Life, death, the spur of endless emotion. A circle within a box. You can't escape it no matter how hard you try, it follows you, just like a shadow does a body. But in my case a demon follows me.
Watching my every movement. Guiding me in times of confusion. He is always there. It might be because of the pact we have or maybe it's just his hunger. The hunger that keeps him in my control. He is my puppet. My Sebastian.
I, on the other hand am the great Earl Phantomhive. Ceil is my name, but I am hardly called by it. Not that I mind. One of my status deserves respect.
Three years ago I became head of my house hold. A tragic event really. Mum and Dad both killed and my home burnt to the ground. Soon after, I was kidnapped and branded with the mark of the beast. It seems fitting now though. I'm one who holds a contract with a demon. A lone demon. One that has no ties to any owner, but the one it holds a contract with.
"Master?," the warm silken voice cut through my thoughts like butter. I turn my eye upon the black clad man in the door way.
"Yes? Sebastian." I slowly drag my eye away from him and back onto my large boring mound of paperwork.
"Tea." I hear the squeak of the cart as the wheels roll across the dark wooden floor. Then the smell and sound of liquid being poured slowly into fine china.
I glance up, only to see Sebastian's hand hovering in front of my face. His fingers firmly gripped around the handle of the tea cup. 'Ah, the pale pink set' I think softly to myself. My hand raises, then wraps its fingers around the luke warm cup. Without thinking, the cup raises to my lips pouring sips of the pale brown liquid onto my tongue.
"A gift from the Queen, my lord." His dark red eyes settle on my hands. Watching every movement my hand makes.
With a click, I set the cup down. Clearing my throat I speak. "Has anything important arrived today?"
"Yes." A gloved hand holds out a small letter. By the way the lettering is tilted I can tell it's an invitation to some event. 'Great, just what I need.' I think with a frown. I split the seal and open the letter.
Dearest Ceil,
On this upcoming Thursday I shall be holding a large gala. I expect both you and your butler will be there.
I, myself, will be greatly disappointed if you miss this great event.
On another subject, there has been a series of runaways all of them under the age of eighteen.
I expect you to solve where they have been going and what they are plotting.
Her majesty.
____________________________________________________________________________
So this is my first story in a LONNNNGGGG time. Please R&R and tell me if I should go on…… I hope I can go on. So far I've had quite a bit of fun writing it. I just hope I'm in character. . oh and please forgive any grammar mistakes.
Raggy :D