The skies over London were streaked with red in the midnight hours, up on one of the rooftops barely visible in the gloom stood a figure waiting and watching, his eyes mirroring those blood red streaks.

Sebastian Michaelis, faithful butler to the Lord Ciel Phantomhive, could feel a strange energy nearby, it was the reason he had been sent to investigate the darkened streets so late in the night. He had sensed something like this before, in Ciel, it gave off the same delicious resonance, a rogue soul, and despite his masters wishes, he wanted to devour it.

Sebastian's eyes scanned the streets near and far, scanning with inhuman precision then suddenly they locked onto a darting shadow in the distance, even he was finding it hard to keep track of it, whatever it was it was fast but not inhuman.

"I've wasted too much of the masters time already, time to make a move." He said as his eyes flashed red and with one slight movement he fell from the rooftop to the hard pavement below.