Author's Note: Hello all! This is a story based off of a dream I had! I decided I needed to write a story based off it so here it is! Esme is an OC who is a demon but was bitten by a vampire bat demon. She doesn't eat souls like Sebastian does, and after being bitten by the vampire bat she has to incorporate blood into her diet as well as her normal carnivorous needs since her true form is a wolf :) I'm planning on this being a Romance/Angst story, which is venturing out of my comfort box since I'm used to writing Romance/Humor stories. I wanted to try this out and see how it goes, Sebastian and Esme, will definitely NOT be the normal happy couple. Here's the first chapter, enjoy!

Esme was not your average girl. She was dirt poor and made meager amounts of money from small jobs she could pick up here and there. Her main source of income was the underground strip club that she worked at by night and she used that money to buy meals. She had no home and had roughed it on the streets for many years in Victorian England. It was an unforgiving life but Esme was an unforgiving person because she wasn't normal… she was a demon. Unlike certain demons of the underworld, Esme did not eat souls to survive. Her true form was that of a grey wolf which survived on flesh and blood. She had been born thousands of years ago and a few years ago she had found herself in a tussle with a demonic vampire bat. The demon had sunk its fangs into her and since that time she had required blood in her diet. Esme was not fond of feasting on human blood and removed herself from society to live on the streets so she would not be tempted. She hated that she had a thirst for blood and forced herself to ignore it.

Esme was a tall and lean girl with long dark brown hair that reached the middle of her back. Her eyes were a piercing emerald and her complexion was pale. She wore a hooded black cape that covered her below the knees where she wore a pair of heavy brown boots. She sat in a dark alley and watched people bustle by on the main stretch of cobblestone and a thirsting hunger hit her. She clenched her jaw and ignored it. The evening sun was starting to set and she stood up to make her way to the underground dance club. Esme pulled her hood up and walked briskly onto the street, skirting around slowly walking couples when she heard someone scream. She turned her head briefly and grunted when she hit someone in front of her. The tall man turned and glanced down at her with his ruby red eyes in an irritated manner.

"Sorry," Esme mumbled, her eyes shooting down quickly.

She started to walk around him when she heard a boy's voice ask, "Sebastian, what are you looking at?"

She felt a strong hand encircle her arm and stop her movement. Esme jerked around to see the same man staring at her with an infuriating smirk on his face.

"I do believe it's proper for a person to apologize when they've ran into someone," he said to her in a silky voice.

She stared at him in shock for a few moments before speaking up, "I did say sorry."

He made a few 'tsk tsk' sounds and shook his head, "I'm afraid I didn't hear it."

"Sebastian, what are you doing?" the boy next to him asked.

Esme noticed that he was wearing an eye patch over his right eye. She wondered what a boy as young as him could have gotten into to hurt himself so badly. She pulled her arm slightly but Sebastian held on firmly.

"Merely teaching a lesson my young master" Sebastian replied.

"We don't have time to be teaching peasants lessons," the boy said back heatedly.

"Hey! Just let me go and I'll be on my way, I wouldn't want to sully the air you're breathing since you think I'm such filth," Esme spat.

Sebastian's eyebrows shot up and a sly smile spread across his features as he spoke slowly, "How interesting."

Esme's eyebrows shot up as well as she realized what his revelation was. They both had realized what the other one was.

"I have to go to work," she said, yanking her arm from his grasp.

Sebastian watched her walk briskly away and turn the corner before glancing down at his young master, Ciel Phantomhive.

"What was that about?" Ciel asked.

"That girl, my lord, was a demon," Sebastian replied.

Ciel stared at his butler in shock, "A demon? What is one doing here wandering the streets disguised as a homeless person?"

Sebastian tapped his chin, "I'm not quite sure."

"This might be something to look into," Ciel noted, "We should take care of her before she causes any problems."

"Your orders?" Sebastian questioned.

"Bring her back to the estate and I'll decide what to do with her next," Ciel told him.

Sebastian placed his hand over his heart, "Yes, my lord."

….

Sebastian followed the girl into a more scandalous section of the city where she disappeared around a building. He was about to follow her when his heart dropped.

"Oh Bassy! What are you doing in this part of town?! I never thought I'd see you here!"

Sebastian ducked as a figure with outstretched arms flew over his head.

"I'm following orders given to me from my young master," he replied and added, "Grell Sutcliff."

Grell shot up from his fallen position and twirled around excitedly, "I'm so happy to see you!"

Sebastian rolled his eyes and continued his pursuit of the strange girl. He stopped when he rounded the building and there was a dead end.

"Grell, what building is this?"

Grell thought for a moment and answered, "An underground dance club, I've been here several times for collections of souls. Things are known to go horribly wrong in places like this!"

"A dance club? I take it that you aren't referring to ballroom dancing…" Sebastian trailed off.

Grell shook his head vigorously, "Heavens no!"

Sebastian let out a sigh, he wasn't fond of entering such a filthy place, but had to heed his master's orders. He glanced at Grell and nodded for him to follow. They entered the building where it was extremely dark and dilapidated inside. There was a creaky staircase that the pair descended. Sebastian could hear music being played on instruments and smelled sweat and cigarette smoke. He scowled as they entered unnoticed into the back of the club. There were many Englishmen present in the venue who were smoking and watching the show on stage. Sebastian narrowed his eyes as the two currently naked women on stage disappeared behind the curtain. The men howled and a new song started. Sebastian's eyes darted around the hazy room but found no trace of the girl he was searching for.

Grell grabbed his arm, "Bassy, why are you here if you aren't going to sit down? I didn't know you were into this kind of thing. You know… I could always dance for you," he winked.

