I'm working on going through and revising this story. I hope it turns out a little better.

Thanks for reading.

-Ena

Come to me darling: Life isn't over just because you die. Well if this wasn't pure insanity I didn't know what was. I was laying naked in a basement or dungeon or something like that.

I was livid, so angry I could just kill everyone that came to have a look at me. They were all laughing and placing bids on me, how sick. They wanted a child?

Well they were perverted weren't they?

I didn't know how I was going to get out of this one.

I was much too weak, fed only just enough.

I was much too filthy, bathed once a month

I was much too beaten down, seen to many children like myself die while trying to be rebellious and save themselves.

I wasn't myself any more that was for sure, they had changed me on the inside and out.

Speaking of my outside, it still burned from where they had branded me with that awful mark. I didn't know what it was, I didn't want to.

2 years later:

"What are you so happy about?" I asked taking my tea from him.

"Nothing master, just thinking about how long it's been since Her Majesty has called upon you. Aren't you getting bored?" What the hell was he getting at?

"She's sent for me then?" I asked. "Yes Master. You've gotten a letter in the post just today from Her" He handed me the white envelope sealed with her royal mark.

Ciel,

I'm quite upset about a new string of murders that have been taken place in the underground lately, they involve women of a certain profession that's rather unbecoming.

Also disappearances are high for harlots, and even though we don't have bodies I assume they are related. Please do get to the bottom of this quite soon.

Thank you darling,

R

I looked to Sebastian and without thinking about it met his eyes, flashing me back to the moment when I first saw them.

"Do you wish to make a contract with me? I'll give you whatever it is you desire...In exchange for your soul"

His voice was haunting and alluring. He offered protection and damnation all in one.

I was in love.

Eyes glowed, two red embers of danger and limitless power.

"Kill them Sebastian, do as I say. I am your master now" My voice had come out weak and feeble, hardly worthy of commanding someone of such power.

"Yes Master, as you wish"

"Young Master? What do you intend to do about it then?" he asked like he'd been talking this whole time.

"Why, we shall investigate of course, I'm The Queens guard dog, it's what I'm meant to do"

Without another word he went to retrieve my coat and we were off.

3 days later:

"Alright then, present me with all the information so I may make sure I have it all and we can get along with this whole thing."
I demanded to Sebastian.

"Nine ladies of a certain profession have been killed and four are still missing. We believe a fellow everyone calls Fred Manor is behind this and we need to find some way to confirm it. It would appear he approaches women with an offer of more money and then takes them. We're not sure where but it would be my guess they are held and used until they are no longer worth keeping alive and then they are...disposed of. That is the basics of it all Young Master"

A very broad analogy but yes, that would be the core. "How do you think we should go about getting to him then?" I mumbled more to myself.

"Well Sir, we'll need bait" His smile is the same devilish one he uses when he suggests something I won't be liking or gives me news he knows will make me squirm.

"What sort of bait do you think..." And by the way he is eyeing me I can already guess.

"Not a single chance in hell. I will not pretend to be a prostitute! It's not going to happen...it's not... we really don't have a better way do we? You couldn't pass for a girl with the build of your body" I am torn between my dignity and the case.

"Fine then, but if you ever tell a sould Sebastian..." I threatened.

He had simply nodded with a pleased smile that made me enraged. I knew he would enjoy this.

"You're sick" I mumbled.

"The Master doesn't really think that does he? I am but a servant sir, it matters naught what I think" but he was still smiling away like the fool he was making me feel.

"Master, now that I have killed them what should we do? Where do you want to go?" He asked smiling. It was an odd smile that warmed me but made my skin crawl.

"I want to go home, to the Phantomhive Manor..it burned though...to the house in London I suppose. I want the Manor rebuilt though" I had whined.

"Yes sir. If you'll excuse me and please not look, I need a more human form to take on." I hadn't gotten to much of a look at him yet, it was too dark.

"I can't see?" I was ten and curious. "No Master, please. I'm afraid I'm rather grotesque in this way" He had replied as if it were a fact. Looking at him now I didn't see how he could ever think that of himself.

As he was dressing me in a rather short blue dress to go with my eye I made myself busy looking at him in the mirror, better than thinking of what was going on.

His hair was black and looked so soft, I wanted to touch all of a sudden. I could order him to let me, but that would be childish and I was trying to do away with childishness.

Unlike when I first saw him his eyes were a red-brown color. It was beautiful, like mahogany wood. The dark colors weren't too harsh against the white perfection of pale skin though.

"Master?" He said watching me watch him.

"What? I was thinking!" I hissed. He caught me...

"Forgive me but all I need to do now is put on the wig and a bit of make-up" he said walking around to the front of me.

He placed the itchy mess of hair on my head and then began making my features more feminine.

Sebastian always smelt good, it was an icy smell that I associated with the color purple. I had asked many times what it was but he said that there was no name for the smell of a demon. I inhaled him.

"Most people are put off by our smell. You're so unique Young Master. I admire your bravery." So observant.

His hands were uncovered which was odd for him and I took the opportunity to look at the pentagram on his hand.

It was simple, a five pointed star in the middle of a circle and yet it meant everything to me.

"Will it hurt?" I asked a bit afraid.

"Some, but nothing like the brand on your back, I'll take most of the pain Young Master" He had said smiling.

"Don't move then and keep your eyes open, are you ready?" I nodded and he removed a glove with his mouth revealing beautiful hands and black nails.

He was tracing something in the air right in front of my eye. I didn't feel anything until he stopped though. My eye was burning in agony.

His hand had the mark on the back and fresh blood ran in a river from the impossibly deep cut.

"I'm sorry Master, about the discomfort" I had covered my eye only to feel that it bled just like his hand.

"I can't see out of the eye any more can I?" I mused, nearly silent.

"You can, but you have my mark in your eye now. The more obvious the mark the stronger the bond you know. You'll have to wear an eye patch Master" And it didn't really bother me like it should have.

I touched my eye that had been christened with the mark of Sebastian. He had said at the time that it meant we were bonded until the contract was completed. "You seem to be in deep thought Young Master, about me? Not to be bold" Again I snapped out of my thoughts.

"No, I was thinking about you, us really. The contract seal I suppose, and the significance it holds. Such a stupid symbol holding such a powerful meaning"

He nodded and smiled, a soft kind that made me wonder what he was thinking about.

"You're all done Master. Are you ready to get going?" He said it as if he wanted to stop talking about the whole thing.

"Quite as ready as I'll ever be to go out as a girl, let's go then" I said standing shakily on high heels.

"I will never understand why women wear these things" I grumbled much to Sebastians delight.

"Shall I call the buggy 'round master?" Sebastian asked. I nodded.

Before leaving he bent down and whispered teasingly in my ear. "Master, if you were a real woman...well I'm not sure I could stop myself."

I must have turned ten shades of red as he walked away laughing. I should have punished him but my thoughts mostly consisted of if he meant it.

And why the hell should I care?

"Sebastian! Keep your mouth shut!" I yelled on a much delayed reaction.

I heard his amused laughter from down the hall.

I hope that was satisfactory and not to messy to follow. :)