You blew it, you felt like you had missed your chance at being a main character. Maybe it was for the best, death followed those two like a shadow. Still, you thought that maybe something more was supposed to happen.

You slumped down on top of yet another coffin. Feeling the weight of the situation hang around your neck and you choked, a sob making its way past your lips. What were you doing there? More importantly, how were you supposed to go back? Back to your own world with your friends, family and modern luxuries.

You would be lying if you said you weren't terrified that you might never go back. You would have preferred to not exchange your fluffy blankets and fatty snacks for stiff rags and dog treats. You rubbed at your eyes, trying and failing to rid yourself of tears as fresh ones kept pouring out. You were panicking, your throat felt tight and all you could hear were your own ragged breaths.

"Are you a'ight?" You heard the undertaker ask between your hiccups. No answer formed on your mouth so you shook your head, feeling hopeless. Curling up into a ball and crying would do nothing, of course you knew that, but sometimes it helped to clear your head. You folded in on yourself, hugging the blanket tighter.

As you quietly cried the reaper shuffled around you, going about his own business. There were customers who came in while you sat there, defeated, most of which appeared to be grieving families looking for the undertaker's service but there were a few who came looking for information. Kindly, the reaper warned you before he showed off a dead body and you took that moment to step outside and establish your surroundings.

The bakery across the street, the one you were kicked awake in front of, the hat shop next to it and then the residential building next to that. Even as the shops changed as you looked down the street, one thing stayed a constant, the beggars and disheveled looking men, women and children. They lined the footpaths and you watched as people dressed in bright dresses and pristine suits scoffed at the less fortunate.

You hated to see it, those poor people looked down upon because of their social standing. You then thought to yourself just how easily that could have been you if you hadn't woken up across the street of the undertaker's shop. If he hadn't believed your story so easily.

Once the customers had left you made your way back into the shop. The reaper beckoned you over and you oblige, curious what he wanted.

"It's just occurred t'me, dearie, that I never got ya name. I mean, ya seem t'know all 'bout me. I'd like ta put a name to ya face." The man's top hat slid forward as he leaned toward you and he set it back straight.

You hadn't even realized you forgot to tell him your name, it seemed kind of silly but then again, he didn't ask for it you suppose. "It's [Y/N]." you told him, running a hand through your hair and realizing it needed a brush, badly.

"[Y/N]? I see, fantastic! Well, [Y/N] 'm off to run some errands. I'll be back when th'sun is down, ya welcome to stay in th'shop an' if anyone comes by tell 'em ill be back lata." He made a move toward the door and you stumbled to stop him.

"Wait, wait, where are you going?" you asked, curious what was so important that you had to be left alone until dark.

"Me biscuits don't replace 'emselves." He let loose a giggle and your face fell flat. You were being left defenseless in a world you had only just woken up in because he wanted dog treats? You could have cried again.

Before you could voice your concerns he was out the door leaving you stunned. Great. You made your way over to the door and locked it, as much as you would have liked to do as the undertaker asked, your anxiety was telling you that you shouldn't answer the door if anyone came knocking.

A few people knocked on the door over the next, what you guessed, was hours. You did as you were told, sort of, and yell out that the undertaker would be back later. It was a bit awkward when people continued to jiggle the handle even after you had told them, leaving disappointed. You found it hard to curb your boredom and the thought that you were probably surrounded by dead bodies in the coffins had been extremely unnerving.

By the time it started to get dark you began looking for a light switch, realizing very quickly that there wasn't one. You were really hoping that reaper came back soon, how long did it take to get dog treats anyway? Though, you assumed that was probably just a cover story.

It had been a while since the last knock on the door and you were sitting in a chair beginning to doze off, the light completely disappearing from the room when the sound of the door opening and closing alerted you.

You called out, "Undertaker, is that you?" and stood up from the seat, still keeping that scratchy blanket around you, though you had gotten used to the feeling by then.

When you got no reply, worry instantly filled your body and you felt a pit in your stomach. "Undertaker, is that you?" you tried again, "please answer, I'm getting scared." still no reply. You begged your eyes to readjust so you knew where the person was because your ears were failing you, too filled with the sound of your own heart pumping blood and adrenaline into your veins.

