'Such darkness... such quiet calm. It's beautiful... but it feels wrong. It shouldn't be so quiet. I don't remember anything but screaming people, pain, and hate. Such consuming hate. This silence is the only thing that can break it.' Then the moment of bliss ended. Pain filled my body but the silence was still there. I had caught on to what was taking place. 'No! This can't happen! I can't die now! Sometimes I think of how much I long for death but I can't die yet! I have to avenge her death. They have to pay for what they have done. They all have to pay.'

A consuming hate filled me. Hate for the people who abandoned me. Hate for the people who killed her. Hate for the people who watched me suffer and stood by and did nothing. Hate for the universe that had decided now to claim me. Hate for myself for being so weak as to let to let it. Then a faint light flooded my eyes, dull, dark and yet welcoming. I opened them. Black feathers floated over my head. Their black silky perfection looking soft and comforting but the feeling I got by looking at them was as sharp as a blade slicing my skin open in a single well-aimed blow. 'Where the hell am I?'

"How miserable you look." The voice surrounded me, caressed, yet mocked me and settled in my mind.

"Who's there? Where am I? What's going on? I thought I was dyeing." I wanted to look around. I wanted to see where I was and see the mysterious speaker. Was it God? Was it an Angel? No, my mind screamed at me. It was something from the other side. All I could do was stare up into an endless black as around me, the even blacker feathers continued to fall.

"Your hate summoned me. If you want, we can make a contract. I can help you get revenge. I can satisfy your burning hatred, in exchange, for your soul." The voice again echoed all around and inside me. It was so clear and enticing.

I didn't even have to think before I answered. "Yes." The only thing I wanted was revenge and I was more than willing to trade my soul, or what was left of it, for the pleasure of watching all those people who had ever done me wrong finally brought to justice.

"Are you sure. Once this contract is made you can not go back on it. When you have achieved what you wish to, I will devour your soul." He spoke with nonrepressed hunger and I was a little scared but nothing would stand in my way. I was sure.

"Yes. I'm sure. I'll do whatever it takes. My souls is yours." My body lifted and I was moved by means other than myself into an upright position. I still couldn't move as I stood there in front or a raven, I blinked and there was a man standing in its place, a devilish smile across his striking face. His eyes glowed with a pinkish red and his black hair fell perfectly around his face.

"Where would you like the seal placed?"

"Seal?"

"Yes. The seal that binds us together and allows me to track you." He raised a hand and removed the white glove to reveal a purple star surrounded by a barbed circle.

"Um..." I thought for a moment. 'Hm... somewhere where people can see it but not too obvious. Let the world know that I belong to a demon. I don't care.' "Here. I want it here." I pointed to the part of my chest where my heart was hidden.

In reply he laid a cool hand on my heart. A sharp pain pierced my skin as he removed his hand to reveal the same symbol. I couldn't help but laugh a little. 'So they thought they have seen the last of me? I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they see my new demon friend here.' Then everything began to fade. My demon had disappeared and the last thing I saw was the feathers endlessly falling into the emptiness that surrounded me.

When I next opened my eyes the first thing I register was pain. My whole body hurt so much it almost dragged me back down into unconsciousness. This time I could move and there weren't black silky feathers floating around me but the demon was still there. He stared down at me and smiled.

"It's good to see that you're awake, Mistress Twyla." I yelped in surprise. I had half thought that it was all just a dream. obviously not. I groaned as my ribs exploded with pain. Probably broken or al least badly bruised. The only other injures I was aware of were the slits on my wrist. Then my mind was filled with with image of the men who had just tried to kill me.

FLASHBACK

"Ay! Joey! Look over here at what I found. It's a pretty little kitty cat." The tall blonde man had spotted me in the ally walking to my friends house. He was unshaven and smelled heavily of alcohol. As he called to his friends, three other men followed him into the shadow of the garbage can where he had pushed me against a chain link fence. "Won't you let us pet you, little pussy cat?" he reached out a dirty hand to caress my hair but I swated it away. He stared at me in surprise.

