Hola! This is a black butler fan fiction, you have been warned! I Do not own the original characters (lol obviously) any who, carry on! Enjoy the show
HoshizoraMe my bestie Helen-chan! Hope you like the rest of it Helen-chan!

March 20, 1888

I stayed within the shadows in England's city. My white hair nearly illuminated in the shadow. Two young children were sitting nearby, both were homeless. My crimson gaze locked onto one of them, refusing to move. "U-uh miss. Do you have anything you can spare?" The oldest of the two asked. I may be a demon, but I still took pity on something as pathetic as that.

   I got out a small coin bag and gave it the little boy. He smiled, "God bless you Miss!" I had no use for those phrases to be honest, much like I didn't have to be selfless either, I was just happy to be rid if those coins. It has been awhile since I have devoured any soul, and I didn't really care. I hated being a demon, but I couldn't just kill myself. I knew that much.

   I began walking the less taken roads. men with a woman on their arm, Children playing about, women shopping, then there was me. I appear with the age of 21. an older looking man came into view, he was intoxicated. "Hi there sweetheart, what's a pretty little thing like you doing here?"

   I rolled my eyes internally, men and their ridiculous antics. I am an Ex-phantomhive servant but I will not be treated like one by an idiot. "Let me pass." I say, he steps out of my way but he grabbed at my arm. I whirrled out of his reach and knocked him to the ground. "You do not wish to mess with someone such as me, do you?"I ask, putting on an innocent face.

   If there was one thing I do well, it was playing the role of innocent. "L-let me up, p-please." I kept my foot on his chest, not budging with his struggling. "But, your the one who attacked me first. I just made it hurt." I say, my eyes melting into pools of sinful pink, which only made him struggle more.

   I heard a chainsaw coming towards my head, I reached my hand out and caught it by two fingers. A damned grim reaper's death scyth was between my fingers. "Hello miss, I ask, are you about to kill this young man?" A red headed man asked me, I shifted my gaze and was caught off guard. The man escaped, "not anymore. Damned grim reaper..." I said. "Hey! I have a name too you know!"

   I sighed, pushing my hair from my face, "yes? What might it be? I will try to kill you all the same." The most ridiculous thing happened, the man twirled around, his long red hair and red coat following behind. "I am Grell Sutcliff, at your service miss-" "Moon, Scarlet Moon. And you just made me loose my cheap meal." "I am glad to make your acquaintance Scarls. Who knew I would run into another demon.." He mused, I was beginning to loose my temper, and it took a lot to make me loose it. "Do not call me Scarls... I hate that name. Anyway, what do you mean, 'another demon'?"
   "Don't you know anything Scarls? Oh wait, your the one that was running through the grim reaper news a few centuries ago. For destroying three continents." I closed my eyes, impatience, that's what it was called, I was growing impatient. "Grell! Would you shut up and answer my question!" I shouted, he was completely annoying! I hated it, I turned around and began to walk away. "oh. You know you don't need to shout. Is the name Sebastian Michaelis familiar to you?"

   I stopped, and turned around, "you have my attention. Please say, who is this, Sebastian Michaelis?" After Grell had given me the information I needed, I learned he serves Ciel Phantomhive. Five hundred years ago I served the phantomhives, then again I was young and hungry. I remember being obsessed with Earl Samuel Phantomhive's soul, but that was in the past.

   "Thank you for your generous donation of information, but I really must be going." As quickly as I came, I was gone in a flash. It was growing dark, I would have to reach the manor soon, for it was past time for me to return.