*Kuroshitsuji doesn't (and will never) belong to me, much to my disappointment. All canon characters belong to Yana Toboso. As for original, they belong to me ^^

A/N- the Beginning chapters are set before Kuroshitsuji. They aren't the main story but are only there to introduce how the past Sebastian and the OC meet and how their relationship formed.

Italics – OC's thoughts

Italics and Bold – Salem mind talking

Prologue

Beginning I

1675 Paris, France

The young girl with shoulder length midnight hair leaned against the wondrous marble walls of the palaces' interior, clutching at her waist. She wore a light coloured gown with a corset underneath, squeezing her waist tightly that it made her feel light headed.

I have to endure…just for a few more hours.

Her face showed off how uncomfortable she was; strained and pale from the lack of air going into her lungs. Why was she so useless at being a proper lady? Her mother looked so feminine and beautiful when she was in her puffy gowns, including those corsets she always wore.

Am I really my mother's daughter? Sometimes I'm not so sure.

She placed a hand on the marble wall to steady her swaying body. She could hardly keep her posture straight while wearing a corset; her form tilting over gasping for air.

"Lady Clarisse? Are you alright? You look pale." A masculine voice with a think French accent came from behind the girl.

She took a short moment to suck it up and turn to face the young man.

A fake smile formed on her face. "Oh, Sir Felix, it's so very nice to see you. I'm alright. I just needed a breathier from all that dancing I was doing before."

The young man with gorgeous blond hair sighed with relief. With a small smile he held out his hand and bowed his head. "Then how about some more dancing, m'lady? We haven't had a chance to dance with each other this very evening." he asked; his voice so smooth and soft that it swayed her heart.

Clarisse's' cheeks became flustered; her deep green hues gazing over the bowing man before her who wore a white suit which brought out the striking blue of his eyes. Along with the expensive looking suit, a pair of glasses adorned his face, bringing more attention to his eyes.

"I accept. Just don't spin me around too much." she replied and placed one hand into the palm of Felix's' hand.

He straightened his back and showed her the most satisfied, happy smile she had ever seen from a handsome man like him. It was enough to make her chest tighten more; much to her displeasure.

Silence took over them as Felix led Clarisse out onto the ballroom floor and into the crowd of other Royals who danced so majestically. Once coming to a halt on the floor, her hands were gently positioned in their correct places; one ontop of the young males' shoulder, while the other grasping one of his hands. Her green eyes locked with the blonds' blue eyes as his hand came to rest on her waist. Clarisse stared into Felix's' eyes as she felt his hand curl softly against the side of her waist, almost like he was groping her.

She felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach after that, but it quickly faded away when the music began in the background. Around them women and men all bowed to each other before coming together into position.

After this one dance I'm not dancing anymore. This bloody corset is killing me!

"It's starting, m'lady." Felix said her as he looked down at her.

Clarisse gave a short nod, soon followed by the man stepping to the side. She copied his every move with only one thing on her mind.

I HATE CORSETSSSSS!

"Oh, *messieur Salem, how lovely to see you here~!"

Deep red eyes looked to the side to see an older woman holding a decorative fan in her right hand. She was dressed in a gown which hugged her voluptuous figure and showed off her cleavage; not that he had anything bad to say about it.

"*Madam Noir, the pleasure is all mine." The male responded by bowing with one hand across his chest. The woman blushed and giggled.

"Have you danced with my lovely daughter Clarisse yet? I would absolutely love for you to meet her and get acquainted."

The man by the name of Salem smiled and shook his head briefly. "No I have not danced with Lady Clarisse this evening. I am looking forward to when we do share a dance with each other." he said before glancing over to the ballroom floor to spot Clarisse dancing with another man.

"Oh! That's good to hear. I'm sure she'll be happy to meet you finally, Sir Salem."

"Please, madam, just call me Salem. I'm practically going to be family very soon."

The woman nodded and smiled, flapping her fan softly beside her face. "Oh yes. I have yet to discuss it with my daughter…" she said quietly, glancing out into the crowd of twirling bodies to stare upon her daughter.

The male dressed in all black turned his head to the side and silently watched Madam Noir's only daughter travel around the ballroom floor, led by a young man known as the oldest son of the Duke of Paris. His red hues watched intensely as the music in the background began to soften as well and slow down, nearing its climax. For a brief moment, Salem's' red eyes seemed to flicker a glowing pink as a sweet, addictive scent entered his nose.

It won't be long until I devour that soul of yours, Lady Clarisse.

As the music reached its ending point, both Clarisse and Felix released each other to politely thank each other for the dance.

