Ciel Phantomhive x Reader
Part ONE of ONE

Details: 
Ciel is a YANDERE. The reader is HUMAN and DEPRESSED. Plot idea came from Cherlyn-Chan29 (soz, honey, but it was so long that I had to shorten your great idea a little!)

Rating: M
Death and sexy times are in this chapter. I can't believe I'm writing this. THIS IS SO LONG WTFFF! 

Killer's Love
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I didn't think I was high enough in status to receive his invitation. Being a wallflower at parties left me in peace, but apparently, I was noticed by the one and only Ciel Phantomhive. I'd seen him around a few times with his mysterious butler, and I knew he was infamously known as Her Majesty's guard dog.

When my personal servant, maiden Clementine, handed me the letter stamped with his very distinctive seal, I about fell out of my chair. 

We travelled to his manor, as per request, and I had to admit that the extravagant architecture of the huge building amazed me, not to mention the glorious gardens. "Look, dearest (Y/N), not even the gravel of the driveway shows signs of horseshoes!" My maiden said in an effort to excite me. I merely nodded. "His staff has done truly impeccable work!" 

"Please, maiden," I sighed. Her rambling was beginning to annoy me.

She huffed. "I want you to at least try and enjoy yourself today." 

The carriage came to a slow stop in front of the porch steps and I just about forgot my manners, but luckily, Clementine was there to stop me from stepping out of the carriage. "The head servant will open the door for you and assist you," she informed me. 

Ciel's butler was a man I'd never seen up close before. He always managed to disappear the moment I had the chance to really look at him. Now that he was standing in front of me, helping me out of the carriage, I could see just how handsome he was. Although, I argued in my mind, Ciel is far more attractive and much closer to my own age. 

The butler greeted the two us, introduced himself, and then his Master, who stood at the top of the porch steps. I approached and curtsied as gracefully as I could manage in my heavy skirts. "Oh, Phantomhive, your estate is ever so beautiful!" I stated dully. 

"Thank you," he replied with a smirk. 

The butler stepped forward. "This afternoon's tea shall be served in the garden. If you will follow me." We did, listening to Sebastian's rehearsed speech about the garden arrangements along the way. Clearly, Ciel Phantomhive wanted to impress me. 

I didn't think much of it. I just wanted to go home. 

There was a small table set up just ahead of us in a gazebo that was decorated heavily with roses and lit up by candles. The two of us, Ciel and I, took our seats, and after Sebastian poured us some tea, he left with Clementine to go do something servant-y. 

"I do hope the decor is to your liking. It has proven difficult to provide hospitality for someone who seems to hate everything," Ciel began, taking a sip of his tea. His one blue eye never left mine once. 

Picking up my own cup, I truthfully said, "I see you've been asking about me. It's not that I do not enjoy things, it is just that I can't. Your butler has done a flawless job though, you must give compliments from me." 

"Ah? How did you know it was Sebastian who did the work?" He seemed genuinely interested rather than annoyed. I thought for sure that he would try to argue that it was his gardener who did the work; Noblemen like him loved to show off how many servants he had. 

"I could see the outline of a gardener's clippers in his coat. He would have cut all the thorns off the display roses. Now that I've seen them, I can confirm my deduction." 

He was surprised, impressed even. "I knew you were clever, (Y/N). At a ball, hosted by the Midfords, maybe three months ago, I noticed you in that daring dress. Your late betrothed spared not a single glance, but I saw you." 

My jaw dropped in shock. How could he remember something so insignificant from that long ago? "How..." 

"You were beautiful. What a statement that dress was, and yet you are so young, only a year older than myself." I looked down at my lap, remembering that night. It was the dreadful night my betrothed was murdered. Augustus may not have looked at me twice, but I loved him dearly, held him close to my now shattered heart. His tiny smirk widened into a menacing grin. "Oh, yes, (Y/N), I saw you that night. He didn't, but I did, so I cut off his pretty little head and strung it up above his bed." 

I gasped, jumping up from my seat. Surely he was lying! I didn't want to believe it. Besides, even if he had done it, he wouldn't tell me he had! There was only one way I could be certain and my eyes, which were closed tight, opened to look at him once again. 

"He didn't see you and I didn't like that. He never deserved you, so I killed him!" 

The boy was terrifying and he was still staring at me, his prey, with an awfully lustful hunger dripping from his tongue. "See, my butler thinks I'm weak and cowardice, but with the full moon I STRIKE with the wolves!" He stood up and shoved me up against a pillar of the gazebo. I turned my head away in terror. 

"I want to go home," I said pitifully. As he leant in close to me, his hands tightly gripping my wrists, he softly dragged his nose up my exposed neck and something inside me sparked. 

I suddenly felt alive. 

He smiled, showing off perfect teeth. "See, I don't think you do. Your pulse is thumping so hard, I can see it. In fact, I think I can almost taste it!" His tongue darted out to lick the spot where I could feel my own pulse pounding against my skin. I felt as though I would burst, and a soft little whimper left my lips. 

"Ciel?" asked a sweet voice from nearby. The boy in question jumped back, his expression suddenly angry. "What are you doing with her, Ciel?" On the grass beside the gazebo was a young blonde girl wearing a horrific pink and yellow dress. "What are you doing?" she asked louder, on the verge of tears.

I immediately knew I was trespassing on her territory (even though he made the first move) and I allowed my body and mind to revert back to their saddened selves. "Do excuse me," I told her monotonously. "Sir Phantomhive and I were just having tea." 

"It would have been more than tea if she didn't turn up," he whispered into my ear, deliberately brushing his lips over my earlobe. My skin tingled, I could feel goosebumps on my arms, and my face flushed. 

"Ciel, I demand to know what's happening!" cried the girl. "Why are you standing so close! And...and why is she blushing?!"

Phantomhive, with one hand by his side and the other drawing soft circles into my lower back through my clothing, grimaced. "Honestly, Elizabeth, do try to keep at least some composure. Oh, and our engagement is over!" 

He darted forward with a flourish of his coat. It fell off his shoulders to reveal a viciously sharp knife tucked into his belt and Elizabeth screamed as he whipped it out, brandishing it above his head. In the light, I could see it was soaked in dried up blood, and I might have gagged if I weren't so...

Thrilled. 

When the knife came down, I felt a small smile tug at my lips. There was a guttered scream and a splattering of blood as Ciel sliced open the pathetic girl's face, even taking out her eye with the brutal swing. It dangled out of its socket and she screamed and writhed, dropping to the ground, sobbing and crying for help, for mercy. 

Ciel sliced and sliced, hacking open her body to spill her guts. I wasn't sure when she died, but it was maybe two minutes later when Ciel finally let go of his dagger, heaving. He faced me, eye wide, jaw dropped, and his tongue darted out to taste the blood all over his face. Somehow, it was an exhilarating sight to see, and my heart started to beat faster and faster. 

Just as suddenly as before, his expression twisted into a disgusting look of terror. "What have I done?" he whispered brokenly, lifting his hands to his line of sight. They shook, absolutely soaked in Elizabeth's blood. "I've killed her! What have I done?" 

He looked back into my eyes. "Help me," he begged. 

I noticed something in his gaze. It was cold. Knowing it was the eye of a liar, I stepped forward, offering my hand to him. "Ciel?" He took my hand, still pretending to shake and snivel. "Stop faking it." 

Ciel smiled again.

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FUCK ME. WHOA. I've never written a yandere before. That ending was so cool! I didn't want to end it all with bleeeggghhh lovey-dovey crap. It's obviously implied that he feels something for her so I didn't want to ruin the yandere moment with cheesiness.