New Recruit. [ciel! ;D]

[shiannon kelli adair]

A normal day for the eighteen year old demoness as she lounged about in her dorm, lying on her bed, reading her journal from when she was a human. Urgh! she thought in disgust. How the hell could I have been so naive? She flung the notebook away from her. How cute the tennis boys were, how she loved helping around the house, how interesting she found Anne Of Green Gables - For the Devil's sake! How in the Devil's red Earth could she have been so compellingly boring?
Shiannon would never remember. Now, eighteen, at a complete change, she was under the influence of the Devil. She was a Demoness, designed to torment. And torment she did. She was an excellent person for her 'line of work' as she called it, and enjoyed her life very much. She could get what she wanted and do what she wanted on this soliditary confinment island, all because she was a guide. Someone to look out for people, guide them around. Shiannon had no problem with that, as long as it was someone in her league. A fellow demon or demoness, or even an excpetion for a Fallen Angel. They were all the same. Anything else, a strong werewolf or vampire she'd need to be careful around, or those stupid idiots, guardian angels and faeries, she'd nevershow them around. No matter what her influencer commanded, or what the owner of the island threatened. All sweet, innocent, shy people who got run down, defeated by the evils. Only the strong survived on this island. You could count yourself lucky of you weren't one of the shy ones.
Knock, knock. It was the door. Sighing, Shiannon's thick, black, pink, punky gothic boots hit the floor as she stood up and opened the door from which the noise had come from. No one was there, but Shiannon knew where to look. She looked down, and sure enough, there was a note. It was addressed to her, and it was in The Masters' handwriting.
Shiannon,
We've a New Recruit. Fallen Angel. You know what to do.
The Master.
A smirk arose on the Demoness' face. Finally, something to do, a new person to torment. Well, at least it was a Fallen Angel. Someone new from all the Demon's and Demonesses. She looked down at her plaid miniskirt, and short top which revealed her naval and toned stomach. Her rights shaded her legs to beige as she swished down the hall, not bothering to get anything from her dorm. Nothing was needed.
She pushed the wrought iron door open; it shut with a clang. Face up on the floor, a boy lay unconcious. A crate was near his feet. Shiannon proceded to sit upon it, but passed it after a seconds thought. On his chest was a number. 94670. She knew better. She ripped the number from his clothing, flipping it over and read the name on the back. ciel rene valentine. Ciel? that was this guys name? Oh, god. This was going to be annoying. She returned to her position on the crate.
A few minutes later, the boy was stirring. She smirked again, finally, he was awaking. She stared down at him, still on her crate. Her horns pointed slightly through her hair. She smirked at him, raising her eyebrows.
"Hello, Ciel. Welcome to your own soliditary confinement. I'm your guide, Shiannon. Any problems? Talk to me. Now, let's see. You were supposed to be a Fallen Angel." She began to prowl towards him, liting up his hair. "No horns, you're not a demon. You're not an angel, you've not got a halo. You're too big for a faerie. Excellent, you are a Fallen Angel." SHe gestured to the outline of the wings on his back, which were slowly starting to form. "Welcome to your own personal hell." And there, she sat on her crate a thrid time, smirking and waiting for his questions to begin.

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[ciel rene valentine]

* DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME .

Ciel sat shivering on the bathroom floor. The door was locked. The house was silent. The whole world seemed to be possessed with an overwhelming apathy for the boy. He felt so alone. Scared. Battling the demons in his head and slowly losing himself to them. He couldn't go on living like this. Not when living was nothing but a personal hell. The faces of strangers contorted into monsters. Eyes that watched him constantly, and suffocated him with an inescapable paranoia. Ciel pressed his hands to his eyes, trying to hold in the tears that kept flowing out. His head was swimming, swirling and spiraling out of control. Ciel lowered himself to the ground, pressing his face against the cold marble tile.

