Her Butler

This takes place sometime in the past. I was thinking, Ciel couldn't possibly be the only master that Sebastian had, so I'm making this to see how his last "master" might go. Time is 1845, February.

A Note: I am aware that Ciel probably gave Sebastian his name and probably had other names during his "life". However, for recognition sake I'm going to use it.

And I can't resist~ Opening theme: Dancing in the Velvet Moon

Her Butler, Strange: Morning

How could it be? How long has it been? "You understand the gravity of your decision?" the voice asked.

"Yes" I whispered a weak reply.

I lay in an in-between, white feathers piled below and a flurry of rose petals fall above. I stare blankly at the dark spaces between them. They land on my skin and melt in like snowflakes. I feel a strange sensation as they land, as if they're purifying me, but that couldn't be. "Once you agree to this the Gates of Paradise will forever be closed to you, you will never find true peace, do you accept the terms?" the voice asks again.

The voice was decidedly male, it was beautiful, smooth, warm, soothing, it made my skin prickle and sweat softly. "Yes," I replied again. "Is it over, is it done?"

There was no vocal response, but then the petals and feathers turned black and started to swirl and swarm around me, coating me in their darkness, giving me a new skin, a new identity, a new life. This is how it began, this is how HE changed my life and turned it into something... extraordinary.

"Time to wake up, my lady," he cooed and swept the curtains open and let the garish morning light stream in.

I groaned and rolled over, bringing the pillow over and above head. My hands grabbed the sides of the pillow and pressed it down on my head. He clapped his hands twice. "Up!" he said.

Like I was some common dog. I couldn't help but giggle and sink deeper into the silky sheets. "Now, my lady!" he said a little more sternly this time.

I giggled again as he flung off the coverlet and I grabbed at the top sheet to cover my body. "Alright, alright!" I cried. "I'm up!"

I looked up into his face, that gentle, stern face that I've known for a few years now. I cherished his eyes above everything else, those amber eyes that looked like melted chocolate and carmel candy. His pale complexion that still looked supple and soft. His angular facial features that are still so subtle. His hair, an oily black, the purest black of a crow's feather. And that smile, that infuritating yet contagious smirk.

I grabbed my robe from the chair beside my bed and wrapped it around me. Sebastian helped out of the bed and I assessed myself in my full length mirror. Golden blonde hair ruffled from sleep, grey-blue eyes crusted at the edges, and still pale skin the mark of the aristocrat. At sat down at my bureau and handed him a soft bristled brush. He lifted a section of my hair and tugged it gently through. This is my life as Jezebel, the Head of the Romulus family line, you'd think a man would have this role? Well, you'd be correct. Technically I did not inherit FULL possession of my parents' estate, "the rest" being a few substantial financial figures, TOTAL control of my family's company, and their abundant smaller estates. "What's on the agenda today, Sebastian?" I asked.

"Today you have a meeting with Lord Cambridge, he wants to discuss the shipment rations," Sebastian explained. "In the evening you are attending Lady Philops dinner party."

My family's company was a well reknowned for it's jewelry production. And I had my eye on it since the day I could read. But no worries I can live with the money the company makes, cooperate with smaller branches off the company, and the main estate is fairly large. "And the hairstyle for today, Miss?" Sebastian asked.

"A simple french twist today," I said as I looked blankly at my reflection.

"Very good, my lady," Sebastian said and started to twist and tease my hair.

Sometimes I wished he didn't wear his gloves, his fingers were so skillful and gentle, never pulling a single strand out of my scalp. It sent shivers down my spine as he swept his fingers through the locks. "To your liking, my lady?" he asked as he finished his craftsmenship.

I turned my head every which way and smiled and nodded. "As skillful and perfect as always, Sebastian," I complimented and stood from my seat. "Could you send up Laurie, I must change as well."

"Yes, my lady," Sebastian said and bowed elegantly with his right hand over his heart.

"And Sebastian?" I called before he could leave.

Sebastian turned his head and barely looked at me. "Loose the 'my lady' title," I instructed. "Use something a little more... whimsical."

Sebastian chuckled and smirked, he turned back to me and bowed again. "As you wish, my... mistress," he said and smiled that demon smile.

"Mistress," I let the word tickle and slide along my tongue. "I like that, keep that."

Sebastian nodded and went along his way. Laurie was my head maid out of the four that were here. Laurie was a beautiful woman of twenty with black hair, pail skin, and purple eyes. Her eyes were interesting too, but I hardly pondered on them. "Aaaahhh!" I cried. "What are you trying to do back there?"

