A/N: I really shouldn't be doing this right now, I just don't have the time… but I got too excited about it and had so much fun last time. Sadly, updates won't be nearly as quick as before, but I'm hoping to update once a week.

This is a sequel to my story Lady Phantomhive. If you haven't read it yet, I wouldn't recommend reading this until you do.

Disclaimer: I only own Faye.

Chapter 1: Complications

An Isolated Street

Viscountess Mariah paced back and forth on the dark, secluded street. Her boots clacked on the pavement with every step she took. "Are you almost done?" She demanded of the hooded figure crouched on the ground.

The mystic dropped his head in exasperation, the hood of his cloak almost reaching the ground. "These things take time, Viscountess. This is a complicated spell. Everything has to be drawn exactly as it is in the picture, or the incantation will fail."

The Viscountess sniffed in disdain and continued pacing. "It had better work. Marquess John will regret leaving me for someone of higher status. How dare he embarrass me like that! I'll make him fall madly in love with me and then I will scorn him! I want him to chase after me desperately for the rest of his life!"

"This spell will accomplish that, no doubt," the mystic assured. The Viscountess' two servants eyed each other warily.

"You think it'll actually work?" One murmured quietly to the other.

"Not a chance. Witchcraft don't work. The Viscountess and this 'mystic' are both off their rockers."

"It is done," the mystic announced, standing up with a flourish of his cloak.

"Wonderful! I've waited more than long enough. Alex, Zachary, to the carriage! We're all taking a trip to John's manner. You two are to tie him up and throw him in the carriage. We'll bring him back here. Don't let anyone get in your way!"

"Yes, my Lady," the servants intoned at the same time as the four of them ambled away.

The elaborate spell work on the ground remained undisturbed in the quiet night. For about five minutes.

"Evil nobleman!" A crazed man yelled as he ran across the spell, oblivious as what lay beneath him. He spun around on his heel to face his pursuers, his wild hair fanning about behind him. "Or should I say, evil noblewoman? Why does the Queen have two watchdogs!?"

"The watchdogs are the Phantomhives," Faye said calmly as she walked towards the man. "There has never been a rule about there only being one."

The man pulled his sword out of its scabbard, his bloodshot eyes racing around. No doubt he was looking for Ciel and Sebastian. Those two were in the process of freeing this man's latest victims, but he didn't need to know that. Normally, freeing victims was Faye's job, but things had gotten complicated this time and it fell to Sebastian. Faye had chased after the perpetrator, much to Ciel's and Sebastian's irritation.

Faye pulled out her knives, one for each hand. After learning to fight against grim reapers wielding death scythes, a human with a sword was less than impressive. She took a fighting stance before lunging forward. He swung his sword and she blocked him with her right knife, the left going in for a stab.

He yelled and stumbled backward, tripping over his own feet. He swung the sword wildly as he fell, slicing Faye's forearm by accident. Faye hissed in pain and gripped her arm. Blood oozed between her fingers, falling to the ground and sizzling against the spell. The man, seeing his chance, abandoned his sword and took off running. Faye was about to pursue when she heard footsteps behind her and decided to wait for Ciel and Sebastian. In the dark she couldn't tell how badly she was hurt, and if she acted recklessly Sebastian and Ciel would both be unbearable for the next two weeks.

"I smell your blood," Sebastian said anxiously, looking Faye over intently. He pulled her hand away from her arm before pulling out a handkerchief and tying it around the wound.

"I don't think it's bad," Faye said in response to the concerned look on Ciel's face. "I'm sure it's just a scratch."

"All the same," Sebastian said before scooping Faye up in his arms.

"It's my arm that's injured, not my legs!" Faye protested.

"Physical exertion of any kind will make you bleed more, my Lady. Obviously, I must carry you for the duration of this chase. I will put you down afterwards."

Faye sighed, knowing arguing against Sebastian was useless. Especially when it came to things like this. "Unreasonable butler," she muttered, which was an improvement for her. A few months ago, that statement would have been, "Obnoxious demon."

With that settled, the three resumed the chase. Sebastian glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye. He recognized that pattern on the ground. The very same spell had been used on him six months ago. He wondered why someone would place an attraction spell in the middle of an abandoned street. What the meticulous demon butler did not realize, was that Faye's ribbon had slipped from her hair to rest within the confines of the spell.

The spell sat quietly in the night again until another demon butler came upon the area. He looked around before adjusting his glasses in irritation. He had been tracking Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian Michaelis all night. They were proving harder to apprehend than he thought. Claude was going to have to do better if Alois were going to meet with the pair tonight as he wished to.

"Ah, seriously?!" A voice cried to the left. Claude whipped his head around in surprise. How could anyone have snuck up on him? "A demon?" The man whined. Claude stared at the orange and black-haired man in shock until he realized the man was a grim reaper. "William warned me how much you guys like to steal souls we're meant to reap, but I thought there was only one of your kind in the London area. Listen here, demon, the soul of that crazy Viscountess' servant is mine. It's going right where it belongs, and that's not with you."

Ronald revved the engine of his death scythe, preparing to fight the demon off before the human arrived. Then he glanced down. "Huh," he uttered, letting the engine die out. He'd seen symbols like that once before. He'd drawn symbols like that once before, back when William used it to try to control Sebastian. He remembered the spell had created a barrier even the demon couldn't get out of. Maybe Ronald could use the spell just to keep the demon locked up so he didn't get in his way? Since there was nothing in the circle belonging to anyone, surely it couldn't do any harm.

