Author's Note:

Hello! This is my first published fic and actually my first try at Black Butler altogether. I do have other fanfics but I hand wrote them and never published. Even teachers think I'm strange because I prefer to hand wright instead of type. Well enough about that, let's start the story. One more thing! I would love to get any reviews especially if someone is ooc.

Disclaimer:

Do I reeeaaally have to do this? Fine. Obviously I don't own Black Butler. I only claim my own characters, events etc. ^_^ Can we finally move onto the story?

A blanket of midnight blue shrouded the night as stars glimmered brightly. Breathing in the cool air of a small town Alicia sighed, tilting her head back. There was something alluring about the dark especially when the luminescent stars were the only light source. However it held an aura that intimidated even the darkest reaches of the heart and so Alicia halted in her pace outside before turning and scrambling inside, locking herself away from the looming shadows.

The world through Miss Alicia Xerxes eyes…

Shivering I manoeuver myself through the kitchen to the living room; making my way towards a familiar corner with an equally familiar desk and much loved laptop. The screen still bright as a favourite anime was recently paused. The lopsided desk chair rattled as I sat, shuffled, and slouched beneath a blanket; ready to recommence my Ultimate Black Butler Re-watch Marathon. Turning down the volume through the headphones just enough not to wake the sleeping house, the play button was clicked and… instead of the episode continuing in place half a dozen pairs of eyes glowed through the screen and the world around me swirled to a sickening tune.

Sore muscles tensed from the warmth of cushioned surroundings. As I squinted my common brown eyes my senses were assaulted by the minor slits of light creeping from the sides of closed midnight blue curtains. Stretching to the bordering point of pain a half cat like murmur escaped my lips as the ever-present exhaustion refused to take its leave. Before an opportunity to recognise the room as unfamiliar arose to my groggy mind a sweeping shadow fell over my sluggish form and a cold and precise piece of metal was held just away from my throat.

Eyes widening in fright my body trembled on the tipping point of either a panic or anxiety attack as a clipped voice cut like a deadly knife through the cold tension, "Miss, I suggest you explain immediately why you are sleeping in my master's guest bedroom in the afternoon and how you got in or-"

"Holy FUCKING SHIT" I choked before correcting myself, "or actually you are not holy but still…how the f-"

The metal was pressed slightly but firmly closer to my neck as I was interrupted from the hoarse, ranted, babbling, "Please do mind the language and focus more so on answering my questions miss."

An irritating girl seen through the molten eyes of demon Sebastian Michaelis…

Quieting herself, some form of ridiculous focus returned to her as she began, "Well you see Sebastian I was watching a Black Butler marathon and you was about to do your whole kitchen knife killing thing-" my eyes grew slightly at the mention of two unexpected details, "when I paused it and well, when I came back I pressed play but then these eyes glowed through the screen and and and well anyway now here I am in the Phantomhive mansion and ohmygosh now I get to see BardandFinnyandMey-rinandTanakaandCielandGrellandWillandUNDERTAKERandhopefullyRonald but oh…wait. FUCK I just had to meet you first…". An eyebrow twitched against my will in irritation. Any man would say this child was in the throws of hysteria to the point of delusion. However I am one Hell of a butler and if her spouted tale is indeed true, only more unworthy trouble would land upon me.

Growing somewhat impatient for a number of reasons that the girl obviously hadn't picked up on, I found myself ready to dismiss her babbles if for no better reason than to rid myself of further inconvenience. As she trailed off I had even more questions than I began with. Sighing in a quick moment of exasperation I was left to decipher what the babbling human had actually replied with and spoke up with a polite deadliness, "Miss how is it that you know my name? Please explain more clearly your arrival and intentions here. I will ignore that senseless babble of names for now…however what exactly displeases you that you have met me?"

Realisation slowly dawned on her as her already wide eyes open impossibly wider. A small 'o' shape formed on her mouth, "I am Alicia Xerxes. Born in 2000 and raised from a fairly early age in a small town. Outcast with only one very good friend. I, Sebastian Michaelis am a fan girl who has watched the anime and reads the manga known as Black Butler which how do I put this... is where your world and 'characters' exist. I know your names as well as many other things because…all I do is obsess over your lives. It is not that I've met you so much that upset me it is just that in every fanfiction I've read you always show up, threaten the 'character' or me, are shown evidence, and things smooth over buuuuut…"

Eyes narrowing my voice dripped with annoyance, "Very well…Miss Xerxes would you happen to have any proof of your words?" Does this girl have no understanding of a concise explanation for her appearance in the manor especially under her current circumstances of impending violence?

The frazzled mind of an out of place Alicia…

A frown creased my face as I spoke up, "Um well my clothes would be a start…there may be something else on me if I'm lucky. Could I get up?" The knife was swiftly removed from my neck and disappeared before the blankets were thoroughly thrown from the bed. In a huff I glared, irritated my warmth was so roughly stolen, "Well gee thanks a bunch. Let's see… I'm wearing my cheetah leggings; a baggy black shirt with white decorative embroidery, my hair is in pig-tailed bows, no shoes-" I jumped from the traditional bed in shock, despair, and a rush of hatred, "SEBASTIAN WHEN YOU THREW THE BLANKETS MY PHONE WENT WITH THEM!"

A small iPhone was pounced on by my greedy hands in a horrified panic as my mouth curved in an instinctive snarl at the demonic power near the bed. Smirking he inquired, "A phone miss? My apologies." Well aren't you a sarcastic and haughty fossil of a demon…

Close to tears I shrieked, "This phone Sebastian is my greatest proof. It has games and videos, photos and fanfiction, music and and and it is how I ignore people Sebastian!"

Calm but not forgiving on the matter of my phones safety I found myself looking around the room. Finding a number of familiar items in the room. On the dressing table was a Sherlock Holmes Classic Volume 1 book, some scarce amount of make-up from my vast and hardly touched collection, the laptop and some cheap earphones. The chair beside the window proved to hold my newly bought dark royal blue gothic dress, black high heels beside. Sebastian raised a quizzical eyebrow as he saw the familiarity I took to the objects, "Indeed Miss Xerxes it would seem you have proo-"

A mischievous smirk spread across my face as I sidled close to the butler, phone in hand. "Say Sebastian, would you happen to want to see a picture I have of you and Ciel?" Holding out the phone close enough for him to see I gaged his reaction.

The outside view on the situation…

An eyebrow was raised and eyes widened slightly as Sebastian set eyes upon a yaoi picture of himself and Ciel. "Next time don't throw my phone Sebastian or I might just share this idea with London. Even if you are getting rid of the blankets…don't hurt the phone", a sickly sweet smile deepening on her features. A gruff leading out of her room followed shortly as he regained his composure after the shell shocked state Alicia's spite had put him in.