Sebastian mentally wretched and cut his way around the tables toward a small staircase that led backstage. He slid by the guard and smirked as Grell got caught. He could hear the reaper crying out to him and flailing about behind him but continued on his way. A few girls glanced up as he passed by and turned from their makeup mirrors to look at him.

"Why is there a man back here?" some of them were questioning.

Sebastian stopped when he finally found what he was looking for. He reached forward and calmly grabbed the girl's arm.

Esme turned to face him and let out a small squeak when she saw who it was. She was wearing a hot pink silk robe with only panties and a bra on underneath. She swung around to face him.

"What are you doing here? Who are you?!" she whispered harshly as girls around her leaned closer to see what was happening.

"My young master wishes to speak with you," Sebastian replied.

"I don't know who your young master is, and I don't know who you are, so leave me alone!" she replied.

Sebastian gave her a small nod of the head, "Of course, how rude of me not to introduce myself, my name is Sebastian Michaelis."

Esme stared at the man speechless.

"Proper manners say if a person introduces themselves, you must also introduce yourself," Sebastian told her with a smug expression.

"My name is Esme," she replied in a whisper so the others could not hear.

"Your last name?"

"I don't have one," she told him shortly.

"Yes, I'd imagine so, most members of the underworld do not have a name at all," Sebastian said with knowing eyes.

"Look, it's time for my show, and I need to go," Esme told Sebastian, trying to walk around him.

He stopped her, "Your show's been cancelled, and you will now accompany me to the Phantomhive manor."

She stared at him in disbelief and he eyed her carefully, "And we'll get you some more suitable clothes for a lady."

….

"I have brought her as you asked," Sebastian bowed to Ciel who sat at his desk.

The room was dark with the exception of the oil lamp flickering on the earl's desk. Ciel nodded and narrowed his eyes at the girl's attire.

"Sebastian, why is she wearing such… whorish clothing?"

The butler let out a small chuckle and Esme growled, causing them both to give her strange looks.

"What is your purpose here?" Ciel asked her, becoming serious.

"Purpose?" Esme questioned with a confused expression.

Ciel gave her a dark look, "Are you looking for souls to feast on?"

Esme wrinkled her nose, "Why would you think that? I don't eat souls."

Ciel sat back in his chair and glanced at Sebastian, "I thought you said she was a demon."

Sebastian gave his lord a smile, "I did."

"Then why doesn't she eat souls?"

Sebastian gave the earl a small bow of his head, "Not all demons feast upon souls, young master."

Ciel looked surprised and turned back to Esme, "What do you eat then?"

Esme let out an irritated sigh, "I want to know why I'm here when I was just going about my business and not bothering anybody."

"Answer my question," Ciel ordered, with narrowed eyes.

"I don't have to do what you say," Esme shot back.

Ciel turned to Sebastian, "Clean her up, then bring her back here."

"Yes, my lord," Sebastian bowed and grabbed Esme; dragging her out of the room.

"You'd do well to answer my master's questions," Sebastian told her in a scolding tone.

"He didn't answer mine!" Esme exclaimed, "I don't know why I'm even here!"

"You're a demon in a city, my master wishes to know why," Sebastian replied as he opened a door and ushered her inside.

Esme saw a large bathtub and looked back at Sebastian questioningly. He walked past her and began running hot water. He set towels near the edge of the tub and brushed by her out the door. She waited a few moments before he returned with neatly folded clothes.

"My master ordered me to clean you up, but I think this will suffice."

Esme scowled, "No, that's fine, I definitely don't want you actually cleaning me up, I can do it myself."

"What is it that you eat?" Sebastian asked her; repeating Ciel's question.

Esme glanced up at him, "I prefer fresh meat."

Sebastian quirked his eyebrow, "Really now… you're quite skinny under that robe miss Esme. It would appear you haven't eaten in weeks. Perhaps there's something else that's… lacking in your diet?"

Esme gritted her teeth, "Maybe there is, but I'm not going to tell you about it."

Sebastian ran his gloved fingers through his dark hair, "The truth will eventually come to light."

"I don't plan on staying long," Esme grumbled, "Now get out so I can wash up and get this over with."

…

"What's with her Sebastian? She doesn't eat souls, and she wanders the city. Something is off and I intend to find out what it is," Ciel told his butler.

Sebastian frowned, "I'm not sure, she seems to be isolated because there was no scent of other demons on her."

Ciel put his chin in his hand, "Where exactly did you pick her up?"

Sebastian spoke plainly, "A dance club."

"She's a dancer?" Ciel inquired curiously.

A smirk spread across Sebastian's face, "Oh yes, quite the dancer my young master."

Ciel's eyebrow twitched, "Why do I get the feeling you're playing some kind of joke on me? She must be some kind of exotic dancer, with that awful outfit she had on."

Sebastian touched his chin in thought, "Exotic… yes, quite."

The door opened and Esme entered the room with an embarrassed expression. She was in a frilly pink dress and white shoes. She glared daggers at Sebastian who gave her an approving smile.

"Much better," Ciel commented.

"What do you want from me?" Esme immediately asked.

"I want to know what you're doing in the city alone," Ciel said.

"I didn't know that was a crime," Esme shot back.

"Where do you live?"

"Nowhere," she replied simply.

Ciel let out a sigh, "I can see your mood is no better now than it was earlier… You will sleep in a guest room tonight and we will continue this tomorrow."

Esme turned around and walked swiftly out the door. Sebastian and Ciel stared at each other for a few silent moments.

"Does she know where the guest room is?" Ciel asked and Sebastian chuckled.

"Young master, are you perhaps thinking of taking another stray in?" Sebastian questioned with a smile.

Ciel folded his hands and narrowed his eyes, "Show her to the guest room before she gets lost Sebastian."

"Yes, my lord."