"Victorian era?" Ciel repeated, un-amused and thoroughly confused of his guest's behavior.

"..." Greg was strangely silent, the wary quiet surrounding him like a haughty aura. His expression was grim, a flicker of panic swimming in those aquamarine orbs. He gulped thickly, the action expectantly difficult, considering how dry his throat had became. A few more minutes passed and Ciel was now indubitably curious, a prompt clearing of his throat urging Greg to go on.

Greg's face hardened. "...I can't believe this.." He started, his tone indicating that he was blatantly ignoring Ciel all together. "Shit like this.. just doesn't happen-!" His eyes widened. "That tree! Goddammit. Penny could fucking be anywhere!" He held his head in his hands, his fingers desperately clutching the matted strawberry blonde locks, his face blanching two shades lighter. "Fuck! Shit! Goddamn! That piece of shit!"

"Your language is atrocious." Ciel stated blankly. His patience was wearing dangerously thin. "Will you care to elaborate exactly what has gotten you in such a fit." It wasn't a question, more of a demand. It took another minute before Greg's eyes met Ciel's darker blue eyes. He blinked once before sucking in a short breath. Finally his shoulders sagged, his hand cupped his face, his upper body slouching forward, his elbows leaning against his parted knees, sigh rushing from his lips.

"No wonder you guys are the way you are.." He commented after another moment.

Ciel's eyebrow twitched, he was irritated and thoroughly done being patient. "Sir Greg-"

"I'm not from here. I'm American.."

"That explains your accent and.. behavior-"

"..From the future."-Fucking smartass, he almost added.

One, two beats.

"Well then."

xxx

"Ah~! Little Earl, to what honor do I owe the visit?" An eerie giggle resonated from within the shop. Greg had gradually overcame his shock, burying the emotions to confront another time. He gulped. Somehow, he just knew this guy was going to be a creep. He sold coffins, for Chrissake!

One casket lid slowly lifted open, a pale hand pushing it away. Following the hand was an equally as pale body, emerging like a zombie would from a cemetery. Greg shivered, involuntarily shifting towards Ciel, despite the latter being comically shorter than him. Ciel seemed a bit irritated, but otherwise unfazed.

"Undertaker," The boy addressed stiffly, a business tone thick in his British accent. His eyes momentarily flickered to Greg, who's focus was entirely settled on this 'Undertaker'.

"Uh.." Greg stalled, backpedaling from his position when the shaggy haired man's head tilted to his direction. "Are you sure this guy is legit?" His back stopped against a wall. Which was odd, considering he was sure he was directed to the door.

"Undertaker is as legitimate as it gets, I assure." Purred a husky voice. Greg choked on his own spit, spluttering as he whipped around. Turns out that wall was actually a smiling Sebastian.

"Dude! Seriously!" Greg's voice unsuccessfully tried to suppress the involuntary shriek to his usually masculine voice. Sebastian tilted his head, blinking twice at the panting Greg. His smirk was barely concealed as his sensitive ears picked up the erratic thumping of the other male's heart. Before the demon could reply, Undertaker giggles interrupted him.

The laughter had alerted the blonde of the other creep's presence, causing the teen to whorl around once more. The blonde's cheeks heated up in humiliation.

"A bit jumpy this one!" Undertaker's giggles settled into uncontrollable chuckles. "You're far from home, aren't you, little Mary*?" Ciel was a cross of disgusted and amused. Sebastian didn't bother to hide his smirk. Greg looked a bit confused. He assessed everyone else's reactions before furrowing his eyebrows.

"Little Mary?" He repeated, his voice giving away blatant confusion.

Sebastian leaned close to Greg, one gloved hand cupping the side of his mouth, murmuring the answer to his unsaid question into his ear. Greg blinked before growling at the now laughing shop owner. "You fucking-! I'll kick your ass!" A gloved hand grasped his shoulder, holding the furious and embarrassed teen back from throttling the hysterically cackling Undertaker.

A few minutes passed and things slightly settled down. Greg was glaring at an innocent coffin, trying to rekindle his male pride from it's obvious bruising.

"Undertaker," Ciel started. "Sir Greg here had earlier stated that he is from the future," A pause. "We're also assuming that his comrades are from this future as well. Is what he says true?"

Undertaker grinned. "Aye, little Earl, I'll answer, so long as you pay the price.." He drawled.

"Sebastian." Ciel commanded.

"Very well," Sebastian stepped forward before Undertaker outstretched a hand.

"I'm curious as to what the time traveler can offer." There was silence before Ciel directed a pointed look at Greg, who was now all ears. The blonde rose an eyebrow.

"Hey, I'm broke. Use your own money." He grumbled.

"It's not money he wants, Sir Greg." Sebastian elaborated.

