A raven-haired girl cautiously watched the man before her. He was full of greed, thinking only of himself. Her red bladed sword was pointed at him, in a peculiar but deadly way. He was smirking, thinking it was a toy, made for little kids. She glared at the humiliating gesture. She played with her prey, not vice versa.
"You will work for me! We could be rich! I'll pay you triple of what you make in the underworld market!" He could have sworn her eyes had flashed red in that moment of time. "Quadruple!" He shouted, finally realizing the grave situation his life was in. At this she, smirked before laughing. He'd received the wrong message, and lightly began to laugh with her. As their vocals combined, she quickly shut up, glaring at him. Pathetic.
"I serve no one." She growled as she plunging the blood red blade into his chest. Blood splattered upon her cheek, and she couldn't help herself. Her tongue traced her lips, before she spat on the ground. It was bland, sour, if you will, most of all, "Disgusting." She muttered, before walking toward his motionless corpse, ready to sip out his soul. The expression on her pale skin was disappointment. She did not like disappointment. However, revenge didn't come as she planned. "Who wishes for me to grace them with my presence?" The raven haired demon spat, before twisting and coming face to face with another. Her violet orbs scanned his form, before stopping upon his blood red eyes.
"Who are you?"
"I am merely a butler, Sebastian Michaelis. You seem to have an addiction to chopping things, do you not?" He asked, indifferently as she narrowed her eyes skeptically.
"Your point, please."
"Come with me, where I can put your skills to good use." He raised an eyebrow as her eyes gleamed with interest, and she followed him until they came upon a mansion. Cecilia stared at the building lovingly. The outside walls were polished almost better than perfect. The windows had no stains, and seemed to glow at every dim lit candle. The gardens were neatly kept, not a stray leaf was unattended. The Mahogany wooden doors before her reflected the outside world, while the golden door knockers reflected her. Her eyes gleamed even more.
"You mean I can work here?" Sebastian nodded.
"If it is in your best interest." She rushed inside.
"Of course! What am I to do though?"
Cecilia stared at the newly made outfit I the mirror before her. It was a black skirt that made it to about mid-length of her shins, where they conveniently overlapped the white-laced black boots. Her hands were covered with gloves that reached a little below her elbow, while a pitch black top with lace and frills hugged her body. She'd had to design the thing, to prove she was a 'qualified Phantomhive Butler'. Stupid idea, if you asked her. Nevertheless, this is what she would be doing for the little eye patched brat.
"You are to design the young master his suits for all meetings and lessons. Do not disappoint him." Was what she was told. Quickly, an idea of an embarrassing before seen suit of rainbows blossomed in her mind. He'd never be able to walk through the mansion again. Before she could finish the thought, a knock on the door made her jump out of her skin. Startled, she opened the door to find Sebastian holding a few candles, with a creepy smile. She cringed.
"Yes?"
"How ready can you have an outfit for a guest done?" She cocked an eyebrow at the question, before tapping her chin.
"A day, a day and a half tops. I thought I was hired to make clothes for the Earl not his idiotic guests." Sebastian smiled, ignoring the last part.
"Have it done by six, tomorrow evening. Good night." He 'accidentally' slammed her door leaving her to gape and his absence. She could have felt her pupils flash a glittering magenta as she silently fumed. 'What a pompous ass!' She stomped the marble floors, before sitting on her bed, however, her peace was inconveniently disturbed when the door was slammed open again and a maid now lay face flat on her floor. All anger dissipated as Cecilia stared at her. She had plum locks, with large round glasses.
"You are?" The maid hopped up, embarrassing a dark tint of red covering her cheeks.
"I'm Meirin, the Phantomhive maid. Sebastian told me to hand you the details of tomorrow's suit." A slip of paper was left in Cecilia's care. Her eyes scanned down the list taken aback by the depressing details.
"There's his body size…Make it funeral like. Preferably gloomy? Limit all colors to dark tones of violet, blue or brown! Must have black somewhere on the attire. What is this, a death ball?" She fisted the clothing rubric in her hand, before angrily going through her materials once more.
Ciel Phantomhive, young Earl of the Funtom Company, sat in his throne-like seat, going overproduction information and intentionally ripping up contracts. As a plate of chocolate cake was placed on his desk, his eyes took a short glance at the vanilla frosted item, but never did his small hand stop writing.
"I assume you've found a new designer." Sebastian bowed in his master's presence.
"Of course. It is only natural that a servant of the Phantomhive can do this. Here is her file." A large envelope was handed to Ciel, who sighed, and pulled out the info sheet. There was no picture of her, however the information was there.
"Name: Cecilia Pennington, Age: unknown, Sex: Female, Birth: May 21, Bio: Cecilia is a known underworld criminal who sells genuine hand crafted garments and swords. She also has an illegal weaponry shop, known to very few. She has never been arrested, or caught in these acts. No parents are known to this person. She switches shop frequently, and the police do not know her face." He read monotonously, while going through newspapers with headlines about her in them. He looked at the most recent one. Adam Smith killed by Pennington. After wanting to sign a contract with Pennington, he was found dead on the top of a locally abandoned warehouse. The young master stared up at his butler.
"You know as much as I do, young master. That is the most information there was about her, the others are newspapers repeating the same thing, only the names vary." Ciel nodded, before pulling off his eye patch.
"Sebastian, this is an order: Find out everything you can from Cecilia, Lau, Madame Red, or anyone else." Sebastian gave an eerie smile before bowing down once more to the young boy.
"Yes, my lord."