My name is Maddox L. Kaylock, Countess to be exact. I am fifteen years old, and I have always wanted to be the Queen's guard dog.

I know what reactions I would get if I told people that. I'm absolutely daft aren't I? Because that role is already taken.

Beatrice Nicholas is the demon I've made a contract with six years ago. Ever since I met her, though I was young, I've decided to hold my parent's wishes to one day defeat the Phantomhives and become the Queen's new guard dog. So far I've gotten close. Very close. I just have make it another naked inch and I'll be there. I've already become close with the Queen, and she trusts me... but why doesn't she trust me as much as that damned Phantomhive? Why is it that I am always losing to Phantomhive? Why Phantomhive? Their sweets even beat ours by a naked inch, a naked inch. Its always so close but I can never reach it.

At the moment, instead of being the Queen's guard dog, she only comes to me for clean up duty. To only take care of the Phantomhives messes. I, a Countess, am no more than a janitor. Absolutely insulting. I didn't like coming in second to anyone, but it seems that's what I've always been good at.

I've never met Phantomhive once in my life. But I know everything about him. I know everything about everyone in this Country. Those who matter, I mean. And I know things that no one else knows.

"Ready to dry off, Milady?" Beatrice said, opening the bathroom door and peeking through the crack with her crimson eyes.

"Yes," I said calmly, resting my hands on the edges of the tub and standing up, feeling a small breeze reach my skin as Beatrice opened the door and stepped inside.

She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my shoulders.

I stepped out of the bath tub, Beatrice took a seat at the edge of the tub and proceeded to dry me off.

"Milady..." Beatrice murmured.

"What is it." I said.

"I believe it's about time you start thinking about betrothal."

I snorted. "Ah, I knew we'd talk about this sooner or later. Tell me, why must I be betrothed? Why on earth do I need to get married? Is independence such a crime?"

"Lady Kaylock, many children are already betrothed at much younger age, you've been independent for long enough. You're already much too old not to know who you'll be married to."

Beatrice knelt down on her knees to dry the rest of my body. I turned to face her and tipped her chin up so her eyes would meet mine.

"Not interested." I said with a sarcastic smiled.

Beatrice gave a sigh. She lowered the towel and stood up, taking off her gloves. She raised her tattooed hand to my face. Her pale slender fingers with her long black nails, caressed my cheek.

She lowered her face to mine, our lips so close together I could feel her breath. She looked into my eyes hungrily as she slid her other hand from my waist down to my thigh.

"My dear Master," she Beatrice whispered in my ear, her soft lips traveled along my neck and jaw gently. "Why must you be so difficult with me."

I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face into her large breasts, her being much taller than I. I began undoing the buttons of her uniform shirt, exposing them little by little.

"I'm not being difficult with you." I said, kissing her chest. "Give me what I want."

"The only reason I am here is to give you what you want, My Lady." She said to me as ran her fingers through the back of my dark cropped hair and met her lips with mine.

We heard the door to the bathroom open.

"Oh dear," we heard someone say. "My Lady, you've just got out of the tub and you are already wanting Beatrice for your selfish needs. I am quite jealous."

It was Elliott. Beatrice's twin brother.

Elliott is also a demon but I hadn't made a contract with him, I only found out about him once I had made my contract with Beatrice and the first couple days we were living together he showed up. Elliott and Beatrice are very close, so he followed her from the demon realm.

Beatrice asked me if I wished to let Elliott stay with us, and if not then she would send him away immediately, but I decided to let him stay. Like Beatrice, he had a quite exquisite beauty. And while I made no contract with him and he has no bind to serve me and nor do I for him, I could use him for other harmless purposes.

"Join us, Elliott." I replied, looking up to see his tall pale figure standing in the doorway. He was shirtless, and by the look of his long shaggy platinum blonde hair, I could tell he had just gotten up.

"My, you're a greedy one." He smirked as he walked over to us. "Sister, please provide a seat for our Lady."

Beatrice sat down on top of the toilet seat, pulling me over to sit in her lap. I sat down, and Beatrice began kissing the back of my neck. I leaned back against her, her breasts pressing against my bare back. Elliott came to me, getting down on his knees to level with me, and came to embrace me. My hands roamed his toned slender body as he captured my lips in his, his tongue pushing it's way through and entangling with mine as he rubbed me between my legs.

"Master, I hope this wasn't an attempt to change the subject, because the matter still stands." Beatrice said as she licked my ear lobe.

I pulled my lips away from Elliott so I could speak to Beatrice.

"Ah yes, let allow you two to speak." He said, kissing down my body until he reached his destination.

His lips and tongue invaded my innards, I let out a moan and grabbed the back of his hair, forcing him down further as I grind against his tongue.

"Beatrice..." I gasped out between moans. "As long... as I have... ah... you... and Elliott... to occupy my time... I don't need a b-betrothed..."

"But M'Lady—" Beatrice was cut off by our door knocker beating throughout the mansion.

Beatrice sighed. "Elliott. See to it our master's urges are satisfied. I will answer the door."

Beatrice got up, buttoned her uniform back up and straightened herself out, and left to go answer the door.

Elliott smirked. "Yes ma'am."

While Beatrice was gone Elliott carried me to his bedroom, I never fool about in my own bedroom because don't like to ruin my bed.

Elliott and I were going "at it" on his bed when Beatrice returned with a change of my clothes in her arms and an envelope. She sat herself down and rested her hands in her lap, watching us and patiently waiting for us to finish up.

