again made Sebastian chuckle at the amusingness of humans. He returned to the office, apologizing softly and resumed his place behind Ceil.

"So your majesty, what is the reason of your distress, and how may I serve you?"

"Lord Phantomhive this matter is of a very sensitive nature and I expect you to speak to no one about this matter." she sighed deeply then continued "My son has been kidnapped and we need your help in having him returned safely to me."

"Which son your majesty? Albert Edward? Alfred Ernest Albert? Arthur William Patric? Leopold George Duncan?" the queen sighed again, but the sigh got cuaght in her throught and turned into a sob, James layed a hand on her shoulder, Ceil supposed that it was meant as a comforting  gesture but Queen Victoria flinched away from his hand and even though the veil covered her face he could easily assume there was an expression of indignance underneath it. The queen turned back to Ceil. "No, he was a..., well we suppose the polite way to state it would be that Phillip was the result of an accident between Alfred Ablett and us shortly after his return form Crimea..." She trailed off dabbing at her eyes once more. While vocalizing the tale she had begun to hunch over as if she was a sponge, having the devistating secret being squeezed out of her. Now she regained her ram-rod straight posture and neatly folded her hands in her lap. Ceil leaned back in his chair crossing one leg over the other, and placing his hands under his chin is a church steeple shape.

"Your majesty I can promise you that I, and of course my butler will do everything in our power to return Phillip to you safely." 

"Your butler?" James asked raising one ginger eyebrow his gruff voice was cynical.