Red Blood Stains the SnowSebastian Michaelis watched the snowy landscape flash past the train window; he could feel the icy fingers of the winter season tickling at his cheeks through the glass and he smiled thinly as his Young Master, Ciel Phantomhive, shivered slightly in his position on the seat next to his butler. He was sleeping, had been for the past hour as the train made its way through the snow-covered Northern hills of England. Sebastian had been ordered to protect Ciel for as long as necessary and then, once the contract was complete, he would devour the boy's soul as payment. Now, on Ciel's journey to a toy manufacturer in Scotland to discuss business opportunities, Sebastian was once again by his side, his loyal servant.
A sudden jolt rocked the train, stirring the young earl from his slumber. His bright blue eye looked sleepily up at Sebastian and his voice came out as a small croak,
"Sebastian, where are we?"
"I believe we have just crossed the border into Scotland, Bocchan."
Ciel sat up straigh