Author: okay so I've been seeing that a lot of the other authors have been doing this to their fanfics. Don't know why, but I figure just to be on the safe side . …

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. This simply a fan girl who is bound to her muse writing stories that the said muse won't lighten up on anytime soon. *The muse behind me narrows his eyes* Um, anyway! Here's the fourth chapter and enjoy ^^; *quickly goes back to writing*

Chapter Four: Dangers untold

The wheels of the cart echoed throughout the foyer as Sebastian wheeled the heavy yet delicately made tea set along with a slender black phone toward the parlor room where the guests were staying. He paused by the door for a moment and used the back of his hand to knock, before opening it.

"Excuse me. I brought you the phone you requested." Sebastian stated to the room which was now empty save for the red-haired female who was now sleeping on the loveseat. A cold smirk curved his lips. "Ah, but I see you could not wait for that." He pushed the cart in the room and closed the door behind him, before continuing his way toward the girl. Pulling the cart within the girl's reach, he bent over her and frowned. Her scent was familiar…He blinked, forcing the thought away as he opened one of her eye-lid. The girl was not responding and her eyes were dilated; he removed his hand from her eye as he stood up. It's obvious she's been drugged, but for them to be able to get out of the room this fast…Sebastian turned to the door with a smile.

"Seems like I have a couple of guests to take care of," He stated, his eye glowing as he walked out of the parlor room, making sure to close the door quietly behind himself.

"Oh dear, I forgot to dust the books library!" A woman with purple-reddish hair said as she burst through the library's door, panting. Once she caught her breath and adjusted her glasses, she glanced up to a very dark room. "Huh? Why is this room so dark?" She moved to open them when a hand out of nowhere holding a handkerchief clasped onto her nose and mouth. A sweet aroma filled her nostrils. Her eyes widen as she squirmed and fought, but culprit's strength was too much for her. Her mind soon became dizzy and disoriented and the last she saw were her shoes along with a pair of brown ones, before her vision fell to darkness…

Carols carried the now unconscious maid to one of the chairs in the library, before placing her onto one in an up-right position with rope hanging off one of his arms. Taking the rope, he carefully tied the woman to the chair tightly. He knew his brother would be working downstairs at the moment and his job was to get all the servants out of the way. The maid made it easy, but he now had to go and hunt down the others. He stood up, closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his raging heart that seemed to want to burst out of his chest at the moment. These were the type of the jobs that always made him uneasy. He walked back toward the bookcase that was left ajar and slipped around it, leaving himself in a dark passage. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a flash light and turned it on, flooding the corridor with a white light. Pushing his hand against a block just before the entrance to the library, the bookcase slowly swung close, making sure no books were falling from their shelves.

The blond haired and blue eyed chef smirked down at his creation: scrambled eggs. Yep, he certainly out did himself this time. The chef couldn't help but beam down at the NON-charcoaled work before him. Even that Mr. Sebastian would be please, especially by the fact you could smell the soft, scrambled egg goodness. Now all he had to do was find a way to the same with the bacon and he would be all set. He blinked in horror before slapping himself in the face with a groan.

"Ugh, Bard, how the hell could you forget the bacon?" He demanded with anger. He sighed, before turning to walk into a handkerchief. His widen, startled as his nostrils filled with the sweet aroma. He knew this aroma and knew that he had to get that handkerchief off of him, before he passed out. He kicked at the man holding the handkerchief, only to have him dodge and bulldoze him into the oven. The chef grunted at the impact, before realizing the handkerchief was over his mouth and nose again. His nostrils took in the aroma again and he tried to fight the man off, but his mind became dizzy affecting his hands which simply began to slap the man sloppily, before sliding off and falling to his sides useless. His vision began to blur as the brown haired man finally released him and allowed him to hit the floor, before he fell into darkness…

Carols panted as he allowed the chef to the floor. Who knew that guy was going to be a fighter? He relaxed as he realized that the blond haired man was unconscious, before bending down and heaving the man up. He grabbed one of the other man's arms and wrapped it around his shoulders with one arm, while the other held onto the chef's waist. Carols grunted, adjusting the fully grown man's waist the best he could. This guy is really heavy. He walked into the opened secret passage way that happened to be behind the servants' coat hanger which hung on the wall. As soon as he was in, he leaned against the wall due to the extra weight the chef gave him and removed his hand that held the chef's arm, before reaching for the lever and pulling it down. Like the book case, the wall swung slowly close. Carols turned on his flash light and placed the end of it into his mouth, before re-grabbing the unconscious man's arm and secure the extra weight to him. That's two down.

"Mr. !" The young, blond gardener wailed upon seeing the tall, black butler who cringed at the sound of the boy's voice. He turned to the boy with a frown. Of all days! Sebastian thought irritably to himself. He narrowed his eyes.

"Well, what is it, Finny?" Sebastian demanded. The boy continued to sob, but was obviously trying to put his crying under control. It obviously wasn't working and Sebastian sighed. He really didn't have time for this he had to get those two men outside of this mansion pronto.