You were about to scream when the light of a candle caught your attention. Standing next to the candle was a figure you weren't sure you expected.

"Good evening, miss." came the silk of the demon's voice.

"Sebastian..." you blurted out, holding a hand to your chest and breathing a sigh of relief, even if you weren't sure you should be relieved.

"My, it hardly seems fair for you to know my name when you've yet to tell me yours, madam." Sebastian walked toward you with a candlestick in hand, the flame flickering as he moved. Regardless of height it felt like no matter how tall you were, he would tower over you with sheer intimidation alone. "Would you do me the honor of sharing it with me?"

Charming, you had to admit it, this demon was charming. You took a moment gazing into those deep red eyes, noticing just how devilish they looked in person. "My-" you had to swallow the spit in your throat before you choked, "My name is [Y/N], it's nice to meet you." You extended a hand for him to shake, momentarily forgetting what time period you were in.

Sebastian spared you a tight smile and took your hand, turning it over and bringing it to his lips to place a light kiss to your knuckles. It was a surprise to be sure, welcomed but definitely surprising. He lifted his head and offered you a devilish grin, just barely showing his teeth. You quickly brought your hand back to your chest, feeling heat prick at the roses of your cheeks.

"The pleasure is all mine, lady [Y/N]." His hand dropped to his side and the moment had passed, you were now left to question what the butler was doing there in the first place. Seeming to read your discomfort, the man before you decided to explain. "I'm sure you're curious as to why I'm here." You nodded. He sighed, "The young master tasked me with dealing with the murders we were in earlier today to discuss. I was out this evening doing just that."

You weren't sure what to say but you thought he wanted you to ask, "What are you doing here though?" You weren't sure you wanted to know.

"I'm here because of your little display earlier today." His charming act had dropped and you noticed his smile had turned sour. "What I want to know is how you had that information."

Your body was struck with the urge to run, you suspected that was what prey felt when they had been spotted by a predator. You felt electricity in your muscles but you were smart enough to know you wouldn't get anywhere. So you answered, "It's probably not what you think! I promise!" you began, your hands coming up in defense and the blanket dropping in the process. "I-I'm not from here, I'm from a different world." You realized how unbelievable that probably sounded but you didn't want to die by this man's hands and you didn't think lying would get you anywhere.

His eyebrows raised and then scrunched a little, he looked like he was concentrating on you more now, "Do go on."

"You guys, you're all characters in a show I've watched before. You, Ciel, the undertaker all of you."

His look of confusion wasn't too surprising. He brought a gloved hand to his chin and hummed. "How strange, you are telling the truth yet your words are hardly believable." You felt relief wash over you, whiplash from the back and forth of your emotions taking its toll.

"How do you know I'm telling the truth?" you question, even you knew your story sounded insane.

"There are many signals humans give off when they're lying and I do not sense those in you when you speak." he replied, raking his eyes from your face to your hands. "Nor do I sense any reaction to me saying humans." a pause, contemplative, "do you perhaps know what I am?"

You realized he was right, he did say that, and any normal person probably would have reacted. You nodded, "Yes, I do, you're a demon."

"You know, normally I would kill you for knowing that. This is an interesting development."

You hope that meant he would not be killing you.

"I have a proposition." he finally said, after a pause that felt entirely too long for the situation. "You will come with me to the Phantomhive estate and you will work with the young Master and I in solving crimes." he took a step closer to you and you felt yourself pale. "You will not tell the Lord where you came from and how you know that which you do, you will however advise him of actions to take. You will not tell him everything though, it is imperative he figure out the important details on his own. I will not stand for you sullying my meal by handing him a cheat sheet. You will report to me of what is to come based on your knowledge." he backed up ever so slightly, "Your other option is I kill you for knowing far too much." a sinister smile made its way to his lips. "It would be unfortunate to waste your soul, as under contract I am not permitted to consume it."

It took a few moments for the cogs in your head to start spinning and for you to process the ultimatum you had just been handed. The obvious choice was to avoid death by accepting the offer, but you were reluctant to trust the demon.

He tilted his head, "Hurry now, make your choice."

You had to do it, your body deciding for you before you said anything. You nod a little frantically, "I accept."

"Good choice." he blew out the candle.