"It was a pleasure to dance with you, m'lady." he said as he bowed before her.

"T-the pleasure is all mine. I enjoyed it very much." Clarisse replied, returning the bow with a small curtsy.

"I must leave your side for now. We'll meet again."

With a quick bow of his head, Felix turned and walked away from the floor and into the gathering of noblemen and women who attended the Royal Ball, leaving the young girl to finally let out a well deserved sigh.

No more dancing for tonight. I need some fresh air before I collapse infront of everyone here.

She began to leave the floor, taking just a few steps, before she was quickly stopped by a hand on her bare shoulder. "S-Sir Felix... so soon—"

After turning around and setting her eyes on a tall man with black hair, Clarisse realized that it wasn't Felix at all, but another new man who probably wanted to dance with her.

"We haven't met before, but my name is Salem Michaelis, my lady."

The girl watched the mysterious man bowed infront of her; his black bangs falling so delicately over his face. As he rose back up, his red hues locked onto hers, rendering her helpless suddenly.

"I-It's a pleasure, Sir Salem…" she replied, feeling her body become hot and tense. It felt like a spell had been cast over her just from catching his intense gaze.

"It would be a great pleasure if I could dance with you, Lady Clarisse. You were busy dealing with other men, which was why I wasn't able to ask you to dance earlier on during the Ball." Salem said, putting on a saddened expression.

Clarisse went silent, pondering what she would say to him. "I would be happy to dance with you, Sir, but you see I need some fresh air."

A smile quickly formed on the mans' face, erasing all evidence of him and his saddened look.

"Shall we share a dance in the moonlight, m'lady?"

"Pardon?"

Her arm was suddenly taken and Salem guided the dark-haired noble past all the onlookers who watched them flee the ballroom. Clarisse had to keep up with the rushing man infront of her as he took her outside into the darkness of the night, a devious smirk curling the corners of his lips.

Soon a rush of cold, fresh air hit her in the face. The bright lights of inside the building radiated outside onto the balcony which overlooked the fragrant rose garden. Midnight was painted over the once blue sky and decorated with millions of small, glowing stars. The bright full moon shone down on Clarisse and Salem who gathered near the wooden railing around the edge of the balcony.

It was romantic.

"Do you feel any better, m'lady?"

The girl took in the desired air she needed then turned to face the man. "Yes, much better thank you."

A smile made its way onto his face before he reached out and held her hand, bringing it up to his lips. Salem grazed his lips over the flesh of her hand before speaking. "Come. Let us share a dance under the moonlight."

With a soft tug, Clarisse was brought closer to the mans' body. She suddenly blushed at how close she was; her face just inches away from resting against his brood chest. In the deepest, dirtiest pits of her mind she wondered what Salem's' body looked like under all those concealing clothes.

Her cheeks seemed to become even redder and he noticed this.

With the faint music from inside floating outside for them to hear, the two began to move with the sound and with each other. Under the shining, radiant moonlight, Clarisse could have sworn that Salem's' eyes changed, if only briefly. It was hard to explain; sinister looking yet so seductive and tantalizing, making her want to look more into them.

"You're staring, Lady Clarisse. Is there something on my face?" Salem suddenly spoke up, catching the staring girl off guard.

"O-Oh n-no... there isn't anything on your face… I-I was just…"

The girls' stuttering and flustered expression made the man raise an eye brow curiously.

Suddenly a small chuckle left his lips, gaining the attention of Clarisse. "There's no need for you to be embarrassed. You can look all you want, my lady."

Clarisse's' eyes widened as a shadow came over her face. Salem had leaned in closer, covering her face from the moonlight. His red eyes stared deeply into her eyes as the feeling of his hot breath caressed her pink lips.

A feeling of drowsiness washed over her as his lips neared touching hers.

"S-Salem…"

A sexy, devilish smirk appeared on his face as his eyes shifted into a different colour.

The last thing Clarisse could remember was her vision of Salem becoming blurred before everything went black very quickly with a deep, rich voice whispering into her ear.

You're mine, Clarisse.

*Messieur- Polite French title for men.

*Madam- Polite French title for women.

Cliff hanger alert! 8D

I hope you guys enjoy my new series so far?

Anyone figured out who Salem is? Huh. Huh. Huh? 83

Before I grow wings and fly away, I would like you guys to know the warnings for this series:

-Blood/Gore

-Violence

-Language

-Death

-Probably Mary Sue (I apologize before hand if this ever does happen)

- OOC (maybe)

-Smut

-And (maybe) future lemons

~Saku