A/N So... yeah. Swearing. Not a lot, but there is some. You have been warned!! :) The codes are as always! But for those of you unfamiliar : Y/N - First name : L/N - last name : H/C - Hair colour : E/C - Eye colour : all for now!!! And yes, you have long hair. I'm sorry, but it's just so much more dramatic!!! :3

You silently crept through the dark, your bare feet making no noise on the soft, wet grass. The only thing you were worried about, was how easy it would be to track you. The grass so soft, the earth moved down even under your light tread. But that didn't matter, you had a mission, and failure was not an option.

You approached the phantomhive manor surprisingly easily. However, that should have been expected, your skills were renowned all through England after all. The lights were still on, but only in a few rooms. That was not good, this was not how it was supposed to go.

You took a deep breath, and put the hood on your cloak up, pinning your thick H/C back. It doesn't matter. The little earl's room light is off, thats all that matters. You quickly thought to yourself. Then you heard a stirring in the forest you approached from.

On instinct you jumped into the nearest tree, butting up against the trunk, staying as still as you could. You saw a man in all white approach. Even his hair was platinum, with the pale skin glowing in the moonlight. Before you could stop it, a thought popped into your head. He's actually pretty cute... then you scolded yourself. What the hell Y/N!!! Don't EVER think something like that again! For god's sake!!!

"Who was that? I thought the earl said he left his guards inside for the party." Suddenly the man shivered, and his hand twitched to his sword. "Maybe the place is haunted.." he whispered to himself.

The famous Earl Grey... You thought to yourself, and went over what you knew about the queens bodyguard. As far as I know, he's basically indestructible. And it turns out he's afraid of ghosts? What next, snakes? You snickered at your own terrible joke, then slapped a hand to your mouth.

Too late.

The earl's sword embedded itself into the trunk a centimetre away from your head. You let out a small gasp, nothing more. You had trained for things this, not You were almost positive that beating the earl was impossible, especially for you.

You jumped out of the tree with a silent landing, at the expense of your damned weak ankles. The right one was hurting so bad you began to limp. And, though you were moving as quickly and quietly as possible, after a few steps, you felt cold metal against your neck, and a voice rung in your ear.

"Found you!"

You were about to grab your knife when his free hand took both yours, and held them behind your back in a rather uncomfortable position. Damn him! How can he treat this as a game! Tears came to your eyes, as the position you were in put a lot of weight on your right ankle. Why does this hurt so much?! It's as if it decided to be extra terrible because of this!

The earl removed his blade from your neck, and sheathed it. His other hand released one of your hands, and you took no time in moving it to your knife.

"I wouldn't do that." The earl whispered in a playful voice. A voice you would have loved to slap. Really, you had no idea how this guy could take everything so lightly. Maybe you were too serious?

You merely grunted in reply. Then felt a sharp pain in the side of your neck. He had cut you!

"Now, I suggest you get off phantomhive property before one of his lovely servants comes to take care of you. After all," he released your hands, "You don't seem too capable."

You wheeled around in anger, ready to actually slap him, but you were only met with air.

"You know, that temper will get you in trouble!" He ran off cackling. You were half tempted to run after him, but the pain in your ankle and neck reminded you. I'll have to come back another time. Maybe when that ridiculous earl is gone.

You grabbed for your knife, about to take your anger out on a nearby tree, when you realized it was gone. You were confused, but only for a moment. That bastard cut me with my own knife!

You were furious, as that knife had meant a lot to you. It was a family heirloom, and with everyone dead, you were the only one left who could have protected it. But it wasn't like you were having any kids any time soon, it didn't matter that much.

You slowly walked back, limping the whole way, and holding your neck, to try and slow the bleeding.

~~ Amazing perspective change! Epic time skip! ~~

I ran to the queen's study, holding the knife close. I could have sworn there was one exactly like it in there. I knocked on the door, and the queen kindly said come in. I slowly walked in, concealing my heavy breaths.

"Ah! Charles! What is it?"

I took a deep breath, then realized words were not necessarily required here. I laid the knife on her desk, and said a single word, a question.

"Familiar?"

Her eyes were wide, and she dropped the pen she had been using. She took a small breath before speaking, "Where did you get this?"

I quickly told her the story, all about the girl in the woods, and how well she had concealed her prescence.

"Well. That makes sense." I thought she was mocking me for a moment, before she looked up, her eyes dead serious. "May I ask you a favor?"

I was taken aback, "Of course."

"I want you to find this girl, and bring her here, by any means necessary. I must speak with her."

"Okay?" I couldn't keep the question out of my voice, and I mentally hit myself for questioning the queen.

"Haha!" The tense atmosphere vanished with her laugh. I relaxed. "I suppose you want to know why? Go ahead, it's fine! It's no secret."