Once we were done Beatrice came over to stand beside the bed.

"M'Lady." She said to me.

I dragged myself to the edge of the bed and swung my legs over it, letting Beatrice dress me.

"So what's all this business about betrothal?" Elliott asked as he began putting on his clothes.

"Oh, gracious." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Lady Maddox is nearing her sixteenth coming of age and still has not found a suitor."

"I don't need a suitor!" I said. "I'm quite fine on my own!"

"My Lady..." Beatrice said, helping me off the bed to put on my over coat. "You don't seem to understand. What will the Queen think when she finds out you're not betrothed? She won't take you seriously. If you're the last of your own bloodline then she won't even give you the time of day—"

"I am aware of this, Beatrice." I sighed. "It's not that I'm totally against betrothal... it's just... having to share power... it makes me uneasy."

"Wow," Elliott snorted. "You are a greedy one."

"Silence, Brother." Beatrice scolded.

"No it's alright." I said. "If this world didn't have greedy people where would be now?"

"Peace." Elliott laughed. I smiled and nodded. "Precisely."

"Sister, who was that at the door?" Elliott asked.

"A messenger. Delivering this to you." She said as she handed me the cream colored envelope.

As I was opening it, before I had a chance to even look at the paper inside, Beatrice spoke up. "It is an invitation to a ball, Milady."

I gave Beatrice a look. "You've got to stop this habit of reading my mail, Beatrice."

"I have to make sure it isn't something that will waste your time, Master."

I stared at the piece of paper. "A ball huh? At Count Roy's mansion? I haven't spoken to Count Roy in ages, why would he invite me to such an event."

Elliott rolled his eyes. "To help his image, why else?" He said as he reached over for one of his cigars. "All that boy cares about is image, knowing the right people, befriending them, using them as pawns. He's probably noticed that you've been at the Queen's side more and more lately, so he wants in on it. Not to mention how terrible he is in the sac."

"My, Elliot don't say such a thing... he wasn't... terrible."

"Oh he was indeed terrible. It's not that he was inexperienced, I just found him very... sloppy. Not attractive at all." He said as he lit his cigar and took a puff.

I sighed. "I suppose..."

"My dear Lady," Elliott said taking another puff. "I know you have a passion for sex in any way, shape, or form, but even by your standards that encounter with Roy was not up to par."

Elliott blew out some smoke from his nose. "I wouldn't ever do it with Roy again even if you paid me."

"Hm." I sighed, reaching for the Elliott's cigar and taking a puff myself then handing it back.

Beatrice immediately took the cigar away from him.

"Hey!" He exclaimed.

"No smoking around the Lady." She said.

"I've been smoking for ages Beatrice, why should you be strict with it now?" I asked.

"Smoking shortens lives. And I will be damned if I let you die of lung cancer before I get to collect your soul." Elliott and I both laughed, even though in the back of my mind I didn't think it was funny at all.

"So are you planning on going to the ball?" Elliott asked me.

"I don't see what choice I have. If I don't go then Roy will surely notice and have a fit." I replied.

"Well," he said. "Don't count on me coming along. If you're planning on going another round with that imbecile then—"

"No." I replied all too quickly.

Elliott smirked at me and patted my head. "I knew you didn't like it."

I smacked his hand away and stood up. "What time is it?" I asked. "I feel like its about time for Mrs. Turner to arrive. And we need to make arrangements for a fitting so I have something to wear to the ball."

"My," Elliott said. "It's almost hard to believe how young you are Milady, you act way beyond your years."

I gave him a smile. "Yes well—"

"Brother, you are mistaken." Beatrice said, interrupting me. She walked over to me to neat out my unruly hair. "Our precious Master is anything but beyond her years. If you look close enough, you'd see she's quite childish."

I looked up at Beatrice, her tall frame towering over me. Her blood red eyes meeting mine without breaking contact.

"Isn't that right, Milady?" She asked me, her pink plump lips forming into a smile.

Her face was long and elegant, her long light blonde hair framed it well even when it was tied up neatly like it was now. I didn't like to admit it but I both favored and envied Beatrice. Her beauty was something that was unmatched by anyone. I am glad she is my butler.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her. "Yes. You are correct." I replied. She accepted my embrace and began stroking my hair.

I had to constantly remind myself that she is a demon. A demon I made a contract with. A contract that clearly says if and when my wish is fulfilled then she is free to take my soul. I have no problem with this. I am not afraid of dying. After all I've been through in my lifetime, I've got no room to fear death. When I've finally got what I wanted, Beatrice will get what she wants. And that will be the end.

Something I didn't expect to happen when I made this contract, was how much I would come to adore Beatrice. And that in itself makes me angry. Something I didn't like to think about was the fact that I love her so much, and she does not love me back. She is a demon, she only wants my soul and that is that. The only thing she feels for me is hunger.

But deep down inside, those are facts that I choose not to come to terms with. Things that I choose not to believe unless I've heard them come straight from Beatrice's mouth. That's why I never asked. Because no matter what she says in return, I simply would not be able to deal with it. I never asked because I was afraid of what she might tell me.

I know about demons like her, they know exactly how to please their master. So if I asked her if all she thought of me was food, she could very well lie to please me. And that's what I fear. I fear she'll lie to me and force me to ask her to be honest with me, and then I'll hear something I won't want to.

I hugged her tighter. "Beatrice you are never to leave me."

"Yes, My Lady."

Better for me to live in ignorance.