He held his hands against his mouth, discouraging the urge to vomit up the bottle of painkillers he had just swallowed. He listened fearfully as his heart pounded in his ears, the way his stomach churned and knotted. His fingertips went numb and his head felt lighter than air. Ciel found himself clawing the floor, as if he would fly away into space. His breath had quickened, panting almost, foaming listlessly at the mouth. And quite easily, Ciel no longer thought. A sweet and glorious feeling of complete euphoria overtook his nervous system for a fraction of a second before a dark blackness consumed him.

Ciel did not expect to feel again. He did not believe in Heaven or Hell, but that an infinite blackness would be more peaceful than living. And so, when his faculties started to return to him along with the feeling of awakening, he was groggily confused and disoriented. He felt the pain of living. Of breathing. Of surviving - made even worse by the furious burning sensation taking over his back. Ciel groaned softly, tightening his eyes shut in rebellion against life. It was only when he heard some woman speaking to him did Ciel's eyes flutter open, unable to comprehend what exactly she was saying.

Suddenly she was quite close, over him even, feeling up his hair. Ciel's spine tingled with the memory of his former captor, and he rebelled violently. "Don't touch me!" he snapped, crawling over to hide in the corner like a trapped rabbit. His wild blue eyes watched her every movement intently, studying her gothic-like figure and demonic horns. Ciel felt as if he was in a bad horror movie - certainly this couldn't be Hell, could it? His hands clutched at the searing pain on his back, distorted by the makings of something growing. Ciel squirmed and shook his head, unable to discern any of what was happening. His tearful eyes looked up at her imploringly, shaking in his skin.

"I can't be anything... I can't be anywhere... I'm dead. Why am I not dead? I'm supposed to be..." it occurred to Ciel that maybe his parents had arrived just in time to save him, and had dumped him at an asylum once again. His pretty face contorted in mortification, "I can't be institutionalized again... no..." He looked at her with no hope in his eyes. "I'll do anything you want, just don't..." Ciel shook his head and hid his face in his knees. "Gah. What does it matter anyway, right?" Ciel sighed, composing himself devoid of emotion.

[shiannon kelli adair]

Sitting upon her crate brought back bad memories of when she was in Ciel's position, scared and in denial about what she was. You would think this would make Shiannon be nicer to Ciel and speak gently and affectionatly, prehaps. But no. She knew now why all the guides were as tough speaking as they were - it was a little taster of what their first couple of weeks or prehaps months were like. Shiannon, of course, was there to look out for him, so to speak, and so she would. People were scared, in fear of the determined demoness. She knew how to look out for someone, if they were worthy of getting protected. She wasn't sure of Ciel yet. She wasn't sure if he was going to be protected by her: in this hell hole, you'd need protected.
He was watching her intently. Oh, not another one that seemed to think that she was respnsible for this. This was the way life was now. You needed to accept it here. She stared at him as he cowered away in a corner. Sighing, she jumped off of her crate and began to shift if over, in front of him, but a few paces back. Seeing a bottle, she bent down and picked it up. She was shocked. Ciel had obviously tried to kill himself. Yes, he was worth protecting. Anyone trying to kill themselves before they'd even had the tour of the institution was either going to get bullied, ignored or pestered. She continued to sit on her crate, crossing her legs, looking directly at him. He was stuttering at her. She was silent until he asked, what did it matter? She chuckled. Time to give her tour speech.
" I'll say once more, I'm Shiannon. And you're not dead. Trust me, if there was a hell, this wouldn't be it. Listen to what I've got to say, Ciel - you'll need it." she paused, taking a breath in, then stared back at him with her catlike eyes that immited fear into many. "Welcome to Carldenburg. You've been ... you are institutionalized, because the 'outside world' is safe from us. You're turning Fallen Angel - don't deny it. You know you're changing. You can feel it. You know it.
"There are many species here. Vampire, werewolf - steer clear of those guys. They're-" she scowled as if she didn't want to admit it - "They're stronger then you, me, anyone of our species. Faerie - small, pixie like creatures, that, after you've changed completely, you will find annoying as hell. Guardian Angels - Devil, they are the worst. God's assistants. Nice as heaven, innocent and whatnot. It's annoying, you'll hate them after your change. Last and best of all, Demons, Demonesses (that's what I am, by the way!) and Fallen Angels, of course. We're the devil's helpers. And we're awesome.
"When you change, it's not just your appearance - it's your personality. you'll become just like me, soon enough. Mean, spiteful, sarcastic. Evil.
"What else is there to say except, I'll give you five minutes to get over it. Then I expect you to join me outside for the tour of the place. We'll talk properly out there, so think up questions. I'll be seeing you in five minutes - or less."
After a quick scan around the room, she made sure there was nothing to kill himself with. "Don't try and kill yourself. Nothing except other species can kill you now. You're immortal. And it will only cause you pain. I'll be seeing you outside, Ciel." And with that, she left the room and waited for him to join her.

