Hey guys! Well, this is my first attempt at trying to write a Kuroshitsuji fanfic, or a story for any matter, so please go easy on me! Constructive criticism is very much appreciated! :)

(Thoughts look like this.)

(Regular dialogue looks like this.)

Rating will be T for now, might change to M later. Eventually, there will be SebastianXCiel ;)

Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji belongs to Yana Toboso.

Warning: None for now, but there will be lemons, lots of violence, gore, and swearing in the future. Don't like, don't read. Now enjoy! (hopefully ^-^)

Demon's Lair

Chapter 1: Young Master, Found

As Ciel opened his eyes, memories from the past flew through his mind. Maylene breaking the dishes. Bard burning all the food to a crisp. Finny killing off his favorite white roses and the garden. Tanaka sitting around doing nothing as usual. Flashes of Lau, Madame Red, Grell, Lizzie, Undertaker, and Inspector Randall flashed before his eyes. His cerulean blue eyes blinked slowly, trying to shake off the mist of sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he realized something was wrong. He was alive.

He bolt up to a sitting position, wincing almost immediately, as pain coursed through his entire body. That word echoed through his head. Alive. Alive. Alive. "Why?" he thought. "Sebastian took my soul! I got my revenge on the Queen and Ash! Why am I still alive? And...where am I?" Ciel slowly swiveled his head around, taking note of his surroundings. It looked like he was back in London…albeit, a burning and slowly crumbling version of London. Ciel clumsily got up to his feet, brushed himself off, and started running. This was all too familiar to him. After running past several burning buildings looking for a sign of life, he stopped. Tentatively, he reached a trembling hand towards a burning building. His hand touched the flames, and he winced, waiting for the pain. He waited one, two, three seconds, before drawing his hand back and staring at it. There was nothing! No burnt skin, no charred flesh, nothing. Suspicious, he ran to the other side of the street and swung his hand through the flames. Again, nothing happened. He broke off into a trot while calling out. "Hello! Is anybody out there?" he called. He paused for a moment. Was that a footstep he heard on the cobble-stoned pavement? Or was it just a whisper of the wind and the flickering flames? He lifted his foot to start running again, and then he heard it.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack. The sound of high-heeled shoes, slowly and deliberately making their way towards him. Eyes widening, Ciel took off at a run, not noticing where he was going. SMACK. He ran straight into a person. Slowly, Ciel raised his eyes to see who the stranger was. And he didn't like what he saw.

"Well well well, lookee here! A small, human boy! How did you get down here, my little lamb? Are you lost? Or….are you all alone?" Sharp, feral teeth widened into a snarling smile, and onyx eyes glimmered with hunger and lust. No, it wasn't a person. Rather, it was a…..."Demon!" The demon smirked.

"Right you are my little lamb. It's been a while since I've seen a human being. How about we have some entertainment, hmm?" The demon slowly raised his hand, and raked his claws against Ciel's body, ripping through his coat and undershirt, slashing through his soft skin, leaving 4 wide gashes. "I'm deliriously hungry too…..You seem like you'll make a good meal, no matter how skinny you are. Let's play a game of cat and mouse. You're the prey. I'm the predator. How long can you keep me entertained, little lamb? The last one didn't last longer than a few minutes. Shall we see? I'll be nice just this once. I'll give you a head start." Chuckling, the demon picked up Ciel and threw him far into the flaming town. Bouncing to a stop and winded from the throw, Ciel slowly raised his bleeding body up and his eyes narrowed. "Damn that demon…I swear, if I ever see Sebastian again, I will make him pay for this."

"Come on, little boy! You don't have much time left!" The demon called out sarcastically. Snarling, Ciel rose to his feet and slowly began running through the winding streets of a burning London. Little did he know, however, that a certain someone with a familiar smirk was watching from one of the burning rooftops.

He ran into a deserted alleyway, only to reach a dead end. Cursing, he ran back out, only to find the demon waiting for him with hunger filled eyes. This time, Ciel didn't look at the demon with fear. He stared into the demon's onyx eyes with such intense anger and fury that the demon made a surprised sound in the back of his throat. Leaning forward, he took Ciel's chin in his hand and raised his face higher to inspect his deep blue eyes. A smile spread on the demon's face. "Oh? You've been marked, little lamb. I can't believe I didn't see it before. I can see the mark of your contract in your right eye. Hmmmph, lucky demon. I bet your soul was delicious…No, I can tell it was. Such anger, such fury and darkness in your eyes….Magnificent! But now, your demon is gone! There's no one to help you. So you're all mine, little lamb." With that said, the demon threw Ciel down the alleyway, causing Ciel to strike the dead end with a resounding crack.

Right about now, Ciel was having an internal battle with himself. He wanted to stand and fight, and die (again?). Or, he wanted to try and summon Sebastian, not caring if it worked or not. But he let his pride get in the way. "Tch, I'm probably dead anyways. This must be one of the things one encounters before he truly dies. Yes, that must be right. This is a test, my final test before I truly die." Struggling to his feet, Ciel glared at the demon and opened his mouth to speak, only to hear another CRACK! It took a few moments for the pain to register. After that, Ciel crumpled in half, wheezing and holding what he knew was a few broken ribs. "Pain? I'm feeling pain? I didn't even feel it when that accursed demon slashed me with his claws! So…..I am alive after all? Then where the hell am I? This can't be London. This can't…" Ignoring the pain, Ciel stood up once more, and did what he always did with these situations. "SEBASTIAN! This is an order. Save me this instant!" And closing his eyes, he leaned against the wall and slid down, his energy running out. The demon chuckled, then laughed lightly before breaking out in raucous laughter.

"Stupid human! Your contractor is gone! Why do you think I attacked you? Everyone knows what symbol that is, and who it belongs to! He's abandoned you! Your "Sebastian" is gone. And so, you're all mine for the taking." Ciel's vision slowly slid out of focus as his chest bled more and more rapidly, and his ribs ached and ached. But there that sound came again. Click. Clack. Click. No, it couldn't be. It sounded like that day….that day 3 years ago, right as he was about to be killed. Could it be…? No, he didn't dare hope. It was probably his mind and his ears playing tricks on him. After all, why would Sebastian come save him?

"If you knew my symbol, and who it belonged to, you shouldn't have done that," a sultry voice murmured. The demon's onyx eyes widened momentarily with panic and fear, before turning around to face the dangerous higher being. Staring at each other, Sebastian's face broke out in an evil smile as he showed off his hand with the Faustian mark. Without realizing it, Ciel's eye glowed brightly from under his closed eyelids in time with Sebastian's glowing hand. As Ciel sunk into darkness, the very last sounds he heard were screaming, flesh ripping, the sound of blood spraying, maniacal laughter, and then...silence. Right before he blacked out, he felt familiar, warm hands picking him up and cradling him. "Found you, bocchan." Then the calm, soothing darkness overtook him.

...It wasn't that bad, right? Please read and review, and tell me honestly what you think about it! And should I keep on writing? I have a lot of ideas, but dunno if anyone will like them. Thanks!