Ciel Phantomhive.

He – the Earl who had it all.

Wealth, women falling over him, loyalty to extremes from his servants and luxury beyond any other human.

Then again, Earl Ciel Phantomhive was no longer human.

Oh no, he was a demon now, and he was relishing in every moment of it.

His childish features had grown to little above a 16 year old. Yet women still fell at his feet.

One of the many advantages of being a demon.

One day, Ciel and Sebastian were walking through a backstreet of London. Seldom people were seen on this street, only people with a purpose, which is why Ciel had been surprised to see a young girl walking towards them.

Tch, probably just another whore.

She had probably spotted one of them, recognised them as people with money and decided to risk the odds.

As she passed though, she paid them no attention, but until she passed and the wind swept their hair from around them, swishing their rich clothes in the process. It was only then that Ciel noticed the flicker of shock in her eyes, followed very quickly by a furious, heated glare, strong enough to melt the polar caps.

Ciel was astonished and this happened all between a split second.

He stopped and watched the mysterious girl's recreating figure with interest. He hadn't paid close enough attention, otherwise he may have noticed the richness of the fabrics she wore. No whore could afford them. He recognised them as the finest silks from China and the richest of velvets. They were dark blue silks, her bodice encrusted with real pearls. Not noticeable by human eyes as it was covered by her black velvet cloak.

Naturally, as a demon, Ciel noticed this quite easily.

She intrigued him more than any other human in this lifetime.

"Sebastian," Ciel called silkily. "Yes my Lord?"

"Who is she? Do you have any connection to her?" He questioned. Sebastian thought for a moment. He had thought it was only him that had noticed the blonde haired girl's glare. Evidently not.

Now why did she look so familiar? Sebastian knew for a fact he had seen the girl before. But where?

And more importantly, why?

"I do believe I have seen the girl before my Lord, yet I cannot remember when or why." Sebastian said, watching her black cloak disappear around the corner.

Ciel hummed to himself, a plan formulating in his mind.

"Did you give her any reason to glare at you so coldly?"

"Not that I am aware of my Lord."

Ciel nodded, this mind calculating plans. "Let us go Sebastian."

The near white haired girl sat on an armchair, curled up into herself. It was the early hours of the morning. Yet, she couldn't sleep.

She never thought she would see it again. That horrible, horrible creature.

She would never forgive it. What did it deserve to be forgiven? No, not in this lifetime, nor the next.

She felt as if she was being mentally tortured. She wanted to sleep, she was desperately tired, but every time she shut her eyes, those blood-filled memories returned. She didn't want to see them. Not again.

She was so deep in thought she never heard a gentle knock on the door until it opened and by then she already had her bow and arrow lined up for a perfect hit.

The elder blonde woman smiled tiredly.

"Sweetheart, what are you still doing up?" Her grandmother asked softly. The younger girl relaxed her stance, putting the weapon away again.

"I'm sorry Grandmother. I couldn't sleep." The younger whispered. Her grandmother smiled sympathetically.

"The dreams again?"

The smaller pale blonde haired girl shuddered even at the mention. "Yes." She whispered softly.

"Go back to bed at least. Try and sleep." Her grandmother whispered. The younger nodded and slipped back under the covers.

The lack of sleep soon caught up with her, as she tumbled into a restless sleep.

Ciel looked in the window. He had been waiting hours for the girl to fall asleep. Tracking her down was one of the simplest things he had to ever do. Her soul called to him, tempted him, demanded acknowledgment.

Yet, her mind was craving revenge, a revenge darker than his own had been. One much more sinister.

He watched the girl toss and turn restlessly in her sleep, flinching every now and again. She would jolt up, wide awake, before sleep deprivation caused her to merely fall back into unconsciousness, where she was still.

She was almost hypnotic to watch.

Once Ciel was sure she was asleep, he appeared in her room. He was completely silent as he walked closer to the sleeping girl. As he looked as her though… He couldn't see her as just a meal. There was something more to her.

He climbed above her on her bed, making sure not to wake her until when he wanted her to be awake.

He brushed some of the blonde strands out of her eyes. The coldness of his fingers across her heated skin woke her with a jolt. For a tense moment nothing but horror passed through her tense figure, but it soon turned to anger.

"You!" She spat furiously. Ciel merely smirked down at her. "Hello again my dear."

