Helena

I sighed as I flipped my head to one side, crossing my legs as my eyes trailed off to the distant forest that started to stretch on as my yard ended. Absentmindedly I brought my tea to my delicate painted lips. The weather was the usual for England at this time of year, and for once, I was happy to be stuck under the large roofed deck at the back of my estate. My teacup was put down suddenly as I stood up. My eyes strained as I looked up again. There was a figure, with hair red as blood...I paused, was he waving at me?

My feet started to move involuntarily as I picked up my layered petticoat and started running. Mere seconds later my hair was wet and plastered to my face and my breath was coming out more and more forced. Gasping slightly my boots caught on a tree root and I felt myself being flung foreword. Sighing I looked down at my know ripped stockings and glanced back up hopelessly only to catch a glimpse of red and a smirk before disappearing once more off to the distance.

Finally I reached an open clearing and looked around expectantly. Tears tricked down from my eyes, the cut on my knee starting to sting, and I was sure it had enough dirt and rocks in it to be infected. I tried to keep my voice steady as I called out, my voice slightly shaking to my disappointment.

"Show yourself!" I yelled desperately my hands clasped together. My voice barely was able to carry out before the colour scarlet passed before my eyes and a figure appeared before me.

"Countess Helena?" a playful voice replied as jumped back and fell to the ground. He quickly moved to catch me and hold me up in his arms.

"Put. Me. Down!" I screeched putting both hands in the man's face and struggling violently.

"OW, OW, OW!" The man cried dropping me abruptly to he ground while whining and bringing hands to his face. "Sharp nails~!" he whimpered jumping from foot to foot starting to cry.

"Dear God...!" I started. "My nails aren't that sharp." I protested standing up and placing one hand on his shoulder. "It'd not that bad is it?" I asked in a caring tone placing my hands from his and pulling his from his face. "Here." I murmured pulling his head down and kissing his forehead. "Better?" I asked in a maternal tone.

The man sniffled and nodded, holding his hand out in a greeting. "H-Hello," he started between struggled breath. "I am the R-Red R-R-Reaper, you can c-c-call me G-Grell." He whimpered. "A-and I was wondering if I-I could help you out."

"What?" I asked confused. "What in the fresh hell are you talking about?"

"Well, I was kinda the one who led you out here, eh?" he grinned with a shark toothed smile as he took my hand and lead me the way we came.

"And just a question, I've heard you were in need of a butler, Is this true?"

I yawned as I lay my head foreword. The red haired man had somehow managed to change his hair from vibrant red to a plain brunette, and his usually over the top expressions were down to those of a meek butler used nimble fingers to undo my corset and navigate a night shirt and a new pair of knickers to place on me in a decently quick amount of time, which quite surprised me.

Finally lying in my bed, my new butler swished hair from my face and a small smile crept across his face. "Goodnight, My lady." his smooth voice answered before standing up and starting to the door. "Don't let the demons bite."

HEY, it's been awhile, eh? I told you I would restart this though, the other one literally made me cry because of the fail...well...everything, but here we go, almost a year later, this thing will be improved, it will still have mostly the same story, only this time it'll be better.