Unbetaed, slight lime warning, and please read the authors note.

This chapter by itself will not make much sense unless you have guessed my train of thought, which I doubt. So bare with it and keep in mind, everything I write that may seem off is completely intentional and will make sense by the end of this, so please stick with it.

November 3rd

Ciel awoke early the next morning and immediately got up, passing the broken doll on his way out into the hall. There by the window he found an old brush. Carvings of roses in the silver back of it and small bits of blonde hair snagged in its teeth. He looked out the window and saw an old rope hung from one of leafless branches. He smiled and held the brush limply at his side. How odd that some one would hang a rope from the tree…He then turned and walked back to his room, throwing the brush in and closing the door, not caring were it landed.

He descended the stairs and grabbed and apple from a bowl on the table, as his aunt was not up yet. He wondered when she had gone shopping yesterday; they had only just arrived then. He ate the apple and went out the front door and sat on the steppes of the grand house, eating slowly and watching the unchanging white sky pass above.

He contemplated what he should do today. Then an idea struck him. Perhaps he could brush up on the history of this silent little town. He got up, dropping the apple core and went down the street and into the town. He looked around, seeing the church and its ominous presents, what he assumed was a tailors shop, a small candy store, which he made note of to go and visit later and finally an old building caught his eyes. He moved toward it and as he approached he knew almost immediately that it was the library.

He walked up the stone stairs and through the swinging double doors into a large room, walls filled with cases of books, and divided into neat isles by the towering shelves. They were numbered and labeled, so ignoring the silver haired librarian dressed in a fairly skimpy outfit with an eye patch; he went immediately to the section listed as history.

It must have been hours that he spent there, looking through all the blank books, for not a word was printed on any of them. Finally he took out a large black book that was labeled "Horristal, a brief and wondrous tale" he opened it and flipped through the blank pages.

One page had seven words typed in a random place near the bottom left hand corner. He read it out loud.

"This is a town with no history" he murmured to himself. Then blanked. What? Was the only word that passed through his mind. "But that makes Sebastian a liar…and he's not a liar…" Ciel murmured. This town must have history. Was it simply so dark no one wanted to remember? "How stupid" he murmured. Painful and embarrassing or not, one cannot shove aside history. That's like putting aside a memory, which is unforgivable. Because even if it hurts, it's worth remembering. Even if it's bloody and grotesque, it disserves to be looked at and learned about.

It's earned the right, simply because it was able to become apart of this world. He wanted to know of this town's history. How dare they be so selfish and not face the past. He smiled now thought, because if they were not willing to face the past, then that meant they couldn't learn from it. That meant they hadn't learned. That meant they would repeat themselves. That meant they would face the past weather the wanted to or not. That meant they would be punished. That made him smile as he closed the book and replaced it on the shelf.

He passed the whore of a librarian on the way out. She smiled at him and he didn't speak to her. He didn't like her.

Once out in the main part of the square he headed to the candy store he had seen earlier. Its primary color was red. Red lollipops, red liquorish, red mints, chocolate with red wrapping and red gummy cherries. He liked this place. A lot.

The shop manager was a tall man with a very serious expression and wire rimmed glasses. His hair was swept to one side and his eyes focused on Ciel the entire time he moved around the store. The eyes of this man were not friendly; they seemed to probe into his very being, under his cloths. It felt disgusting. This man's mask was very plain, not the overly friendly masks of those who moved to unheard music outside, acting out there lives.

"Do you wish to buy something boy?" he asked finally, after undressing Ciel with his eyes for the fourth time. His voice melted into the silence, but not like Sebastian's. His was clear and calming. This man's voice faded, quickly forgotten. Ciel turned to him board. The man came out from behind the counter and approached Ciel, eventually backing him into a wall. One hand rested on either side of Ciel's head as the man leaned down and smiled. "Or perhaps you desire something…not on display?" his voice faded and Ciel forgot. Staring blankly he said quietly.

