Me: This is a Sebastian Michealis love story I came up with. Be sure to let me know what you think. Sebastian, can you do the disclaimer?
Sebastian: Anything for you, my Lady. Sarcrow13 does not own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters. She only owns her OCs.
Me: *sobbing in Tamaki's emo corner*
Ciel: What in the world are you doing?
Me: *looks up and glares at him* I'm crying, what else?
Ciel: *irritated* Why are you crying?
Me: BECAUSE I DON'T OWN KUROSHITSUJI!
Sebastian: On with the story . . . *sweatdrops*

~Chapter 1: Welcome to the Phantomhive manor~

All of the gashes oozed blood and I whimpered in pain. When the sound of the whip cracked over my head, I fliched and cowered against the wall, thoroughly coating myself again with the moss and mildew growing there.

As I moved, the chains encircling my wrists and ankles clanked loudly and chafed at the already fast forming sores there.

Violet-colored eyes loomed out of the gloom the room was cast in, and as I scrabbled at the unbudging stone wall behind me in an attempt to escape, a voice sounded, echoing around the room full of chains and flickering torches.

"You are unclean, impure. I must purify you."

I shot up from where I'd laid down to sleep a little earlier, my heart pounding quickly.. I groaned and clutched my pounding and aching head. The pain always accompanied those dreams.

"Why can't I forget how I died?" I muttered under my breath, standing slowly and brushing the dirt and grass still clinging to my simple yet beautiful red dress off.

My dress was a simple design. The top was V-necked and had gold lace sewn onto it, other than that there weren't any more special designs. The sleeves were short and ended in little points that looked like they were dipped in gold. The skirt part of the dress flared out from the top and billowed around my legs. I didn't wear a corset, considering those things were flipping painful!

Anyways, I started to walk across the dirt road when a carriage suddenly appeared. It was going to hit me!

Now, that just wouldn't do (it would raise suspicion, plus it feels weird to allow things to pass through me), so I disipated into smoke and transported myself back onto the spongy and springy grass I'd taken a little nap on. My nose was almost touching the carriage as it rocketed past.

Of course, because my luck has always been (and still is) terrible, the driver of the carriage stopped it once they were a little past where I stood. The driver hopped off the seat and walked over to me. Meanwhile, I stood there, chewing on a fingernail nervously. As soon as he was close, I made the evidence disappear.

"Miss, are you all right? I'm quite sorry I almost hit you."

I looked up and found myself looking at a handsome man. He had black hair that was shaggily cut and a fringe that hung in his eyes. Two hauntingly handsome twin orbs of crimson color stared into my eyes as if they could see into my soul (if I had one). He wore a beautifully made suit with a tie and a rose on his lapel. His suit was for a butler and clung to his figure just like my dress. It was in perfect condition, almost unhumanly so.

"You didn't hit me, sir, so I'm quite all right. You don't have to apologize," I curtsied a little and smiled.

A faint, ghost of a smile (haha I made a funny!) appeared on his lips - one that didn't reach his eyes, I might add - and he nodded his head.

"You know," I began casually, smirking a little, "I'd greatly appreciate it if you don't smile if you don't mean it. It's quite insulting."

"My apologies."

A smirk replaced the ghost of a smile and I smiled. "Much better."

Curtsying once more gracefully, I spoke in calm tones. "Now, if you don't mind, I must go."

Suddenly, the man's hand shot out and gripped my wrist at an unhuman speed.

"Now miss," he whispered seductively in my ear, his voice low and husky, "I don't appreciate liars."

I shivered a little, knowing what I looked like to him. What he saw was a defenseless young girl with rose colored hair and blue eyes that twinkled like stars. She was in a pretty red dress that was painstakingly simple, yet flattered her greatly. Her lips were a soft rose color like her hair and were twisted into a smile. Obviously, this man was a demon.

"Sebastian, what is the hold up?" A stuffy, almost snobby voice sounded from the carriage. "Shall I have to come out there?"

In one last ditch effort to escape, I entered the underlying dimension. Being in the dimension we (all the ghosts) lovingly call the being dimension.

The man's - whom I suppossed was dubbed Sebastian - hand passed through my wrist as he turned to address the person in the carriage. He stopped, his lips open to speak, when he noticed a lack of my wrist in his hand and a lack of, well, me.

I stood there, invisiible to human eyes, watching with wary eyes.

"Young Master, I believe we just hit a ghost," Sebastian called to the well polished carriage that shone (SHINY!).

