Okay! This is my first Godchild fanfic, so I don't know how well it'll turn out. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it and leave me a review of what you think.

Chapter One. In the Garden.

''Riff?''

''Yes, Lord Cain?''

''Did the gardener clean the yard yet?''

''Yes, Milord.''

''I see…''

''Might I inquire as to why you asked?''

''Well, there's a girl lying near the rose bush.''

Cain had been sitting in his favorite window seat waiting for his afternoon tea. That was when he looked out the window and spotted something odd. A slender looking figure with black hair was lying in the garden.

''A…girl, Milord?'' Riff repeated.

''Yes, and she seems to be unconscious…''

The gardener was a curt, older man by the name of Tom. He was middle-aged and bitter about it, since his lord and master was the young age of seventeen. He'd do anything for a couple extra dollars. That was why he tried out for employment at noble's houses.

Tom hobbled out into the garden, tired and grumpy. A few moments ago, he'd been in his room, finished with the morning work and ready for a nap, only to be awoken by that pet dog of the Earl's, Riff. All he said to Tom was to bring a girl that was spotted in the garden. So here he was.

Muttering every curse in the book, he walked towards the unconscious figure lying in the grass. He stopped right next to her and examined her. She was long and pale, with a lovely face. Her raven hair was wavy and long. She was quite a beautiful sight.

Tom reached down and just barely grazed her arm…

Her eyes flew open and Tom suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm. The girl growled and jumped up. Tom stumbled, and looked at the girl. Her face was twisted with rage, her eyes glowing. She turned and ran fast, through the bushes out of sight.

Tom's knees shook for a moment before they gave out, and he fell into a sitting position, blood still pouring from his wound.

''What's taking him so long?'' Cain complained.

''I'm sure he has his reasons, Lord Cain,'' Riff replied, pouring the tea.

''Tom! What happened to you?''

Both men looked up at the cry of the maid. The door opened, and Tom came stumbling through the door.

''Lord Cain!'' Tom gasped. ''The girl…she's a…she's…''

Cain motioned towards the chair. ''Sit down, Tom. But try not to get blood on it.''

Tom sat down shakily.

''Riff, ring the maid,'' Cain said calmly.

''Yes, my lord.''

''Now…what happened?'' Cain asked.

Slowly but surely, Tom related the event to Cain including her appearance.

''And her…her eyes…'' He stuttered again.

''What about them?''

''The eyes of a demon, they were.''

''Eyes of a demon?'' Cain repeated.

''Ay. They weren't human. Animal like, see? Cursed. Moreover, they were glowing a golden color.''

Cain's heart skipped a beat. Gold eyes? Surely, they aren't gold like mine…His thoughts were interrupted by a maid at the door.

''Thank you Tom,'' Cain nodded. ''Sara will tend your wound now.''

Tom stood up and followed the maid out of the room.

Cain lifted the tea to his lips. ''Quite a story eh, Riff?''

''It was quite interesting, sir.''

''What do you think about that girl?''

''Well…'' Riff thought a moment. ''It's possible she was escaping someone or something, and just ended up here by accident.''

''It's still an odd coincidence.''

They spent a few more minutes discussing the event, while Cain drank his tea.

''Brother?''

Cain looked up to see his little sister, Mary weather. Her blonde hair flowed out behind her, but her face bore a look of bored irritation.

''What is it, Mary?'' Cain asked.

''You promised to go shopping with me this afternoon, before you get ready for the party tonight.''

''Oh…yes of course.''

''You forgot, didn't you?'' She said flaring up.

''No! Well…yes, but only temporarily,'' Cain said, sinking under his sister's hard gaze.

''Honestly, I'm waiting for you to finish your tea, and I come in to find you incessantly discussing a topic, which is most likely pointless!'' She scolded.

Riff had to turn away from both of them to hide his smile. It always amused him when Cain was in trouble with Mary.

''It wasn't pointless, Mary,'' Cain defended. ''In fact, it could have been very relevant.''

''Oh really…''Mary cocked an eyebrow.

''Yes, and I'll even explain it to you while we go out all right? Now be a good girl and go get your things. I will wait here.''

''Alright, I will.'' She left the room.

Cain sighed and stood up. ''Riff, stop trying to hide that laughter, and please get my hat and coat.''

Riff obeyed with a rather sheepish expression on his face.