A/N: Hello, this is my first Black Butler fanfiction. I found the show around this time last year and immediately went gaga over it. I finally decided to try my hand at writing a fic after reading so many good ones. This one is partially inspired by Be Careful What You Wish For by NamineNasha. So go read hers cause its awesome. Please feel free to give constructive criticism and anything else that might be useful. Oh also there will be some swearing in this fic. So please don't be offended. I do not believe someone could be put in this situation and not cuss occasionally

One Hell of a Fiancé.

"That's pretty common."

"I know but it used to be that I couldn't sleep enough now I'm lucky if I can get a couple of hours."

"Changes in sleep patterns is not uncommon. How's your mood been?"

"The same apathetic and…sad I'm just always so sad."

"Why don't we try upping your dosages and meet again in four weeks?"

"Alright." I sighed as my doctor handed me a new prescription. This had been going on for longer than I cared to admit. Stupid depression. I've suffered from it for as long as I can remember. I'm not suicidal, no that feeling had passed as I grew older, but the feeling of things not being right, of always being sad and waiting for something has remained.

I put the piece of paper in my purse while I waited for the receptionist to schedule another appointment for me. I looked at the clock on the wall I had two hours before I had to get to work. Oh well I was already on this side of town I decided to go to my favorite bookstore instead of going home.

"Alright I've got you all scheduled for the 17th next month." I thanked the receptionist and walked out the door. I unlocked my car and threw my purse in the back before speeding away intent to enjoy my free time.

I smiled as I breathed in the scent of books. If they ever made book scented perfume I would wear it every day. I made a beeline to the back where the café was and ordered a latte before I began browsing. I took a sip of my too hot coffee and burned my tongue. I stopped walking, mentally cursing my hot beverage when someone walked into me. Hard. I dropped my coffee and it spilled over the floor.

"Son of a bitch." I muttered under my breath.

"I'm terribly sorry I wasn't paying attention." I took my attention off of spilt coffee and looked at the person talking. Holy cow! He was gorgeous. He had inky black hair and pale skin. He must have been a foot taller than me dressed in all black with a smirk on his face. He had thick eye lashes and…red eyes? Huh, must have been contacts. As I looked into his eyes I experienced the oddest sense of déjà vu. No don't be silly. I would remember somebody this pretty. The look he was giving me sent shivers up my spine.

"Um…no it was my fault I just kinda stopped." Good job brain I was able to form a sentence around a sex god. I bent down and tried to pick up the paper cup, but he beat me to it.

"Please let me." Okay he was supper polite too.

"Uh, okay?" He tossed the cup away and offered to buy me another. I politely declined but he insisted and the next thing I knew I was in line with him. I reordered my drink and thanked him again and tried to politely go back to my browsing but he pulled a chair out for me at one of the tables and gestured for me to sit down. I slowly sat down and stared at him trying to figure out what he was playing at. No one's this nice and polite.

"Thank you for the coffee. You really didn't have to."

"Oh but it was my fault you spilled your first one."

"It really wasn't." I looked off to the side longingly at the books.

"Were you looking for something specific?" I looked back at him. He was smiling at me again. I didn't like his smile it was like he knew something I didn't.

"Um no I just had sometime before I have to go to work. If I knew what I wanted I'd get it from Amazon."

"Oh?" He looked way too interested. "Where do you work?"

"I'm a waitress at a local diner." I decided against telling which diner. His smile grew and I decided it was time to leave. He was pretty but he was starting to creep me out.

"Um, look uh…" I trailed off suddenly. I did not know his name.

"Sebastian Michaelis."

"Right, Sebastian." His grin grew when I said his name. "Thanks for the coffee but I should be heading off now." He stood up at the same time I did and offered to walk me to my car.

"No thanks that's alright." I threw my coffee away and walked away from him.

"I'll be seeing you soon." I turned at stared at him like he grew a second head.

"No. I don't think so." I hadn't even given him my name. His creepy factor just tripled. I walked as away from him as fast as I could before he could say anything else. I almost ran to my car and then sped out of the parking lot as fast as I could.

I sighed in my car once I was safely on the freeway. That was so weird! I looked at the clock and decided just to go into work early. Who knows it could be busy.

I parked my car and took a moment to recompose myself. The encounter with Sebastian left me rattled. He didn't do anything and only said one thing that could be classified as creepy but I couldn't shake the feeling he knew something I didn't and was laughing at me. I looked into my mirror to make sure I didn't look as shaky as I felt. As satisfied as I ever am with my appearance I got out of my car and headed into work.

I walked past the counter to the back and hung up my jacket before clocking in. I grabbed an apron and walked up to Amy, another waitress and started helping her roll silverware. I was wrong. The diner was dead and it was just the two of us and the cook, Peter in the back. Amy smiled at me and seemed excited to see me. She must have been pretty bored by herself.

"You're here early! I thought you weren't scheduled till five?"

"I didn't have anything better to do."

"Well good for me. Do you think you can close by yourself tonight? Jake said he something special planned." She looked at me with her puppy dog eyes and I couldn't refuse her.

"Sure have fun. Do you know what he has planned?" They had been dating to three years and Amy was just itching to have him propose.

