This story was inspired by a fan fiction I read that was masterfully written by an author that I currently have no clue what the username is.

When I find out the username, I'll properly acknowledge them. Enjoy!

Chapter one

It was hot. Very, very hot. When I opened my unusually colored eyes, one a pretty green and the other a warm violet, I was taken aback by the

world unfolding before me. I was in a richly decorated Victorian room- no, that would be an understatement. The floors were a beautiful cherry wood,

the bed I was somehow lying on sporting a single huge pillow that was under my head and the softest blanket I have ever felt. There was a

amazing chandelier on the ceiling.

I stared in awe at the riches before me, before I sat up, with my sleek black hair falling like a mask onto my face. I groaned. Even now, in the

middle of a mysterious room, the long locks annoyed me to no end. I combed my hair with my long fingers, noticing that my black nail polish was still

on, until it gave in and organized on my head. I also became aware that my attire was changed. I was wearing a silky baby blue nightgown, and

what used to be called my clothes were tossed carelessly onto the hard surface of the floor. I silently took in the sight of my shredded and blood-

soaked attire, which consisted of a used to be white sweatshirt that was now splattered with red liquid, sliced fabric that were barely recognizable

as gray sweat pants and untainted white socks. Ha. Untainted, pure, unscathed socks. Of all things. Its presence was mocking. As if it were saying,

"I'm clean, I'm innocent. You're not!" It's true. I lost my purity to a man whom I do not know the name. How shameful.

A knock sounded on the door (that was rather large) and the knob turned. Okay. Time to play the innocent act, though I am tainted. The entrance swung open,

revealing a boy that could be no more than the age of 14. He was finely dressed in a very dark green coat, with a white shirt underneath. Over his shirt and his neck

was a blue ribbon tied into a bow. He was wearing black shorts, with the hem a inch or two above the knee.

And, over his right eye, was a eye patch. Hmm. Wonder what he could be hiding. But this was for sure; there was something up with it. His left eye,

a pretty cerulean that seemed to pierce through you, stared at me, with a mix of curiosity, suspicion, and worry. I spoke first, knowing the boy's

name. Oh, I didn't tell you? I'm in a contract. With a shape shifting demon. See, he's sleeping quite soundly, perched on the tree outside. The mark is

on my right eye, the violet one. I covered it up with a colored contact, turning it a electric purple rather than a softer, more natural shade. We

communicate through my mind, and he told me his name. Simple. "Who...are you?" I stuttered, acting. But my fear wasn't an act. I hate men.

Repulsive, heartless men. His gaze never faltered.

"I am Ciel Phantomhive, owner of the Fantom company and earl to the Phantomhives. And, little lady, who might you be?"

He took a step toward me. I backed up against the bed board, fear glinting in my eyes. And i thought, how to manipulate his guy? Ah. I see. I can

charm this guy easily. Apparently Aric knows too. 'You can do it,' he whispered in my head. I let the tears flow and buried my face into my palms.

Through a gap in my fingers, I can see the shock and a oh no look in his eye. Gotcha. He reached out for me, and I slapped his hand away.

"NO! Don't touch me!" I screamed frantically. "Don't hurt me!"

Ciel looked at me with bewilderment. "Hurt...you?"

Now this isn't an act anymore. I really don't want his filthy hands on me.

"Miss, I'm not going to hurt you. Whatever is troubling you?" I began breathing heavily. "You, a disgusting man, wouldn't understand!" screamed once again.

A flash of anger I saw in his eye, and something else. He was thinking.

"Miss, why-" " I think we should leave it at that, young master. She seems quite startled," murmured a calm voice.

A tall man equally finely dresses appeared at the doorway. "Sebastian!" One look was all it took. I instantly recognized who, no, what he was. He

was a demon. A male demon. I wiped my eyes, and stared at the pair, trembling. Sebastian stepped forward.

"Are you alright? I hope my master wasn't too harsh. I apologize." I was so scared I couldn't speak. "Ahh...what are you doing to me?" I whispered. "No...no! Make it

stop!" I wailed, shaking my head vigorously.

The demon butler reached for my shoulder, as if to comfort me, but as soon as his gloved hand came in contact with my skin, I screamed. "Aric! HELP!"

The pair looked at me in shock, until their attention was on the window shattering and a...parrot flying in. I removed my contact, revealing my mark and earning a

shocked gasp from Ciel and Sebastian. 'Dispose of them,' I thought. The diamond shaped mark glowed, blurring my vision ever so slightly. 'Yes, milady.'

So, this is my first time formatting a story like this, so please, any helpful advice is welcomed! I hope you liked it. I will gladly take any ideas. Bye for now,

-SpunPinkSugarGlaze