The door to the really shiny carriage swung open to reveal a . . . kid? The kid had bluish-black hair that appeared to absorb the golden glow of the setting sun (I really wanted to touch it). One eye was sapphire blue and set in a stubborn gaze while the other was covered by a black silk eyepach. His clothes were the typical noble clothing, but what I noticed was upon his thumb rested a beautiful ring made of silver with a blue jem that glittered almost maliciously.

This kid was wearing a hope diamond. Yikes. Boy did that bring back memories.

Anyways, the kid opened his mouth once more. "Sebastian, this is an order. Bring that ghost to me."

Sebastian knelt on one knee. "Yes, my Lord." When he again rose, his movements were much smoother and almost unhumanly graceful, comparable to a cat's.

Curious as to what they were, I slipped my sight into the being dimension to read their auras. Right away, I could see their auras. Sebastian's aura was black and reminded me of death and sickness and decay. The kid's aura was a light shade of blue and where his soul resided (in other words, his heart) was as white as the freshly fallen snow (now where in the world have I heard that before?). What quickly alerted me to the relationship between the two was the same aura as Sebastian's clinging to the kid's eye covered by the eyepatch (his right one).

I decided on spooking the kid a little for fun, and I transported behind him. "So you needed a little help from a demon. Whatever in the world could be worth your soul?"

The kid jumped and I snickered to myself as I transported to a high up branch of a nearby tree. Of course, suddenly Sebastian's arms wrapped around me kind of gently and I jumped at the sudden contact.

"Well, I guess you figured out where I was hiding. How long did it take you to think of looking in the being dimension?" I asked him, allowing myself to materialize.

He chuckled softly and placed his lips at my ear. "Before your little stunt to scare my young master. I only allowed you to scare him because it amused me."

I smirked a little and replied, "Glad to know I can amuse a demon. Isn't that a big achievement?"

Suddenly the kid interrupted us annoyedly. "Quit bantering with her, Sebastian, and bring her here!"

Before the demon holding me around the waist could respond or do anything, I escaped his arms and jumped from the tree branch I had stood on. Now, you must realize, the tree branch was high enough in the air if a human jumped, they would die upon impact. Luckily, I haven't been human since that stupid angel decided to 'purify' me!

Before the kid could stop himself, he shouted out in concern. I, of course being me, landed on the balls of my feet and bounded over to where the kid stood.

Sebastian appeared by the kid's side like a shadow just as I skidded to a halt in front of him. Deciding, regrettably, against my better and much smarter insticnts, I decided to act like myself instead of a normal person.

"Did you know whales can fly?" I asked in a childish tone, acting completely and totally serious.

Sebastian looked as if he was surpressing laughter, but on the other hand, the kid wasn't so amused by my silly antics.

"What is your name?" he asked, a tick mark throbbing on his forehead.

"I don't want to tell you." I crossed my arms over my chest and set my jaw stubbornly as I glared at him.

The look on both of their faces were priceless. They both looked flabbergasted I would refuse . . . Flabbergastered is such a fun word to say! Flabbergasted, flabbergasted, flabbergasted, flabbergasted . . . *continues skipping around and singing the word flabbergasted*

Anyways, *clears throat*, guess I should clear something up. No, I am not stupid or retarded. Yes, someone could turn me into an asylum for a just reason and the asylum would accept me.

"Sebastian," the kid spoke, glaring daggers at me.

Sebastian smirked and stepped forward. I merely scoffed in response. "If you're going to try to seduce me or put me into a trance, don't bother. It won't work on me. One of the perks of being a ghost."

My words stopped both of them in their tracks. A small, fleeting look of irritation crossed Sebastian's face and then was gone.

"What do we have to do to get you to answer our questions?" the kid asked, fidgeting slightly where he stood.

I smirked. "Say please."

The kid anime-fell, but Sebastian only chuckled in response. Then he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, reaching into both dimensions to ensure I wouldn't escape capture. His lips met my ear once more. "Please."

I shoved his face away from mine. "Not from you, idiot. From the little kid."

The kid looked enraged and insulted. "I'm Ciel Phantomhive! I'm not a kid!"

I raised my eyebrows, giving up on my attempts to escape Sebastian's arms. "So you're a midget?" Inside, however, I was panicking. Ciel Phantomhive was my killer's next target! What was I going to do?!

Ciel glared at me, another tick mark joining the first to throb on his forehead. ". . . please . . ."

As Sebastian chuckled again, I cocked my head and cupped my hand around my ear. "Sorry, what was that?"

Ciel glared at me again, his eye flashing dangerously with anger. "Please!" he exploded.

I mock-sighed. "I guess I'll tell you . . ."

Ciel's eye twitched.

"First of all, can we get out of this godforsaken forest?"

