"Hold me close, don't let go, watch me burn...In this Hospital for Souls." "...the one thing that is absolutely awful about being a reaper is the eyesight problems that come with it, he has decided. Even now, in the sunlight (the accursed sunlight, almost burning through his excuse for a skin), holding the stupid list two inches from his damn face, he is still having difficulty reading the names. "Jarrod Fineman," he murmurs aloud, still squinting at the paper. "Aged twenty five. Died on the 12th of March, 1894; cause of death... butter knife to the heart." His nose wrinkles as he connects the dots; the butter knife with the butler, the butler with the demon, the demon with the earl. It was evident - a business deal gone wrong, which had resulted in Jarrod's rather ignorant move to attempt to shoot Ciel Phantomive. The demon had moved without hesitation; the reaper had watched as he tore the man's throat open, while at the same time skewering him in the chest. Phantomhive looked on, completely unfazed, as the crimson blood pooled on the floor of the magnificent palace that he liked to call a mansion. Afterwards, he cleared his throat, and said to the butler: 'Clean it up. I have other business to attend to." Sebastian Michaelis had bowed dutifully at the waist, his demeanor totally serious. "Yes, my Lord." He had watched as Michaelis so very carefully mopped the floor, almost as if he were in cheerful ignorance about the corpse in front of him. He could not have known about the reaper in the room with him already, with his own strict expression, his wicked scythe in the form of a heavy axe. Watching him, ever moment that had unfolded, whilst judging the dead man secretly. He had already sent him to Hell..."

The Widow was the most feared assassin in all of the noble world. No one ever knew who she was to strike next. Sneakier than a fox, quieter than a mouse, and faster than a cheetah. When her next mission is to become a maid for a well known Earl with an amazing butler, will she be able to kill them, or will something she doesn't believe is real happen to her? I do not own Black Butler. Originally posted on Quotev on 4/21/2013

Reapers that have resigned are then Deserters, having all their duties as a Reaper terminated. Willow decided it was the only way to be with Sebastian, and now, she's traveling with him and Ciel. Still, it seems like Sebastian is keeping something from her, and let's face it: quitting is never easy for her. What's making things so difficult?

After Willow died of a tragic accident, something amazing happened to her. She woke up, breathing and her heart beating, in an unknown place by herself. It's obvious that something about her had changed, but was it good or bad? And where did Sebastian go? Will it keep her from being with him?

"Alright last question, Sebastian?" Ciel asks, letting his butler ask the final question. "Will you obey the young master's every wish and live up to the Phantomhive servant's good name?" Sebastian asks, his face all seriousness. "Yes," I say Then with a small grin I say, "And I promise you I'll be one hell of a maid too." Ebony Shale, the beautiful girl with a dark past and an even darker future. How will she cope? Disclaimer: This book is a Black Butler Fanfiction but the occurring events are my original idea though some events are based on Black Butler.

Ebony is back and with a new case on her hands. But this time there's a twist. The case is in America. Will Ciel survive the "bloody yanks." Will Ebony be able to deal with Sebastian, the demonic butler? Read to find out. Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler in any way shape or form! I only own my plot and my original characters.