Laurie pulled at the strings of my corset and rolled her eyes. "Beauty is pain, my lady," she said and pulled them tighter.

"Stop it, you're going to kill me!" I cried and wrenched her fingers away from the laces.

"What is all this fuss?" Sebastian asked as he opened the doors dramatically.

Laurie shrugged. "My lady complains that her corset is too tight, yet just yesterday I had it a few lengths tighter," she protested.

I sighed and shook my head. Sebastian only chuckled and went to my changing screen. "Sebastian!" I cried and shrunk back deeper into it. "I'm not decent!"

Sebastian only chuckled again and gripped my laces. "I'm afraid it can't be helped, mistress," he said and dragged me back to the edge.

I shook my head again. "Now take a deep breath in," he instructed. "And suck in your stomach."

I did as I was told sucking it in as far as I could. He tugged on the strings and it was tightened as far as it could. "And out," he said.

I let the breath go and found much resistance. I coughed a few times before getting used to my restricted waist. "You can tell this thing was made by a man," I exclaimed. "No woman would do this to herself."

Sebastian only laughed. I crossed my arms and glared at him. "Don't mock my dignity!" I cried and marched over to stand in front of him.

Even though he was at least a foot taller than I was, I tried make myself taller. "Wouldn't think of it, mistress," Sebastian teased.

I rose my hand and tapped him on the cheek. "Males are so predictable, I can't very well punish you for instinct," I said and winked at him playfully.

"Instinct?" Sebastian questioned.

"It's natural for you to defend your sex," I elaborated. "As it is for me."

I slipped on a bright blue dress that complimented my eyes and complexion. Laurie helped me with the buttons and straightened out my skirts. "This morning's breakfast is a walnut dressed french toast with fresh maple syrup and cream and fresh strawberries. The sides are scrambled eggs and your choice of meat."

I smiled and my mouth watered at the thought of melting dough and cream in my mouth. "You spoil me, Sebastian," I said and walked with him down the hall.

Sebastian smiled. "Apparently," he said. "If your waist has grown a few sizes."

He pinched my side and I slapped his hand away. This time I slapped him fully on the face. "You know better than to touch me so easily!" I scolded.

"Forgive me, mistress," Sebastian said and bowed to me.

I sighed. "Remember your place, butler," I said and turned away from him.

As always he followed me two paces behind...

I licked my lips and rose the fork to my mouth. I could have cried at how delicious the french toast was. "Terry, you are absolutely exquisite!" I said and turned to the boy by my side.

Terry Finnigan was a boy of 16-17, though he was young he was a splendid cook, I kept wondering if he had a slight bit of demon in him. He was about as tall as I was and had a slim build. His long brown hair was tied back neatly, showing off dark brown eyes and impressive cheek bones. He gave me a smile and blushed. He was a shy creature as well, but I found that very endearing. The triplets Sara, Sarafina, and Saree Fontaine stood off on my left. If it wasn't for their hairstyles I'd never be able to tell them apart. They all had red hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and they were all the same height, did mention the same age of 16? Sara always kept her waist length hair tied back or she had it braided, Sarafina's was cropped to her jaw, and Saree's wavy and wild down to her shoulders. No doubt the most nosiest members of my staff. If there was something they didn't know about in this mansion, I'd be very concerned. Last, but not least my grounds keeper Henry Dermot. Henry was a sturdy man of around 17-20, had tan skin, large muscles, and short red hair. Sebastian always stood behind my chair. "I couldn't have done it without, Sebastian, Miss," Terry said and scratched his head in embarrasment.

My eyes flickered to Sebastian who only smiled. I shook my head. "Have you all attended to your chores?" I asked.

"Yes, ma'am," the triplets answered at the same time.

"Everything ship-shape in the kitchen!" Terry said and immediately straightened up.

"And the grounds are perfectly trimmed," Henry said and saluted me.

I smiled and finished what was left of my breakfast. "And now for your latin lessons," Sebastian said cheerfully.

I sighed. "Such a bore!" I groaned. "Couldn't we skip the lessons this morning, I was hoping for a walk!"

Sebastian shook his head. "Come, mistress," he said and gripped my hand.

I didn't mind the contact, it was the way he was freely touching me. I hated that he thought he could have his way with me, because I was a girl and his charge! I slapped him again. "Sebastian this is an order!" I cried. "You will never touch me without my permission!"

He stared at me with wide eyes at first, then he smiled and bowed to me. "Yes, mistress."