"Some one will see you acting this way, and I'm sure he won't be happy about it." Ciel said quietly, not really afraid, just untrusting. The man's smile went away and his mask was replaced.

"You know he's not aloud in town" he said. "He won't catch us" Ciel raised an eyebrow.

"I have no idea what your talking about, now get the fuck away from you pervert" with that the store clerk stepped back and Ciel went out of the red store, and back home, it was getting dark after all. The stars would be out soon, lurking across the sky, and so would Sebastian. He couldn't wait to meet Sebastian.

Without a word their mouths clashed, Sebastian winning in the overall fight for dominance. You are mine; no one will have you, wake up. This message his hands seemed to communicate to Ciel as his greedy hands slid the sweater from the boy's delicate body, revealing the milky white skin underneath. Ciel gasped between kisses as the man's hands roamed freely over his exposed chest, down his sides and along the top of his pants. The touches were like ice, ice so cold it set his skin aflame and he felt he would fall into nothing if not for his own bed keeping him above the fabric of space.

Sebastian broke the kiss and smiled crookedly down at the panting and blushing boy. Ciel's eyes were clouded with lust and need, his cheeks dusted with pink and his rosy lips parted to let in quick breaths of air. The image of total surrender is what this boy presented, and the man named Sebastian was driven mad by it. The boy may not know what he does simply by laying there, for he is an innocent in such matters. His body may not be a stranger to such touches this man gave, but his mind and soul were completely new to this voyage into the unknown raptures of loving with not only your body but your mind as well.

And though this man seemed the image of a predator, he not only wanted the young boy before him physically, but with this small souls mind as well. He wanted absolutely everything to do with this boy. And with a little push, he knew he could gain it. And the doll with the broken face sat on his dresser, witnessing their sinful act, with eyes as glassy as her owner.

Ciel was in utter bliss as Sebastian moved within him, long since accustomed to the familiar ache and the feeling of being ripped in half. Now every movement sent white hot pleasure through him as he shakily repeated the name of the man who he knew in his heart would soon own all of him.

There was a clenching in his stomach and he knew what it would signify when it finally uncoiled itself and it would leave him in raptures, enveloping him in such immense pleasure that he would not see the world around him for several moments.

When it finally came, he could not mover for moments after. Sebastian came at about the same time and now lay next to him, in his own version of bliss. His arms wound around the spent body of his young love and held him close.

"Sebastian" Ciel murmured against the pillows. "Tell me the rest of that story…" he whispered. Sebastian smiled and kissed the tousled locks of the one he held.

"Of course, my little love"

Moments later Ciel was following Sebastian into the woods out back, wrapped in Sebastian's warm coat. He looked up at the shining stars and smiled slightly, Sebastian had said he would explain his story in a more appropriate setting. Though why that was in the woods Ciel had no idea. He didn't let his thoughts linger, he had learned its best to not linger. Last one burner, if you're the first to run was what he had been taught. Those who wait tend to be engulfed in the approaching flames, because they were too curious to feel what it was like to have the bright pretty fire lick at their skin. Then they were dead. Ciel wouldn't allow himself to make such a stupid mistake. He would never be blind enough to sit and wait, wondering, only to meet an unsatisfying answer.

So it was without question that he followed Sebastian thought the dark woods, feeling the burning of his lips all over his skin, though the man walked inches from him. The sky grew darker until his only light was the glowing eyes of the one he loved. He thought nothing of it, nor the near shattering of silence.

Saturday, November 3rd

I met two new people today. They were very ugly people. But not Sebastian, he's so wonderful. I wish I could stay with him forever. The man with the unfriendly mask owns the candy store, and the whore with the eye patch runs the library. These people are obviously not proud of their past. This is stupid, from what Sebastian's told me, it seems very interesting. Maybe the angel in the woods will know if I ask him. He seems to be able to read the blank pages better then I can…how dare he.