"Are you just going to let her do that Sam?"

"Shut up Percy!" The man he yelled at flinched and looked dejectedly at the ground in front of him. He was tall but pitifully skinny. His red hair stuck out untiedly and his brown eyes looked blood-shot. His other companions were a very tall, muscular, and threatening looking black man and a short fat one that looked overjoyed by the finding of a new little pet.

"Get off me!" He didn't move to let me past, not that I expected him to. "Get the fuck off me! Move! Let me go!" I pushed him feebly but it didn't do much. I was too weak now. My senses dulled by the drugs I had recently consumed. I was shaking and my head was spinning. I could do nothing much to protect myself. 'Not again! No! This can't happen again."

He stepped closer to me and stroked my black hair. His rank breath invading my nose. "Pretty little kitty" He murmured. Then he unzipped the black jacket that I always wore and took it off me. He stared down at the three scars that lay on my right wrist.

When I was thirteen my three best friends and I had been kidnapped and raped. They had been killed but I had been left in that abandoned house alive with their corpses. Then I had taken up a piece of glass from a broken beer bottle and etched them into my skin. One cut for each. These scars reminded me every time I looked at them of what had happened to us. They pushed me to my revenge. Never again nor before had I cut myself out of pain which I had been through plenty. Upon seeing my scars, the man pulled out a knife. He laughed as he drew the knife across my skin just below the third. I gasped and tried to hit him. Before I knew wUat happened he had punched me in the ribs. I crumpled to the ground and he and his friends continued to beat me. As I lay there in pain, unable to move, they slit both of my wrists up to the crease where my arm bent. Then as I drifted in and out of conciousness they raped me.

FLASHBACK ENDS

I looked down to my arms to see the cuts which had bleed leading to my near death. They were healed into smooth almost invisible scars. My head hurt and my violated body ached all over. I sat up despite my pain. The man, or rather demon that stood in front of me was in a tail coat and had white gloves. He looked like a butler from an older time. I couldn't help but laugh a little which caused my ribs to scream in agony.

"What amuses you so, Mistress Twyla?" He looked down at me question.

"What the hell are you wearing? And just call me Twyla." I forced a smile as he looked down at his cloths. "Don't worry, we'll get you something else to wear." We were still in the ally. I was surprised to see the men who had assaulted me, lying dead and still bleeding. "You killed them?"

"Yes. From now on, no one will harm you." He bowed and put his hand over his heart.

"Good job." I nodded as my gaze traveled over the dead men. I had no problem with death. "We should probably get out of here before someone sees this. I know where we can go." I tried to stand only to fall back to the hard ground. Even though the drugs I had taken had worn off I was still weak and my injured ribs wouldn't allow me to move very much comfortably. Before I could attempt again the demon bent down and picked me up bridal style.

"Where to now, Mistress?" I gave him the directions to Michael's house and he took off running. He carried me with ease, like I weighed nothing. When we arrived he set me down at the door and I rang the bell. Moments later Michael's mother answered.

"Why Twyla! So good to see you again! Oh my, and who is this?" She looked behind me at the demon.

"Oh just a friend I want Michael to meet." She moved away from the door to let us in. We walked down into the basement. I didn't even knock as we met the door at the end of the stairs. I turned the knob and walked in with my demon behind me.

"Hey there bitch." Michael's usual greeting. He sat on the couch watching a movie on his big screen TV.

"Sup my pimp?" I fought back the pain from my injuries but Michael noticed.

"Nothing much. Just watching some movies. Get your ass over here and sit down. You look like you're going to fucking drop dead." As I walked over to sit down he noticed the demon that was standing by the door in the shadows as he followed me. "Wait, who the fuck is that?" I hadn't yet decided how much I wanted to tell him.

"Just don't ask. I'll tell you in a sec ok. It's a long story. Can he borrow a pair of your cloths please?" I hugged him as he got up and walked to his room. He came back with some cloths messily waded in his hand. He threw them at the demon who caught them easily.

"Where can I change?" He asked looking at me rather then Michael.