"I think tonight's the night! I really think he's going to propose!" I raised an eyebrow. I'm not one for marriage.

"Oh how so?"

Amy blushed and had the decency to look ashamed. "I was kind of snooping and found the ring." I smiled.

"Good for you. If it's not busy then you should leave an hour early to get proposal ready." Apparently that was the right thing to say because she squealed and hugged me.

"Oh my gosh Carly thank you so much!" I smiled and pried her off me.

"Only if it's not busy." She nodded went back to rolling silverware before grinning at me.

"So Carly when are you going to get married?" I sighed and blew the hair out of my face.

"To get married one has to have a boyfriend and I am very single."

"Oh but you must have your eye on someone." Sebastian's smirk popped into my mind. I stomped on it with a mental boot.

"No not even. I'm saving my money then I'm out of here. I'm going to explore the world and travel all over before settling in in a small English village and becoming an old cat lady and writing novels."

"That's no fun." More fun than getting married. I thought.

"Yeah it is. A guy would just hold me back. I'm going to be like the most interesting man in the world only female." I don't know why but I have always been against the prospect of marriage maybe because marriage has always been against me.

Amy said something about how I must not be doing it right if I didn't want a relationship. I ignored her and continued with my chore.

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"Carly I'm going out for a smoke!" Pete yelled at me through the kitchen. We were the only ones left. It had turned out to be a slow night. A very slow night I sent Amy home early after cleaning the bathrooms. She was ecstatic and already telling me about how she was going to set me up with one of the groomsmen.

"Kay!" I turned back to wiping down the tables. It was late and I was ready to get home. I have a kink in my neck and bed was calling my name. I closed the dining room and counted the money before closing. I went to tell Pete I was done and he could set the alarm. I walked into the kitchen to look for him but he was nowhere in sight.

"Pete? Pete?" Huh? Was he still smoking? That was weird he wouldn't leave without telling me. I walked out the backdoor, propping it open so I wouldn't be locked out. "Pete? You still out here? I'm going to go home now! Pete!" I looked around walking behind the building when I froze.

I found Pete. He hadn't left. He wasn't smoking. I found Pete. I found Pete dead with some sort of creature eating him. His stomach was ripped open and this small green goblin thing with claws the size of my fingers was eating his liver. I gasped and backed into some trash cans making a racket and distracting that thing from its meal.

"Oh looks what I founds! It's the girlys! Is it the girlys? Yes it's the girlys. It's got to be the girlys? Are you the girlys?" Oh god it could talk. It was talking to me. I felt my legs going weak.

"Uh…no?" I hope that's the right answer. The thing grinned widely showing off its shark like teeth.

"Oh goods I gets to eat its then!" Crap wrong answer. I screamed and ran when that this started chasing me. I wasn't fast enough and it swiped its claws and tore into my flesh.

"Ah!" I stumbled and keep running. I got to the back door and kicked the box I used to prop it open out of the way and slammed the door shut behind me. I could hear that thing banging against the door. This was bad. That thing was going to figure out there were other doors. Doors that weren't as strong as this one. I looked around the kitchen and picked up sharp looking knife before putting it back and grabbing a large frying pan. I was in soft ball for a number of years and had one hell of a swing. I'd do more damage with a pan then I would a knife.

"Girlys! Open the door so that's I can eats you!"

"NO! Go away you psycho!" Suddenly the banging on the door stopped and I heard the sound of glass crashing.

"My boss is never going to believe this." I muttered and got into a defensive stance, hoping that watching kung fu movies translated into giving one kung fu skills. My head was getting light from the blood loss, and I was starting to see spots in front of my eyes. "Not good." I heard another crash and that thing ran into the kitchen. Only it didn't seem to care about me anymore.

"NO! I's sorry! I didn't knows it was yours! I's wasn't really going to eats its!" That thing was cowering against the wall trying to hide behind its arms.

"Liar." I heard a new voice say. I turned my head and stared.

"No way." Sebastian turned his head and smiled at me.

"Hello my dear. I told you I'd be seeing you again." I just gaped at him with my mouth held open. I knew something was off about the guy. Suddenly he pulled a set of silverware out of his sleeve and returned his attention to the goblin thing.

"He sent you didn't he?"

"I's justs doing whats I was told!"

"You picked the wrong master to serve." He threw his silverware at that thing faster than my eyes could follow. It lay bleeding and I almost felt sorry for it. It was so scared in the end. Sebastian returned his attention to me. I, of course, freaked out.

"Stay the hell away from me!" I backed up until my back hit the wall. Crud, I just backed myself into a corner and he was giving me that same smirk.

"Now now dear is that anyway to thank me for saving your life?"

"You killed that thing with forks and knives!"

"Yes."

"Forks and knives!"

"Dear, you're becoming hysterical."

"And that thing killed Pete! I liked Pete!" A dark look crossed Sebastian's face for a moment.

"Yes, unfortunately I did not get here fast enough."

"But what…what was that thing? What are you?" Normal people can't kill goblin things with forks. Sebastian smiled the largest grin I have ever seen any one grin, before putting his hand to his chest and bowing.

"I am simply one hell of a fiancé." I'm going to chalk it up to the blood loss but that was the moment I chose to faint.