Ronald wracked his brain, trying to remember the spell he and William had used half a year ago. It was something like..."Cor illius ut erudiert." The purple barrier sprung up to encase the demon in the space. Excellent! It was working, even without a focus for the spell. "Mens eius est ut erudiert." The demon looked confused, then irritated as he tried to break his way out.

Ronald turned as the rattle of a carriage was heard. "Oh good! Here they are." A cloaked figure and a young woman stepped out of the carriage before two men lugging an unconscious man followed them out.

The woman froze as she saw that the spell had already been activated. "Noooo!" She screamed. "Noooo! I've been planning this for so long!" She turned to one of her servants in a rage, pulling a knife out. "This is all your fault! You should have been guarding the spell!"

"But, my Lady," the servant started to argue, eyes wide and focused on the knife. Before he could say more, the knife was plunged into the base of his throat.

"This isn't fair!" She cried. "After all that work…" She spun to look at the mystic. "Do it again!"

"Ah, doing the spell again would require further payment," the man said slowly backing up. "Payment which you can no longer afford. You spent the last of your inheritance on my services already." With that, the man turned and ran rather than risk being the Viscountess' next victim.

"After him!" She screamed at her surviving servant as she took off running.

"That would be my cue," Ronald told the demon, who was giving him a fierce glare. Ronald revved the engine again to reap the soul. Thank goodness he'd trapped the demon before all this happened. There'd be no overtime for Ronald tonight.

After the reaping, Ronald turned back to the demon. "I suppose I should let you out of there now. Who knows what might happen if I just leave you in there. Ligabit ad devotionem eius! Yep, that should be the last of the spell. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a date to get to."

The barrier dissipated, but rather than resuming his chase of Ciel and Sebastian, Claude fell to the ground. Why did he feel like he couldn't get enough air? It wasn't like such a thing was all that essential to a demon anyway. His eyes fell on a blue ribbon fluttering in the wind.

His. He frowned as he reached for it. Why did he feel so possessive of this silly little thing? He willed his hand to drop the bit of silk, but it refused to open. Instead, he tucked the ribbon into his jacket pocket. He stood up, nearly falling down from feeling so off kilter. He couldn't catch his quarry tonight. He'd have to return to Alois empty handed.

He didn't know what spell the reaper had cast on him, but he sincerely hoped the effects weren't permanent.

Phantomhive Manor

"Honestly, my Lady," Sebastian complained as he put a real bandage around Faye's arm.

"I don't see what you're complaining about. The cut isn't that deep."

"It nearly required stiches," Sebastian chastised from his spot on the floor. Faye was sitting on her bed and Sebastian was kneeling on the ground as he bandaged Faye's wound. He looked up at her seriously when he finished before gently taking Faye's right arm in his own. He held her hand up to the light and removed the silver and sapphire ring around her finger. It was a style similar to Ciel's ring, but slimmer and more feminine. However, unlike Ciel, she didn't wear her ring as a mark of the Phantomhive household. She wore it to cover up the mark underneath.

Sebastian gently placed Faye's ring on her bedside table as he examined the mark around her finger. It was a set of elaborate, interlocking stars that bordered her finger like a ring. "This is here so that you may summon me for help," Sebastian said.

Two months ago, Sebastian had made Faye a deal. He would allow Ciel to grow old if Faye would do two things. The first was to allow Sebastian to dictate all interaction Faye had with other men. The second was to allow Sebastian to forge a connection with her so he could find her wherever she went and she could summon him if need be. Sebastian was able to do this because of the attraction spell that had been cast on him with Faye as the focus of the spell. This connection manifested itself as the tattoo of stars around her finger, forcing Faye to always either wear a ring or gloves to hide it.

"He was most inept at attacking me," Faye explained patiently. "I handled myself in fighting him just fine. He fell and his sword sliced me as he was swinging his arms around. The actual hit he landed was completely unintentional. I had no need to call you for help."

Sebastian locked eyes with Faye as he pulled her tattooed finger closer and kissed it. Faye fought the blush creeping up her cheeks. She hated that Sebastian could affect her like this. That she was finding him more attractive each month.

"I will not tolerate you being taken from me," Sebastian murmured, his breath blowing across her hand with each word.

"It's a scratch," Faye said gently.

"You ran off on your own," Sebastian argued. "Where I couldn't protect you. Where I couldn't ensure your safety." Sebastian stood up, gently grasping Faye's face in his hands. "I am immortal. You are fragile and short lived. You will not run off on your own again."

Faye's eyes flashed in anger. "I can handle myself. You don't dictate what I can and cannot do."

Sebastian's eyes burned red as his grip tightened. Faye flinched and he let her go. He stepped back before dropping into a bow. "My apologies, my Lady. I did not mean to upset you. Good night."

Faye flopped back on her bed, dreading still having to remove her boots and shoes before going to bed. Mey-Rin would have been happy to come help Faye, but she didn't want to trouble Mey-Rin this late at night, and it would be faster if Faye did it anyway.

How in the world had her life become so complicated that she was arguing with a demon over her safety?

A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope the sequel will live up to the story the prequel set up.