[ciel rene valentine]

* DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME .

In a slightly calmer mindset, Ciel looked up at the girl again, a shiver running down is spine as her catlike eyes seemed to invade his core. As she spoke again, he did his best to focus and try to understand what she was saying - her name and that he was institutionalized. But when she started to go on about how he was a fallen angel and faeries, werewolves, vampires, and demons all collectively came together, it really sent him for a loop. Unfortunately it made sense in its own senseless way. She called herself a demoness, and there were certainly little horns on her head and she had a very frightening demeanor. If he was a fallen angel that would make those gruesome bumps on his back the making of wings... which would explain it... but how was it even possible?

And yet, Ciel knew it was possible. He could feel something was changing deep down in his soul... Well, maybe not changing, but growing like a newborn. He felt like he wanted to scream, like he wanted to attack this Shiannon, rape her, and then tear her limb from limb as if it was her fault alone that she was here. Ciel shook his head, still a little shaky from the thought. Question? What could he ask? He didn't even know what he should ask, as he was so speechless and bewildered. The idea to kill himself did cross his mind, but as she advocated against it, he sighed dejectedly and sat alone in silence.

Unfortunately, Ciel did not like to be alone in this room. For even though the girl was quite scary, he felt as though she was knowledgeable enough to award an ounce of trust. And so, in less than a minute, Ciel fumbled to stand and patted the dust off his clothes. A few deep breaths and Ciel had digested his situation. Whether it was a dream or a conspiracy, it didn't matter. He was here and he had to deal with it, so denial wasn't going to get him anywhere. With measured steps he walked outside the room on his long legs, peering about questionably and looking for Shiannon nearby. Even for all of her malice, he couldn't help but realize that she was immensely attractive. Maybe he had known this all along, but his brain had finally found time to acknowledge it. He looked away sheepishly, a light blush forming on the apples of his cheeks.

"You have quite a fun job, eh?" he teased awkwardly, breaths coming out in little chuckles as if he could alleviate some of the tension by making small talk. "I don't really know what I should be asking you... Maybe you should just tell me what I need to know? I think I'm still in shock. Sorry," Ciel apologized for his state of mind, as if he was inconveniencing her by not knowing anything at all about the place he had been kidnapped to. But looking at her subtly, he wondered if he could pounce on her. Snap her neck against the concrete. He felt stronger than he had as a human, but he doubted his experience in such matters. Besides, she could probably kick his ass. She certainly gave that impression anyway.

[shiannon kelli adair]