She blinked up at him and for the briefest of seconds, Ciel had no idea what she was going to do.

The sharp slap riveted across the room. Ciel blinked in surprise. The girl looked so unsure of herself, Ciel almost pitied her.

"That was a mistake my dear." He whispered in her ear, almost growling as she flinched away from him.

He covered her nose and mouth, easily ignoring her muffled cries and how she clawed at his hands with her sharp, well cared for nails.

After mere minutes the clawing on his hands lessened and her creamy white arms fell to her sides against the soft matters. He removed his bleeding hands and her head lolled to the side.

Ciel estimated she would be unconscious for only a little while, she seemed quite strong. So, he would have to hurry.

He slipped his arms under her light body and lifted her easily from the bed. He moved towards the empty window but paused on the sill when he heard a faint creak.

The door of the girl's bedroom opened and the grandmother stared in horror. She couldn't comprehend what was happening in words. Ciel smirked at the older woman, bowed his head to her and disappeared into the darkened night.

Sebastian bowed as his master arrived with the blonde haired girl. "Welcome back my Lord. Shall I prepare a room for her?"

"Yes, I will question her once she wakes." Ciel said handing her somewhat uncaringly to Sebastian.

She groaned softly sitting up. She rubbed her eyes gently with the back of her hand. She looked around the unfamiliar room and tried to remain as calm as physically possible.

She ran her fingers through her soft blonde hair. What was going on?

The lock on the door was turned, as if it was being unlocked. Through the door he appeared again. She was tempted to growl. Instead she merely turned away from him, rolling onto her other side facing away from the door instead. The retched thing chuckled lightly. "It is extremely rude to ignore your host." She tried not to show any reaction as his voice was only centimetres from her ear. But she tensed and she knew the bastard was smirking sadistically behind her.

"Last time I checked, kidnapping someone wasn't considered polite either." She shot back venomously.

"Ah, she speaks. So spitefully and cruelly. It breaks my heart." She knew he was still smirking. What was he doing? Attempting to charm her?

"You have no heart." She said pulling the silk sheets to cover herself more. He ran his fingers through her hair and she jumped back, slamming her back into one of the four bedposts away from him.

"Would you mind refraining from touching me?" She asked icily. He chuckled.

She took a minute to take in his features. She hadn't paid much attention to him since now. He was clearly taller than her, he was leaning casually against the diagonal bedpost she was pressing herself against.

She could see he would tower over her. She wasn't exactly sure how old he was. But going by his sharp facial features she presumed he was a few years her senior. His one visible eye was a deep blue. Deeper then she had ever seen before.

His skin was perfect, unblemished and of the palest cream. She wanted to touch it, to see if it was as smooth as it looked. He was lean, but she knew only all too well he was much, much stronger than she could ever dream to be.

But of course he looked perfect.

He was meant to.

"Do you like what you see?" He questioned, standing in-front of her suddenly and gently tipping up her chin. She glared at him, moving her head out of the reach of his cold but surprisingly soft fingers.

"I thought I asked you to refrain from touching me?" She asked coldly, looking away from him and sending him a sideways glare that matched her tone.

He merely smirked, amused by her constant defiance. "Now, now my sweet, there is no need to be so defensive. I would not hurt you, I could not live with myself if I knew I had marred such perfect skin." He said, gently tracing his fingertips down her cheek. This time she didn't move away, she just glared icily.

"You probably have done much worse than just mare skin." She snarled. He just chuckled but didn't answer.

"You seem to know much about me, yet, I know nothing about you. Not even your name." The girl looked up at him.

Did he honestly expect her to tell him? What an idiot.

"Why is it of any importance? Are women so repelled by you that you feel the need to kidnap them in order to have contact with them?"

The amusement left his eyes. "I liked you better then you blatantly refused to speak." He said. She gave him no noticeable reaction.

"What is your name girl?" He asked, all charm and anything appealing gone from his voice. Now she smirked. She had finally gotten under his skin. Good. The bastard deserved it.

"Again, why do you want to know?"

"Sebastian," He called, glancing towards the door. She followed the gaze to the door and tensed. That thing was here too. Brilliant.

The black haired man walked towards them and bowed to the other, but didn't say anything. He clearly knew what he had to do already.

"I am giving you one last chance, what is your name?"

She said nothing. She just folded her arms and glared.