Disclaimer

I do not own Sebastian, Ciel. Only Andrew Levethian and Chelsea Lingersheen are mine. The concept of the demons, shinigami etc. don't belong to me

"So, here we stand, against each other" she spoke, truly weighing her words. She had her hands loosely at her side as she stared at him, in utter concern and even…disbelief.
"So it seems" he spoke. Behind him stood the figure with a his trademark smirk on his face, long, in black. On her shoulder laid a white-gloved hand, protecting. She blinked to get those nasty tears out of her face. A watery smiled adorned her pale skin. She looked into his eyes, one red and one black with a pentagram in it. A breeze pulled at her coat.
"I have one question, before…"
"Before..?" he asked with slight sarcasm.
"What happened to Alois Trancy and Claude Faustus?" she asked, her façade breaking.
"Alois Trancy's soul was consumed by Hannah Annefellows. Claude Faustus was killed by Sebastian Michealis" he replied.
"So he was dead, after all" she said, her façade now utterly shattered. It started rain now, gently at first but soon soaking. She felt uncomfortable with three around her. She stood there, waiting. None of them spoke. She waited for one of them to make a move.
"Where are you waiting for? Isn't there going to be a big battle erupting about my soul?" she asked a little unsure. Three completely different laughs erupted at the same moment. She shook her head.
"Am I funny once more? Do I, the pitiful human amuse you, Ciel Phantomhive?" she spat at him. He looked slightly disturbed by this, to have this look quickly replaced by amusement.
"To be honest, you are quite funny" the figure behind Ciel said, his red eyes staring intently at her. She scowled at him.
"Chelsea, I ask permission to stay at your house" Ciel asked me, before an argue could interrupt.
"Why should I?" She spat once again. "Find a home yourself"
"But oh, milady, but as a young noble, doesn't hospitality matter to you?" the figure behind her asked. She knew he was smirking.
"Andrew, did I ask you something?" I said, casting him a stern glance over my shoulder. His black hair was tied back with a black ribbon, only a few strands of hair in front of his marble face. He flashed a toothy grin at her. He was perfect, such as the figures in front of her.
"Alright then, I suppose. But not too long. For my guests won't really think good of me if they see you. I'm not sure if their keen on living deaths" she said, her tone still angry, cold, almost biting. She turned around and paced past her own butler. He followed her, opening the door of the carriage for her. She sat down in the corner. Next to her sat Ciel, and his own butler, Sebastian. She'd glared once at Ciel, before looking in the darkness outside. As the carriage stopped again, she'd stepped out of the carriage, pacing to her study and locking it, locking all the memories outside. She laid her head in her hands and silently cried.

"I am sorry for her rude behavior" Andrew apologized. He took their coats and the top-hat of the noble before leading them to their rooms.
"I must get her tea before nine, or she'll get my head. If you excuse me" the butler apologized before slipping away.
"Hmm, she still likes white and cobalt, does she?" Sebastian observed the room of his master.
"It appears she does" Ciel replied absently.
"Bocchan, what is bothering you?" Sebastian dared to question.
"I thought she'd be happy, Sebastian" he spoke, turning his attention to his butler. "But she seems to hate me"
Sebastian remained silent at this.

"Enter" she called. She'd expected Andrew bringing her tea, but instead Ciel came in. She turned her head away, not looking at him. She didn't looked like a girl. No, she looked like a androgyny creature, without any gender. She'd still had her coat on.

"Lady Lingersheen?" he asked as he took seat on her desk. She didn't reply.
"Please, Chelsea" he urged her. She looked up, her eyes flaming with hate.
"Leave my study" she said, her voice trembling just as her clenched fists. "Now"

And so he left.

A/N - Hello there readers, I am Kitten. I hope you enjoy my story. Please attent me on grammar mistakes. English isn't my first language, so I hope it'll work out.