I see him in his smart black suit, with his white pressed top and shiny shoes, his sleek black combed hair, and Phantomhive Albert chain, and notice how such a noble butler from an aristocratic background stands out in the dirty dungeon cell. His hands are chained by strongly linked shackles, and he stares blankly at the dusty floor. As I look through the rusty prison bars I pull out an old key.
"Oh...what have we here?" I say as I close the door behind me. The butler says nothing, and continues staring at the floor. I narrow my eyes at him, but after a few seconds silence, I figure I am not going to get a response.
"Come, come, Butler. I haven't got all day." I taunt.
"You've made a big mistake."
"Oh...? Please do explain, I'm all ears." I reply sarcastically. There is silence again. "Ha...I didn't think so..."
The butler looks up at me, with narrowed dark crimson eyes. His face is a handsome one, with beautiful features, but the blood stains and bruises detract from it. I stare at him and he stares back, not in the friendliest of ways. I take a few steps towards him, and he watches my waist as I pull a whip from my belt. I crouch down slightly, and with the handle I tilt his chin up to my eyes.
"Watch where your gaze leads, Butler. Or someone shall get the wrong impression." I say, teasingly.
He says nothing, instead he smirks. His teeth are as white as fresh snow, and a few are abnormally pointy, almost vampiric. His eyes follow into mine, and his expression has changed. Instead of hatred and disgust, his eyes suggest taunting and a slight attraction towards me. I release the pressure on his chin, and once again his head droops, but not out of fatigue.
"I must admit," He says in a tone as smooth as silk, but with a small hint of sexiness. "You are quite a beautiful creature, if you don't mind me saying."
I stand up to full height, and look down on him.
"Creature? Are you implying I am not human?" I turn my back on the Butler and walk to the far wall. "Well I must admit, you yourself aren't the most human of persons." I say, hinting.
In my peripheral view I see him smile, once again showing his sharp teeth.
He laughs under his breath, as a small clink! rings through the dungeon walls. I quickly snap turn when I realise what he has done, but I am suddenly pushed against the wall. His hand wraps around my neck, and his other hand is pushed against my shoulder. The bastard broke the chain and the shackles.
"Oh, it seems I have made a mistake." I say, struggling for air.
He squeezes my neck tighter.
"It seems you have." He replies. What an asshole.
I try to restrain his superhuman strength from my neck, but he shows no signs of mercy.
I decide to relax, since I know there is no way I can beat him.
"Don't try to release the pressure, my lady, for the more you struggle, the harder it shall be to escape." He says, tightening his grip once more.
I smile slightly, but hold it back.
"Well, you certainly have me pinned down, Butler."
"You'd be suprised."
"Now don't be hasty." I say as I push his hand from my neck and kick him in the stomach.
He pulls back quickly, narrowing his eyes, but then relaxing.
"That's not very lady like." He says.
"You'd be suprised." I taunt.
He smiles, then goes to grab my hair, but I crack my whip, forcing him to stay back.
"Don't get too close, Mister Butler."
He continues my sentence from his perspective: "For you are a beautiful fresh rose, but underneath your beauty, thorns are present, to ward away any who get too close."
He smirks, then with amazing speed pins me against the wall again. Instead of suffocating me, he takes off his white dusty glove, revealing jet black nails and a contract symbol of some sort, and runs his fingers through my raven black hair. My heart flutters slightly, as I am flattered by his soft touch. Instead of pushing him back, I allow him to come closer. I put my hand on his chest, but not to hold him back. He takes his hand off my neck, and out of nowhere holds my waist. What has come over me? He is the enemy!
Before I can say anything, he says, "You are a beautiful rose," his hands dance up and down my side. "But your thorns are nothing compared to me."
"Yes..." I reply. "For you...truly, are not...human..."
His left temple touches the left of my chin, and I feel his cold yet luring breath. He gives my neck small, quick kisses.
He grins, his white teeth vampiric, and his eyes glow with a pink luminance, pupils become small slits, and follows my gaze.
"Ah...that is true, my lady."
I return his affection by kissing his cheeks, forehead and chin.
"Demon..." I say under my breath.
He kisses my neck more and runs his ungloved hand up the back of my strapless blouse. After a few seconds of more affection, he finally says...
"...Yes...I am the Demon butler of the Phantomhive estate. I am..."
"Sebastian Michaelis." I finish.