"Just here. It doesn't matter." Michael replied before I could. The demon looked at me with a questioning expression. Understanding passed between us and I knew he didn't want to change in front of me. I lightly slapped Michael's arm.

"He doesn't even know you. Not every body undresses as freely as we do in front of people you know." I looked at him jokingly. "You can go in his room." I motioned to the room and the demon silently walked into it. I snuggled up to Michael and we watched the movie in silence. It was some action flick with lots of explosions and special effects. I wasn't into it at all. I just stared blankly at the TV. thinking of what to tell him. He was my best friend. I told him everything. He knew everything that happened to me and we had been friends since sixth grade.

When the demon walked out he was wearing a black v neck shirt and a pair of black well fitted jeans. He had his own clothes folded neatly in his hands. He set them down on the couch arm as he sat next to me. I had finally decided just to tell Michael everything.

"Ok, Michael. I'm going to tell you what's going on but you can't freak out, ok? Promise you won't freak?" I looked at him expectantly.

"Yeah, sure. I promise." He looked throughly confused.

"Alright. I was on my way here. I had just smoked some weed at the park and these four guys saw me in the ally. Blah blah blah, I got raped, beat, and they cut me. As I lay there dying I thought about everything that has happened to me and my hate was so overflowing that it summoned a demon. We made a contract and he's going to help me get revenge on everyone who has ever done me or those I care about wrong in exchange for my soul."

Michael stared at me dumfounded and confused. I had swept through the story so fast and emotionless it took him a while to put it all together. "Oh my holy fuck. Are you serious?" I nodded. He believed me. Not even I would dream up something as insane as this and he knew it. "Damn."

"Yeah, so this is my demon." I moved so Michael and the demon could look at each other. "listen, you can't tell anyone. And I mean NO ONE."

"Alright. I won't, I promise. What's his name?" I turned to the demon wanting to know as well.

"I do not have a name that you humans can say. As my mistress you may give me a name." I thought for a moment. A name...

"Sebastian." I saw a look of surprise momentarily cross his face as I spoke his new name. "What?"

"That was the name my last master gave to me. I find it interesting that you should choose to call me that as well."

"There was someone before me? Who was it?"

"His name was Ciel Phantomhive, a thirteen year old boy from England."

"Oh, cool." I looked at Michel who was looking intensely interested at Sebastian.

"What does your demon form look like?"

Sebastian's crimson eyes rested on my best friend. "I would rather not show myself in front of my mistress. I assure you I'm quite a terrifying creature."

"Come on. Please. I'm sure she'll be fine."

"I don't care either way, but leave him alone. You just met and you tend to be overwhelming. First you expect him to change clothes in front of you and now you want to see his demon form? Calm down." I laughed, interrupting him before he could pester the demon more. "Anyways I came here to ask you if I could stay the night. Samantha had to go out of town to visit her dad today and I don't like staying there alone."

"Yeah. Of course."

"Thanks." I smiled in spite of my pain and hugged him. "I'm going to go to bed. I'm tired and my head hurts.

"Alright. I'll be in there later. I want to finish this movie first."

"Ok. Night." Then turning to Sebastian "Come on." He followed me as I walked into Michael's room and turned on a lamp by the door. " I don't think there's enough room for all three of us on the bed. Michael's a huge bed hog but the couch is pretty comfy."

Sebastian's POV

"You're going to sleep with him?" Sebastian didn't think it was the best idea after she had just been raped not two hours ago.

"Yeah. I do all the time." As if she knew what I was thinking she continued. "He's my best friend. I've been sleeping with him since I was 11. I'll be fine."

"As you wish, Mistress." I bowed and put my hand over my heart as had become a habit.

"Will you just call me Twyla please? All this 'Mistress' shit is weird." As she said that she took off her shirt and pants. In her bra and underwear she walked over to the dresser and pulled out a large Pink Floyd t-shirt.

'What skimpy undergarments. I'm not used to this new time.' Her body was skinny but not too so. She had a nicely curved waste and her skin was extremely pale white. Once he would have dressed his master for bed but he looked away as his new mistress did so, not wanting to offend her.