"A good laugh is more valuable than gold." Greg had to scoff at that. You can't buy a Lamborghini with a few ha-ha's, He thought grimly. He shrugged. The guy was obviously a kook, so what did it matter?

"Alright!" Greg grinned, racking his brain for some dirty joke he had stored. He snickered, remembering one he had told Penny once. She had glared but tried to fight the grin pulling at her lips. "A pedophile and a kid are walking through a forest. The kid turns to the pedophile and says 'this forest is scaring me'. The pedo turns to the kid and says 'you think you're scared? I have to walk home alone.'" Greg cackled, slapping his knee. "Wait wait! I have another one! How much babies does it take to paint a wall?.. Depends how hard you throw them!" He was on a roll. "Okay, okay! One more! Waking up is the second hardest thing in the morning!" He slapped his knee once more. It took him a moment to realize that he was the only one laughing. Ciel glared, a disgusted scowl tugging at his lips. Sebastian was watching him with a raised eyebrow. The Undertaker grinned, giggling a bit, though for another reason all together.

Sebastian spoke first. "Who knew Sir Greg had such a morbid sense of humor." He smiled and Greg sighed.

"Ah yes, quite refreshing." Undertaker agreed, laughter lacing his tone.

Greg 'tch'ed. "At least Penny appreciates my sense of humor.." He muttered begrudgingly.

"Now," Sebastian smiled, ignoring the blonde. "If I may ask Sir Greg and Young Master to wait outside momentarily."

xxx

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!"

"I bet it isn't even that funny." Greg grumbled.

Ciel ignored him.

"I bet the punchline is stupid too."

"..."

"My jokes were comedy gold! You agree, right?"

Ciel rubbed the bridge of his nose, deciding once again on not humoring the older boy.

"Want me to tell another one?" Receiving no answer, he continued. "Alright, so a duck walks into a bar-"

"Your blasted 'jokes', as you so call them, are just furthering my suspicions that you are an imbecile."

"..."

"..."

"Seal."

xxx

"Alright, I'll tell you!" Undertaker snorted, a dribble of drool sliding down the corner of his grinning mouth. Greg stared at the drool in pure disgust. Couldn't he feel it? Everyone else seemed content on ignoring the drool, as they waited for him to calm down.

"What the time traveler says is true~" He said, unnecessarily stretching out his words. "He, along with two others have entered this world of which they do not originally belong-"

"You mean Penny and Suzie, right?" Greg pressed, causing Undertaker to pause and grin widely at him. Greg went on. "Do you know anything that can lead us to Penny? She's kinda short, curly hair, a huge pervert-"

"Sir Greg, please calm down." Sebastian coaxed a few feet away. At that moment, he realized that he was shouting, holding the darkly clad reaper's shoulders. The teen blinked, prying his hands off the other male, to which said male laughed, his grin prominent.

"Ah, that one." The reaper let out a laugh that sounded ominous. "I'm sure you've taken notice, Mister Butler?"

If Sebastian reacted any to what was said, he didn't show it. The butler gave a close eyed smile. "It's hard to miss." He answered lightly. Ciel cast a glance towards his butler, indicating that they were going to discuss what was said.

"Wait-! What do you mean 'that one'?!" Greg mocked Undertaker's voice.

"Sebastian." Ciel ordered.

"Yes, my lord."

The next thing Greg could properly register was impending darkness.

I yawned, rising from my bed and stretching like a cat. In my daze, I flopped back down onto my hoard of fluffyfluffy pillows. If I wasn't being used for Earth's ultimate demise, I might say that this is the life.

Jeremy doesn't eat, nor does he really sleep- he says that resting is more of a luxury, but that is the most of it- so that meant I got his bed for the majority of the day and get to eat whatever I want. Jeremy was out doing business stuff, such as getting his name out there as some downlow rich foreign Spanish viscount and other things, which finally meant personal space.

I COULD FINALLY BREATHE!

THANK YOU SWEET JESUS IN HEAVEN!

Do you know how suffocating it is to have some demented overbearing angel over your shoulder 23 hours of a day?

The answer is very.

Surprisingly, I was more accepting of the fact that I'm trapped in the Victorian area than I expected. It's probably because I predicted I was pretty much screwed since the beginning.

Nothing really surprises me anymore, to be quite honest.

Okay, that's a straight up lie.

Let's look back on my reaction, shall we?

.

.

I blinked rapidly, still trying to take in my surroundings. I noticed the big Ben, standing tall and proud, but when I looked around, I saw everyone wearing Victorian styled clothing. Some wearing more expensive looking suite's and dresses, others wearing similar drab as me. I blinked again, confused and alarmed, my heart pumping aggressively against my chest, as if trying to burst out. I glanced over at Jeremy, he had changed clothing into a mahogany suit and top hat, his head held high in the mild arrogance a viscount would hold. I gulped, my eyes still wide and searching.