Ciel gritted his teeth but did not yell at me. Instead, his voice was smooth and emotionless. "Sebastian, let's go back to the manor."

Sebastian bowed at the waist, somehow managing to still keep his hold on me. "Yes, my Lord."

He released me, and I transported into the carriage. Ciel, of course, stopped to gape at me.

I poked my head out of the carriage. "Coming? If not . . . well, I guess you don't need to hear my story."

Ciel grew furious. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me." I returned his furious glare with a stony glare of my own.

Ciel quickly climbed into the carriage and Sebastian closed the door behind him.

When the carriage started moving, I sighed and looked at Ciel emotionlessly.

"My name is Victoria Sterling. Yes, before you ask, I am a ghost. No, I do not know who killed me. All I remember are purple eyes. What I know for sure is my mission. Before I move on to wherever I'm going next - whether it be Heaven or Hell, I don't know - I have to vanquish my killer.

"Ciel, I know who killed your parents and burned down your mansion. It was my killer. Whether you wish me to or not, I'm going to help you get your revenge."

Ciel was shocked at my declaration. "Y-you would do that for me?"

I smiled softly. "Of course. I want revenge on them as much as you do. In fact, I would make a contract with a demon, but seeing as how I technically don't have a soul, that's not going to happen."

Ciel's brow furrowed and he blinked. "You don't have a soul? Why not?"

"So you want to know more about ghosts basically?" I smiled again.

Ciel nodded unenthusiastically, but his visible eye revealed his interest in the subject.

"Okay, I'll start with the basics. Sebastian, you listening?"

I heard Sebastian make a noise of assent and smiled.

"Anyways, I'll answer your question, Ciel. I do have a soul - as do all ghosts -, but our souls cannot be eaten or detected. Cool, huh?"

Ciel blinked. "That's interesting. What about your government?"

I smiled wider. "We don't have a government. The reasoning behind this decision is not many humans are chosen to become ghosts, so there really isn't any reason to have a government in the first place."

Ciel blinked a little more, and when I heard the gate to his estate creak open, I pretended to lock my lips shut with an imaginary key and throw the key away. "In order to know more, you'll have to wait for another time."

Ciel frowned.

The moment the carriage stopped, I was out of my seat. I gave Ciel a brief peace sign then slipped into the being dimension and walked through the carriage door.

Luckily for me, I was expecting Sebastian's ungentlemanlike attempt to trip me. Instead of tripping and falling on my face clumsily like he wanted, I neatly hopped over his leg and stood in the gravel. Sebastian only sighed and began to open the door for Ciel.

Sneakily, I slipped my eyes into the being dimension and studied Sebastian. As soon as I knew he wasn't in the being dimension, I formulated a plan quickly.

Once Sebastian opened the door to the carriage, I called upon my secret reserves of strength (with my reserves, I can take on anything) and slammed my shoulder into Sebastian's. Sebastian stumbled backwards, startled by my actions and my strength, and I ended up helping Ciel out of the carriage.

Ciel blinked in response, but made no comment.

Sebastian then walked over in an attempt to salvage some of his dignity. Yeah, I burst out laughing. He gave me a glare that would have terrified any normal, sane person. Luckily I'm neither of those things. By this point, I was dying from lack of oxygen because of laughing so hard (metaphorically so, seeing as how I'm already dead).

Suddenly Ciel interrupted my dying for a second time. "Victoria, would you like to work for me? You will be paid, have a place to stay, and be fed meals - if you need them."

I smiled, turning to him and ceasing my laughter at Sebastian's expense. "Eating is actually a luxury for ghosts. We can still taste and everything, but we never get sick or become hungry. As for my answer, Ciel, I would love to. Just one quick question though: why do you want me to work for you?"

"Because you can annoy Sebastian."

I practically was rolling on the ground laughing I was laughing so hard. Sebastian's eye twitched just as I thought I was done, and that brought on another onslaught of laughter.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Ciel's voice was softer than before, and it brought the corners of my lips twitching upward in a soft smile.

"Of course not. Go right ahead, after all, I work for you now."

Encouraged, Ciel continued. "Why is it that you act like a loon?"

Sebastian sweatdropped at his Young Master's bluntness, but I only smiled wider and laughed a little. "I am insane because I died. Dying is a very traumatic thing. In the ghost population, it is unusual to find a ghost that's even semi-normal. In fact, I am one of the proud few ghosts who have retained a little bit of their sanity."

Ciel gulped nervously. "So you're the most sane out there?"

"Yup!" I churped happily.

Ciel anime-fell. Meanwhile, Sebastian bowed to me after shooting me a smexy smirk (WTF am I thinking?!).

"Welcome to the Phantomhive Manor."