She tapped one of her gothic boots on the floor as she waited for him. Shiannon was an impatient girl, and that was obvious. She hoped he'd be out in less than the five minutes she'd set him. She hated waiting for long. She was used to getting what she wanted. He'd better be quick.
While she waited (which wasn't for long) she thought of when she was in the room with the wrought iron door, awaking in a furious rage. Yelling, screaming, not getting anywhere. That's when she realised that only the strongest survived here. It was all or nothing. She'd learned, through time, to let go of her human emotions, but not without a fight. She knew now that she should have just accepted it and let it go. It would've been so much easier. She could've gotten into this role quicker, had more authority quicker. Oh well. She couldn't erase the past, just like she couldn't conrol her fate. Whatever happened happened. That's the way Shiannon viewed it. She tried to remember everything so she could tell Ciel that. He seemed halfway decent. There was that air about him that made him seem like he was-
The iron door, cool to touch and strong to open, inched open, and Ciel stuck his head out, interrupting her thoughts. She put on a smile. Probably something he should take as a large compliment: Shiannon usually just smirked, a sign she was very full of herself (which was true.). She studied him intently, analyzing his every move. He blushed slightly, glanced away. Just enough time for another smirk to find place on her small, pink tinged lips. It disappeared when he looked back to her; the smile returning. A gentle one that offered help to him. Her slender fingers fiddled with one of three necklaces that hung limply around her neck, setting off her look. It had an upside down heart, or a spade, and a skull. While he spoke, she continued to fiddle with the necklace absentmindedly.
"You have quite a fun job, eh?" He enquired somewhat politely. She smiled again in his direction. "I don't really know what I should be asking you... Maybe you should just tell me what I need to know? I think I'm still in shock. Sorry," He admitted. Still smiling, Shiannon looked down the hallway.
"Common, Ciel. Walk and talk. I'm going to take you to your dorm." She offered, beginning to walk. She made sure to match his pace, thier bodies rather close. She began to speak. "It is a fun job. Especially when the 'new borns' as we call them, attack you, thinking they are stronger than you." she rolled her eyelinered eyes. "Anyway, I was going to tell you something. Ah yes! See when you're changing? Don't hold onto your human emotions and personality. I did that and ... it just makes it harder. Make it easier on yourself. Let the Devil run his course through you. It doesn't hurt, only when you grow your horns - wings in your case." They reached a corner, and Shiannon suddenly stopped abruptly, cutting off her thoughts. She grabbed Ciel's hand with her own. "Don't flinch." she whispered lowly, enough for him to hear. "Faerie and Guardian angels are coming. I don't know how many, but you'll want to kill them. You can't do that. Not yet." She breathed in, then walked around the corner, gripping his hand with hers. The Angels and Faeries gave Ciel a look, and Shiannon growled. They gulped and fled away. Shiannon withdrew her hand and gave Ciel an apologetic smile. "Sorry." she said simply, continuing to walk next to him.
It was five minutes later they reached the dorm. They'd not crossed paths with anyone else, luckily. She led him into a room with three beds on either side, one light, and a wardrobe and a bedside cabinate on either side of each bed.
On one of the beds was a boy. He had black wings and smirked when he seen Shiannon. She laughed/
"Ciel, this is Caleb. Caleb, Ciel's a new roommate. Now get out, I need to give him the information."
Chuckling, Caleb patted Ciel's shoulder. "Pick a bed, any bed." she advised him, sitting on one herself. "So, whatcha want to know first about? Eating? The dorms? Where to wash? What goes on? The team games? You ask me anything about anything here and I'll answer." She grinned, then indicated to his wings. "They're growing." she stared at the black tinged, partially transparent wings.

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[ciel rene valentine]

* DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME .

Shiannon seemed okay, she did smile at him after all. Not that a smile could really comfort him, considering she was a demoness. A female demon. Demons, in his mind, were not good people. So if she was smiling, it made Ciel more nervous. Then again, they were of the same affiliation, allies probably, but Ciel had no clue why he had wound up as a fallen angel - but figured it must've had something to do with his sordid past. Innocence stolen. Youth corrupted. Something along those lines. He wondered briefly if she too was once a human, and what her experience was like waking up to some strange person standing over her. Ciel wondered how much she had changed from her former self, and how much he would as well.

Dorm? Ciel thought to himself questionably, striding along next to Shiannon as she navigated through the strange place. As she spoke of newborns, Ciel blushed slightly again, wondering if she knew what he had just been thinking. Maybe it was just a common thing - violent rebellion. Unfortunately, she was all he had, so it was better just to hang with her then go at it alone. Or get on her bad side. "But... I'm not a bad person, why would the devil want me?" Ciel asked as she described the difficulty in holding onto human emotions and personality. Ciel itched his back, looking at her skeptically. What had he done wrong - ever? He'd been a perfect child. It wasn't his fault that he had been kidnapped and raped for four years and that his parents didn't understand him anymore. How could he be blamed for that? Ciel let out a distressed sigh, unable to comprehend. Luckily a distraction was at hand.