Somehow, I was in London, England.

In the Victorian era.

Are you fucking kidding me.

Greg wasn't going to get my facebook message anytime soon.

"A bit overwhelming isn't it?" Jeremy's voice murmured.

"..Okay.." I muttered under my breath.

"Penelope?"

"...Okay.." A storm was brewing.

"Are you alright-"

"OKAY! OH-FUCKING-KAY! I GEDDIT! REALLY, I DO! YOU HATE ME, RIGHT?! YOU FUCKING HATE ME!-" I was cut off from my impeccable rant to the sky by a dull pain to my neck. Suddenly, I was engulfed in a white haze, my vision going fuzzy. Arms caught me, that last thing I remembered was Jeremy's disappointed frown.

.

.

And that was what had eventually led me here. A large, pretty -obviously- Victorian styled mansion. A woman had came by, explaining that 'Master Jeremiah' was out for the evening and wouldn't be back until 'tomorrow'. At first, my coherent thought was 'who the fuck is dis bitch?'. The second was something like 'Master-who?'. Of course, realizing that outrighteously asking her in that manner would most likely be considered rude, so instead I sat there staring like an idiot before formulating a proper sentence.

"...Uh."

The woman smiled encouragingly.

Awkward.

Well, she seems nice, but I'm not good with new people. What should I do? She smiled, I should smile too. My lips curved upwards in a tight lipped impish grin that most likely made me seem like a sarcastic bitch. I sighed. Alright. Say something. Say something you idiot! You look like a dickhole all quiet like this-

"Uhm, I like your apron."

She glanced down at herself, chuckling softly. "I am Darcy, I will be training you to become a proper maid as soon as Master Jeremiah returns."

Jeremiah-Jeremy.

The way is clear now.

Wait- did she just say I was going to be trained to be a maid? But I thought we were just pretending!

Pushing my discomfort aside, I finally forced myself to speak. "Uh.. so.. where am I? And where is Master Jeremiah anyhow?"

"We're in Master Jeremiah's home. Master had carried you in, explaining that you grew tired and fainted-" Fainted? Seriously. How bout 'knocked me the fuck out?' "-He is out attending business at the moment. He has ordered you to stay in bed until he arrives, and I am to make sure you do."

"Wonderful." I added.

She smiled brightly, apparently not regarding my sarcasm. "Is there anything you particularly need that I can get for you, miss?"

I was quiet for a moment. "Is it just you and I as maids? Where did you come from?"

She chuckled a little. "Yes, and I am the housekeeper when Master Jeremiah is away. I am to maintain the mansion."

"Ah.." I furrowed my eyebrows. Well this is only a bit confusing. Just how long did this woman know Jeremy? How old is Jeremy really? I've only known him for about 3 years, nothing more, nothing less.. Could he have been harboring this second home in advance until I consented for his surprise rape?

Great. He had this thing planned out all along!

How am I going to really get out of this?!

Actually, the real question is, am I going to get out of this?

xxx

When I roused randomly late at night, I was overwhelmed with the intense presence in the room. My eyelids flew open to see Jeremy staring down at me, his face hovering a good 5 inches away from mine.

"Ack!" I yelped, flinching in surprise.

He was sitting on my side, his free hand caressing the side of my face, his thumb rubbing under my eye. It was soothing, in a sense, but still incredibly creepy.

"Wha-what are you doing?" I hissed, my voice hoarse from disuse, one hand coming up to rub my eyes awake. His hand slid down to my neck, his eyes staring intently at my airway. I stared at him like an idiot.

"You're really creepy, you know that." I muttered.

He suddenly dipped his head low, his breath hot against my skin. "Whoa, whoa, buddy!-" My eyes widened when I felt lips against the nape of my neck. My face heated up like a furnace, slow but surely. My breathing hitched. I was extremely sensitive around the neck- Greg sometimes tickled me there. My face cringed when I felt teeth burying into my dark flesh, the skin caught between the two rows of teeth abused with licks and suckles. I was sure the skin was darkening into an embarrassing red. Unluckily for me, Jeremy decided that once hickey wasn't enough.

Eventually, he drew away, his pink tongue running over his lips once. "Don't cry." He murmured, the accusation surprising me.

I was ..crying?

That's ridiculous!-

I sniffled.

Okay maybe I was.

His thumb ran over the liquid at the corner of my eyes, an involuntary flinch causing him to stop. My heart was thumping with panic, causing me to be hit with a new sense of reality.

This was actually real.

I could die.

"Consider it your punishment for causing such a public scene." He whispered into my ear, his voice unusually sultry. I gulped, randomly remembering what he had said a few days ago.

.

"So I've chosen to speed things up."

.

Well tickle my fanny and call me Kimberly.

I'm no psychic, but I'm solidly sure the future ain't too bright for me.