The night before Halloween is always such a hassle, especially in such a small town in England. It was quiet, and usually dark with it's murky sky and dampened streets. Lots of people ran businesses; mainly pubs, as everyone loved to share a drink... Or five. A widely known household remained, the household of the Phantomhive's.

They were wealthy people who helped with the shipments and trade for the town. The head, Vincent, was a proud man with his sweet wife Rachel, and their son Ciel. The family was happy at the beginning... But that was before attacks were taking place. Commonly known as...

A vampire attack. Which, the term or use of the name can be argued over many different origins and cultures. Any word used to describe the beasts were embedded into anyone's mind. It was a term too openly known and discussed.

Children in the town were being taken and were never found again. If they were found, all blood was drained and they were nearly shriveled to a crisp. Vincent and Rachel locked Ciel up before the sun set, and never let him out of their sight if he played outside. Years passed, and Ciel was now 15. His birthday wouldn't come for another few months, but he was grown as a charming boy. Thin, with shining blue eyes and ashen hair. He was a bit short, but that didn't matter.

He always dreaded Halloween. Not because the loud idiots outside who always were too drunken to walk... But because of the chores that had to be taken care of before hand. Hang up Garlic, salt the front door and the edges of windows, and much more. Ciel didn't believe in all the stupid Vampire myths, and thought everyone in town wasn't clearly educated right. All past research he had done had not been proven; at least not to his liking.

"Ciel," Vincent spoke at dinner that night, and Ciel merely glanced up as he poked at his food with his fork. "Yes, father?" He grumbled with a little roll of his eyes. "Will you help the servants with the house tonight? Your mother and I agreed to have a ball tomorrow for the celebration of Halloween." Ciel's eyes lit up. A party! That meant his parents would be too busy to pay attention and he could sneak out! He could finally take the freedom he deserved instead of being locked up at the hint of darkness.

"Yes father. I'll help." The servants were all pretty dull, but they got things done... When they didnt break things or set things on fire. Mey-Rin, Finnian, and Bardroy were all very kind people anyways... They snuck Ciel sweets to his room without his parents finding out. If they knew, he would be hung upside down by his toes. Ciel quickly scarfed down his meal and guzzled his drink down as he excused himself for the night. He didn't have to help much, luckily. As he was eating his meal, the servants were able to set up at least half of everything.

Slowly, he padded his way into the ballroom and opened the door as it grumbled lowly. He picked up a decoration and made a stifled grunt at its looks. It streamed down and shredded into black slices of fabric. "Sir, what do you think you're doing?" Ciel blinked up at Bardroy who crossed his arms down at him. "Father said I should help-"

"No, no! You must rest and bathe for tomorrow!" Mey-Rin squawked and shuffled her way to Ciel. She plucked the decoration from his hand and tossed it to Bard. "Come along. I'll help you get ready." She tripped and adjusted her glasses as Ciel sighed and made his way down the hallway with her. "Mey-Rin... Do you think before I sleep, I could read for a bit?" The maid made a twisted face, "S-sir... I don't think that's such a good idea. Your parents might get frustrated, yes they will!" Ciel frowned and gave a pleading look. "Please? Only for a few minutes. You can be in the library with me. If you let me read, I'll dance at the party tomorrow night." Mey-Rin pondered the deal for a moment before sucking in a breathe. "Oh, your parents will surely have a beating for me if they find out!"

Ciel's bath was completed in no longer than fifteen minutes. His aching muscles were calmed and warmed as his joints relaxed and ceased their locking in place. He wore his nightshirt; exposing his pale, milky skin with it's creamy silken fabric. As silent as a mouse, he tip-toed his way down the hallway and into the library. Mey-Rin decided to just let Ciel go on his own with no supervision; he hadn't needed it anyways.

Now was his chance to look at their books of vampires and demons of the night. He still had no belief in the things... but, if he were to sneak out tomorrow, it was better to be safe than sorry. He placed his lamp on the table and stood on his toes to grasp at a thick book on a high shelf. He gasped as it slipped and fell against his chest, and he stood silent; afraid he had made too loud of a noise. When time passed long enough, he sat the book on the table as it created another low thud. He sighed at the ruckus he was creating, but continued on anyways. He flipped through the browning and tearing pages, and paused when he found the chapter of Vampires.

"Tall creatures with sharpened talons and eyes as black as the night or as red as blood. They commonly feast on humans at night, as they are nocturnal monsters. Their backs are hunched and spines are visible as their teeth resemble blades. Their faces are distorted and jaws are able to snap out of place to further engulf their prey. Vampires were originally called ekimmu or edimmu, which translated to "One who is snatched away," or, "A spirit or demon." To defend people of towns, stones were lodged into the jaws of those believed of being vampires to stop them from biting-"

Boring.

Ciel skipped ahead.

"Townspeople have further created safety measures to protect family members from the demons. Holy water from the church, crosses embedded with steel, wooden stakes to pierce their hearts, poppy seeds, and garlic are commonly used. Vampires take on many other forms besides their monstrous, normal appearances. They can transform to bats, wolves, and other creatures of the dark."

Ciel shut the book and stared at the dim lit lamp; it's flame flickering and dimming in the blackness of the room. Ciel didn't have holy water, he didn't want to carry around garlic... but his parents did have crosses. He could easily take one of those... Besides, he could avoid ignorant animals, and seeing such an ugly creature would certainly draw attention.

He scoffed, picking the lamp up and treading to the door.

Vampires were a huge joke in which nobody could "prove" as they were all dead. Maybe it was an excuse... just to blame a supernatural being for deaths of loved ones. Maybe those vampire hunters created fake goals to gain justice.

Ciel's eyes fluttered shut as his lips parted, and he blew out his lantern so he was submerged into the darkness.

Tomorrow, he could be free.