At first, Ciel went very red as she grabbed his hand, his elbow instinctively jumping a bit in surprise. Her delicate looking hand was misleadingly powerful. He raised a brow as she whispered urgently to him, his blue eyes looking curiously around. He almost laughed. "I wouldn't kill any -" and just as he whispered back to her, the angels and faeries came around the corner. What first struck him was how beautiful they all were, ethereal, but he couldn't contain the instinctively violent feeling he had for them. His mouth salivated and his brow furrowed, eyes glaring angrily. He felt his hand grip Shiannon's tighter and tighter, as if she was the only thing grounding him in place. He felt like a rabid dog, possessed even. Shiannon growled and scared them away, but as they fled Ciel bristled and growled too, grinding his teeth together.

And as quick as it came the feeling passed. Ciel blinked and looked around, wondering what the hell had come over him. "Can't kill them yet? Do I get to kill them later?" Ciel asked and shuddered, moving quickly away with Shiannon. He found himself walking a few more minutes, not exactly knowing which direction anything was in. He was relieved when they didn't cross paths with anyone again. He didn't like that terrible feeling that had suddenly come over him.

Shiannon led him to the "dorms", which looked more like a crowded prison cell. He gawked at the beds and shied away from Caleb when he passed through with those terrible black wings. Hesitantly Ciel moved away from Shiannon, picking a bed on the lower level that didn't appear to be too horribly stained. He sat on the edge of it uncomfortably, ready to run at a moment's notice. "Oh. Uhm. I don't know... What would be the daily routine? Do we have a schedule or... who owns this place anyway?" Ciel asked, his mouth going a little dry. When she indicated to his wings, Ciel had no realization until he twisted around to look at them, already taking shape. "Holy shit. Can I fly with them?"

[mr. lucifer carlden]

the fact that there was fresh new 'recruits' arriving was such a thrill. it was a lways a delight to have more of them coming here, to live, and to be out of harm's way. job satisfactory didn't come close to how he felt. he was really making a difference in the world today. and even to the new residents of carldenburgh. he was now ablew to alter their views on the whole situation, and they now shared his vision. they needed to be here. for theirs and others safety. it was now just a way of life. a tradition. to collect all non-human creatures that, in apperance could pass as human, but hide a very dear secret. their true race and identity. it still remains today, that vampires and werewolves and all those sort of creatures only exist in fairytales and fantasty movies. and it's how it's going to be. he was never going to scare innocent humans like that, no. he was doing some good in the world.

it was a beautiful morning, as usual, on the island. the sun was beaming down upon everything it's rays could reach. he could not have picked a better place to claim. it certianly felt good to claim an entire island. it felt good to be lucifer carlden. he rose out of bed and dressed in a light beige shirt, matching trousers and put on a small hat, and then his purple-lense sunglasses. when he could eventually smile at himself in the mirror, he picked up his cane and headed outside. it was glorious to leave the shade of his apartment, and enter the blazing sun. he gazed through his sunglasses and smiled down upon his island. he took a quick stroll, barefoot around the beach. lucifer always felt he was giving so much for his residents. he could have spent the bare minimum and put them all in steel cages. but he had a heart. somewhat. he wanted to give his people a way of life, so they weren't missing the simple things like clouds in the sky. not that there were many clouds to spot here. he headed back towards the main building, where probably most of his citizens were still asleep. or inside their dorms if sleep was impossible. he walked casually through the corridors, and bade hello to one of the maids. he was always kind-hearted to his workers. they were confident and brave. it took a fair while to find workers such like the ones he had. there was a fine collection, from all over the world. but it was a living. and an experience like no other. garunteed. lucifer headed towards his desired destination, whistling a happy tune along the way.

