Prologue. Yup. Guess I should just go ahead and say this-- I normally dislike fanfiction. However! I am willing to try new things. But I'm telling you all right now-- don't expect great things from me. All I've ever written were silly little ditties for school and roleplays. Of course, now that the only person I ever bothered to roleplay with turned into a megabitch, I have no one to roleplay with. So I've turned to fanfiction to vent and express my creativity. Wow, reading this I sound like a jerk. That's not my intention. My bad. But it still stands! Anyway, I'm interested to hear what you all think.

Prologue-- This takes place after the contract was made. Yup, yup. 

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At least four hours had passed since Ciel Phantomhive's strength had failed him and he had lost consciousness. The contract had taken it's toll on him, and he was beginning to feel the effects. Ciel awoke but did not open his eyes, aware that his surroundings had changed. The faint light he saw through his closed eyelids indicated that he was no longer in a cage. In fact, he was moving. Ciel tensed, unable to remember quite what had happened. He was no longer naked-- something was now draped over his body though he could not tell what it was.

"Has the young master awoken?"  Ciel's blood ran cold at the sound of the voice. It was smooth like satin, but there was something icy about the polite tone that made Ciel shiver. He considered feigning sleep again, but knew that whoever was holding him knew he was awake. He hesitated before opening his eyes.  "Oh, good. I was beginning to think that you would never wake up. As your servant, I was deeply concerned." 

Ciel stared at the man, things gradually coming back to him. They had dragged him out of the cage and stripped him of his clothes, placing him on the alter. They had already begun the ritual, when... what? What had happened? A voice. Ciel had heard that voice, the same silky voice the man had just used. Then, this man was...

"What do you care, demon!" Ciel began to struggle, panicking. The demon chuckled and knelt down, setting Ciel down on the ground. A black coat slid down off of Ciel's body and he realized that was what was keeping him warm. 

"I have the deepest concern for your welfare, young master. Though in this state, I wonder how long you will last."  The demon smiled, baring his sharp teeth, but Ciel paid him no heed, reaching his hand up to rub at his forehead. His head was pounding and everything felt like a dream, but he knew better than to even hope for that. How many times had he wished that he would wake up to his family? He could not even count. Now his family was gone, and he was left with this... thing.

"It will take more than that to kill me."  The demon's smile widened, though there was nothing pleasant about it. He was eyeing Ciel as if he wished to devour him.

"I am pleased to hear it."

"Hmph... Do you have a name?" Ciel did not really care, but felt that since now he was stuck with the demon he should at least know what to call him.

"Hmm."  The demon did not answer at first, thinking it over.  "Why would I have a need for a human name?"

"Then, you do not have one?"

"I did not say that."  Ciel's eyes narrowed in annoyance, but he did not push the subject. The demon clearly did not want to be called by his name, and it did not matter enough to him to try to force him. But a name was necessary. Ciel searched his currently blank mind, and pulled out the first name he thought of-- the name of his dog. After all, the demon now belonged to him... and he to it.

"Sebastian."  The demon did not seem to understand. This only served to annoy Ciel further and he pointed at him, impatiently. He knew the gesture was childish, but in this state of weakness he did not care. "Your name will be Sebastian." 

"..."  An odd look crossed the demon's face but it soon passed. "I understand. Now, young master, we really should continue. I believe you mentioned a townhouse in London, we are heading there now. It should not be a problem to find it, so please rest." 

As Sebastian's arms slid around him once more, Ciel did not fight him. His body and soul were both far too exhausted to fight him and, though he would never admit it, there was something comforting about being held in the demon's arms. Perhaps it was the lack of contact he had had while in captivity, or perhaps it was the contractual bond between them. Whatever the reason, Ciel Phantomhive soon fell asleep in the arms to the most cunning, malicious, and beautiful creature he would ever encounter.

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Well, prologue's over. Please take into account that I have never written this stuff before and try not to be too harsh. Also, I'm preparing for my exchange to Russia, so I may be slow to update if at all. I have ideas for this, but right now it probably seems like a steaming pile of generic bullshit, and for that I apologize. I really do have cute ideas, though writing them out is causing me a serious amount of butthurt. Well. Yeah. 

Tell me what you think. I'm genuinely interested in what you have to say and, after the next few chapters, I'll decide whether or not to continue the story. Because most of the stuff I turn out is complete shit. Just saying. Thanks bunches for reading.

-LB