"Can it wait?" Sebastian asked. Finny shook his head 'no' vigorously and Sebastian's frown deepened. "Was it the garden again?" He nodded; his eyes looked Sebastian big and glassy as more tears rolled down his face. "Did you break the repellent?" He shook his head no. Sebastian's deepened further. "What did you do?" Finny looked him in the eye with the words 'I am sooooooooooo sorry!' carved into his forehead as he began to sniff and cry again.

"I forgotten my strength again and knocked down twooo treeeeeees!" He wailed. Sebastian's eyes snapped at the child darkly. He did not! Sebastian stated in his mind angrily. It had better not be those same stupid trees he just replanted this morning. His energy was not a toy to be played with.

"The same ones!" Sebastian asked, his impatience edging into his voice. Finny nodded and Sebastian's eyes narrowed into slits. So not only did he have remove a couple of vermin from the mansion, but now he had to re-grow some trees as well.

"A-and I broke the two angel figurines right the fountain when it happened this time!" Finny cried. Sebastian began to message his temples as he began contemplating on how he was NOT going to kill the child. He sighed, before grabbing the boy's shoulders to make him stop crying. Finny blinked up at the tall butler.

"It is okay, Finny, I'll deal with it shortly." Sebastian stated. "Please go outside and finish gardening the weeds. If you--use the repellent, BE careful! Understood?" Finny nodded brightly, before running off. Sebastian turned away from the child and began closing his eyes as he sensed for the souls that invaded the manor.

Mary's mind slowly rose to consciousness. She could feel the carpet like designs on the loveseat's cushion underneath her, the wind blowing cool, but pleasant air on her face, her clothes touching her skin, and a slight throbbing coming from the between of her eyes. Her mouth and throat felt really dry and she swallowed hoping to solve the problem. It didn't, it only closed her throat up. She coughed and gagged, causing her to sit up to quickly and the pain to explode throughout her entire rib cage. The young girl cried as she fell back down, holding her sides. Her throat had unsealed itself, before the tears began to brim her eyes. After a long agonizing moment the pain seemed to ebb. The throbbing in her skull didn't. Mary frowned. Aside from her broken rib, why was she feeling so horrible right now? And why was her throat so dry? Suddenly the memories came back of how Carols had placed the handkerchief in front of her in a "kind" gesture. There was a sweet aroma to it…

The young girl stopped in realization, her eyes widen in shock and in disbelief. She had been drugged. Why? What-! She turned her head to this way and that slowly and carefully from the area she laid in. They were nowhere to be seen. Where did they go? Panic rose inside of her before her eyes then landed on the phone. As fast as she could without hurt herself too much, she reached over and grabbed the phone. She cringed, that movement caused her a little bit more pain than she realized. Wrapping one of her arms around her waist, she used her free hand to lift the receiver to her ear, and then waited a moment for the pain to ebb a little. Then she removed her arm slowly from her waist and began working on the round number dialer, moving it to the right numbers for the police. As she began hearing it ringing, she held her breath waiting for the other line to pick up when the line went dead. Her eyes widen in horror as she pulled the phone from her ear, before looking at it in disbelief. Her heart thundered in her ears in panic and she ran a hand through her hair as her mind began running over the thousands of possibilities to befall the manor. The manor simply had a black out or those men who drugged her and were no longer in the room had cut off the power supply. And the manor stood in the country side, which meant no connections to the outside world and NO police. Mary's breaths became ragged as she ran both her hands through her hair and grabbed fists full of her red locks.

The men used me as an excuse to enter the manor! It was all planned out! Even me getting injured! Mary ranted in her mind with horror. The image of the owner, that young boy flashed into her mind, causing her to stop with wider eyes. Him, he's in danger! She moved to climb off the couch, only to cry out and fall due to the sharp pain in her side. Tears began to brim her eyes, but she forced herself to stand, but her legs felt like rubber since her body was still trying to get rid of the influence of the drug. She stumbled toward the door, before collapsing against the frame, gasping at the pain from her rib. She gritted her teeth against the pain as she wrapped one arm around the injured side of her, before using the other to turn the handle of the closed door and pull it open. The manor's foyer looked rather empty. Where were the servants? She looked around, hoping to see some sort of staff to warn. There were none.

"Hello! Can anyone here me!" Mary called out frantically as she pushed herself off the door frame and wander out into the middle of the foyer. Her shoes echoed throughout the empty room. No answer. "Hello!" She cursed underneath her breath as she stumbled toward the stairs.

Jonathan smirked as he closed the metal door to the power box with a smirk. That will stop anyone from trying to call the cops. He had made sure to kill the electricity and it would definitely take a while for so much as a repair man to arrive. A door to the manor swung open with a loud thrash against the siding of the house, causing the blond haired and blue eyed man to look at disturbance. A young boy with blond hair and green eyes walked out a repellent pack on his shoulders and a child-like grin on his face. Jonathan narrowed his eyes, Carols had missed a servant. He blinked when he noticed that the boy's eyes landed on him, before giving a pleasant smile. The boy smiled back.

"Oh, hello, sir!" He said brightly. Jonathan made sure to make his smile more warmly.

"Hello, young lad," The man said back to the kid, making sure the gun was concealed behind his back.

Okay, so I'm sorry if things are being updated so slowly T-T It's not my fault I swear! I'm trying to get things (like homework) done. Dang teachers of mine.