The Eldest Phantomhive

Chapter Two

"Oh Adrian," The eldest son of Vincent and Rachel Phantomhive, sang softly as he quietly walked through the Undertaker's shop that once sparked his own morbid fascination with death when he was a child.

And just as swiftly, he caught Undertaker's long silver tresses with his claws while his fangs were bared in a dark grin, his cat ears alert and the scar running down his left eye made the Undertaker begin to shake in anger.

"What have they done to you? I promised Vincent that I would protect you and your little brother," Undertaker's now glowing acidic green eyes met his godson's jewelled kaleidoscope crimson and amber gaze.

"They defiled me and did their best to sacrifice us in order to ensnare a very powerful demon to serve them and their twisted desires, my little brother has most of his innocence still intact but I fear my soulshattering screams of agony still haunt him now, Sebastian saved us and he is mine as I am his, he healed us as best as he could," Vladimir explained as his godfather embraced him tightly.

As Undertaker's hands lightly traced the scar running over his godson's left eye, he felt his anger summon his death scythe.

"Ciel has his suspicions about yours and Grell's true identities but I forbade Sebastian from revealing it to him, and as his mate, he will obey my wishes before he obeys my little brother," The eldest Phantomhive smiled coldly.

His little brother was someone he could never be angry at but he sometimes wished that Ciel would just let him work on the gore filled cases alone.

"They'll be visiting me today, I can sense your demon's presence drawing nearer, stay until you have to leave, vaftistikós, it'll ease my insanity," Undertaker ruffled his godson's pale cornsilk coloured hair and then laid down in one of his coffins, his long silvery hair covering his mesmerizing eyes once more.

The godson of Undertaker then gracefully leaned into another coffin, closing his jewelled eyes and crossing his arms over his lightly muscled chest.

His pointed cat ears alert as he sensed his little brother and their demonic servant nearing his godfather's shop and then with a barely audible blowing sound, the door opened slowly, creaking loudly.

"Why is my darling nephew in this macabre shop? He's in a coffin fitted for him!" Madam Red's scandalized feminine voice cried out.

Ciel resisted the urge to roll his eye at his crimson haired aunt's antics, she had never once not been dramatic.

And he knew that she preferred his older brother over him, due to Vladimir resembling more of their mother but with their father's eyes.

While the younger Phantomhive brother greatly resembled their father but with their mother's eyes.

But both brothers loved each other equally, they had been through Hell and back, their precious blood had been spilt and then replenished.

"Vladimir, awaken," Undertaker's usual insane husky voice cackled and his godson's thick dark long eyelashes fluttered lightly against his high cheekbones before his eyelids flashed open, revealing jewelled crimson and amber irises with honey gold specks within.

He yawned cutely, his fangs and canines showing while his tail snaked around his demon mate and pulled him close.

Vladimir then snuggled into Sebastian who smiled lovingly at his Neko mate while stroking his pale locks.

Ciel merely rolled his eye at his older brother but no one missed the adoration that he held for the elder Phantomhive.

"Undertaker, you've had a new customer, a Jane Doe, tell me what happened to her," Ciel demanded and at first Undertaker was going to refuse until he felt his godson's tail smack him lightly.

So reluctantly, Undertaker told the younger Phantomhive how the Jane Doe had arrived in his shop and he noticed Ciel's usually pale face gain a slight green tint to it as Undertaker relayed all of the gore filled information to him.

"Only one person fits our suspect list, Viscount of Druitt, Aleister Chambers, also known as Aleister Trancy, he's having a ball tonight to celebrate the last season," Ciel's bright electric blue eye roamed over his older brother whose jewelled eyes narrowed at him.

"I will not seduce him either, however I might charm him into revealing if he is truly behind these gruesome murders, otherwise you can be our bait for tonight, little brother," Vladimir let out a purr as a now agitated Sebastian pulled him even closer.

Ciel didn't want to be bait, no doubt Finnian would find out and he didn't want his strong gardner to worry about him or feel like the youngest Phantomhive was losing interest in him, because he was not.

"Fine but only if you swear not to tell him," Ciel gritted out and his older brother nodded while making a liplocking gesture.

Timeskip to the ball

"I don't understand why I have to dress up your niece!" Ciel scowled.

He was lucky that his older brother was already at the ball with Lau and Ran-Mao, while he was dressed as a girl in a beautiful pink frilly dress and faux inky black blue hair tied into pigtails, his bangs covering his right eye.

"Because dear, I've always wanted a niece after a nephew!" Madam Red answered cheerfully, making Sebastian hold back a snort of amusement at his young lord's predicament.

They then arrived at Aleister Chambers' manor, while Ciel fumed on the outside, on the inside, he did his best to push away the haunted memories of his and Vladimir's tragic past.

"Little sister, might I introduce you to our gracious host, Aleister Chambers, my Lord, meet my darling little sister, Cecilia," Vladimir gracefully twirled his younger sibling around and then as they stopped in sync, Ciel curtsied and Vladimir bowed.

"It's a pleasure, my little miss," Aleister kissed Ciel's dainty hand that matched his older brother's and then Sebastian showed up to sweep his Neko mate into his arms for the first dance.

Ciel knew his older brother and their demon butler would not let any harm come to him so he let himself fall unconscious after being sprayed, into the perverted arms of the Viscount of Druitt, Aleister Chambers.