he reared a corner and found them. two beings before him. a young girl he knew by the name of shiannon. she was certianly a beauty of the island. she was quite the demoness, literally and even in her personality. she had the oddest way of dressing. in dark, clumpy clothes that lucifer didn't much like, but she seemed to suit them well. although he'd much prefer her in a light summer dress. and shiannon had someone with her. the new recruit. lucifer strolled over to them and stopped before them with a warm smile stretched across his face. he looked forst to shiannon. he knew, and trusted her. he would always address the ones he trusted first. he nodded in a gentlemen manner, and spoke in a very low, but very soft voice, "how do you do, this morning, lovely shiannon.". and then he turned to the male. he was a strapping young lad. although he looked petrified. that was to be expected. lucifer only smiled at him and offered his tanned arm, and his one hand to the boy. "a pleasure to meet you, mr. valentine." lucifer had made a study on all of his recruits on the island. he would memorize all names, races, personalities and looks. he knew all, and he was a fine host to the island. but behind his smile lay a dark and dangerous glare that had remained unnoticed to the world.

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[shiannon kelli adair]

She had a smile perched upon her lips once more as she began to fiddle with a bracelet this time. Everything must have had an aroma of being big and terrifying to him. She remembered the feeling well. Now, she could navigate around the Freak's Asylum with her eyes superglued shut. She'd grown used to the idea of living on the island and besides, it wasn't all bad. They didn't live in cells. Unless, of course, Mister Carlden ordered it. If you'd been exeptionally bad, that's where you got sent to.
Sitting there, now in a bedroom, she had to look over at Ciel. He looked terrified: it was of course, to be expected. It wasn't everyday you got knocked out and woke up to a goth with horns telling you about the paranormal. She was a guide. A trusted woman with authority from Mister Carlden. she had to be nice - or at least, as nice as a woman with her personality could get. She knew he'd asked questions she hadn't answered, and honestly, she was curious of him. He'd asked if he'd been intitutionalized again. Did that mean it wasn't his first time in an asylum? Should he be used to this life, then? Probably not. For this was the Freak's Asylum. Built specially for freaks.
"Back then, you asked why the devil would want you. And there are various reasons. Maybe you're secretly evil and a good accomplice. Or prehaps it was just at random. Whatever the reason, you are what you are. You are what the devil wants you to be. Let him. It's fun in the dark side." she grinned at him suddenly. She was aware this made her seem scary, but oh well. Her attractivness balanced it out. "And unless you want to end up being tortured and in the cells in this place, you can't kill any of them. Yet. Don't try. And you can't anyway. You've got little to no experience. I don't want a decent guy like you getting killed. Not yet, anyway." She smiled. "Give it time and let you get on my bad side." She rolled her eyes. everyone got on Shiannon's bad side once in a while. She wondered how long it would be until blondie got his share of her anger. She was an easily provoked girl who could snap at the slightest thing. She listened intently to his questions, smiled again. Oh Lord, she wasn't growing attracted to this new born, was she? Damn it all if she was. She didn't think he'd need a girlfriend figure right now. His life had just taken a dramatic change. Girlfriend was probably last on his list. Lucky her! She didn't need to get tied down to someone she didn't know. She needed to be free!
He asked what the schedule was, if there was one, who owned the island. She opened her mouth, about to answer, when he cussed and asked if he could fly with his wings. She smiled again. Damnit, stop smiling, Shiannon! She thought determindly. She answered his latter question.
"When they are fully grown, of course you can fly." She smirked, then chuckled. "This must seem rather like a dream." she mused aloud, about to answer his questions, when a familar voice asked her how she was, and called her lovely shiannon. Grinning, she faced Mister Carlden, ignoring Ciel by now.
"Hey, Mister Carlden. I'm good. Giving Ciel here the tour of the place. Speaking of which, you have perfect timing. Ciel, in answer to your question, this is Mister Carlden, the owner of this fine establishment." she cuckled lowly, as if she'd made a joke. The laugh soon cut out as she frowned in the owner's direction. "Mister Carlden, why was there angels and faeries walking down the newbie halls when I brought him here? He would have wanted to kill them, yet they persisted in trying to provoke him by staring. Why where they there?" she asked, trying to keep her tone polite, but underneath, there was a hint of fury at the angels as she thought of them.

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