"I'll get you a blanket and pillow." She walked over to the bed and pulled off a pillow which she threw onto the couch in the corner of the room. She then headed for the door of the room. Before she could reach it she yelped and began to fall. Before Twyla could hit the ground I had darted forward to catch her.

"You need to rest. Besides, you shouldn't be waiting on me. I'm your servant." I picked her up and carried her over to the bed and pulled back the covers. I laid her down on the white sheets and pulled the black covers up over her. I tucked her in and walked out to the main part of the basement. "May I have a blanket?"

"Yeah, just in that closet there." He pointed to a closet in the hall way. I grabbed a messily folded blanket and headed back to the room. "Hey, you wanna finish watching this with me?" Twylas human friend turned to look at the me. He looked to be about the same age as Twyla and he had messy black hair which I guessed was dyed based on the blonde roots that were beginning to show. His hazel eyes shone with interest.

"No. I'm tired and need some sleep." Without another word I turned into the room. I turned off the lamp and looked over at Twyla. She was already asleep. She looked so peaceful. 'I get such a strange feeling when I'm around 're already so close but we've only been together for a few hours. At the same time though we're so distant as if there's a barrier between us.' She stirred slightly as I brought the covers up over her shoulders. I looked at her a moment longer then walked over to the couch where I would be sleeping. It was just barely long enough for me but it was fairly comfortable.

I slept well that night and woke early the next morning around 7:00. I had slept in the clothes that I was given so I had no need to change. The basement room was dark. The only small window was covered by a thick back curtain so no light could get through. I had decided not to wake Twyla yet. I coud tell she was exhausted still. Careful not to wake her I leaned over the bed.

She was cuddled up next to Michael and he had his arm around her. I reached across her and tapped him on the shoulder. He grumbled something inaudible and snuggled closer to Twyla. I shoved his arm a little harder this time. "Michael." This time he opened his eyes and stared groggily up at me.

"What the fuck do you want?" He glanced over at the alarm clock and back at me with exasperation. "It's 7:00 in the morning."

"I was aware of the time. I'm going to make breakfast. How many people are living here?" I tried to be as polite as I could but for some reason he annoyed me.

"Three counting me." Without another word he buried his face in his pillow and went back to sleep. I silently went upstairs into the kitchen. I opened the cupboards untill I found a box of pancake mix and all the ingredients I would need to make them.

'It's been such a long time since I've cooked. I hope Twyla doesn't react the same way Ciel did when I made his first meal.' I enjoyed the silence as I prepared and cooked breakfast. I knew that my new mistress would prove to be very interesting. There was a thick mystery shrouding her and I was determined to uncover it.

When the pancakes were done. I set the table for Michael's two family members. Expertly I carried the other two plates back into the basement. I set them on the coffee table in the main room where the large Tv. was.

"I smell pancakes!" Michael's voice shouted from his room. He was awake now so I decided to stay in the main room.

"Michael." That was Twyla. She sounded tried still.

"Come on! Get up! He made us pancakes!"

"Do you always think with your stomach? Damn you hold on. Let me get out of the fucking bed first ok." I sat quietly on the couch as they got out of bed and walked into the main room. Michael said nothing as he spotted the pancakes and rushed to the coffee table. He began shoving them into his mouth as if her were starving.

Twyla walked slowly after him rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She sat down on the couch and looked at me. "Thank's Sebastian. It's been a while since I've had pancakes." She smiled at me and took a small bite. "Holy shit! These are the best pancakes I've ever had! Damn!"

"If I couldn't make a decent breakfast for my mistress, what kind of butler would I be?" I put my hand over my heart and she laughed a little. 'That smile. It's unlike anything I've ever seen before. So pure yet...demonic.'

Whail then! This is my first fan fiction so I hope this all goes well. :D I'm really eager to write this. I think about it all the time. I'm on a long road trip and I don't always have access to my computer so I can't write when I need to and ideas are tearing my mind apart! Please review!