Author's note: This story is going under some major beta work by Shaded Silvering Gray mainly because it didn't turn out the way I wanted it too and I'm extremely grateful to her for pointing out the fact that it had too many grammar mistakes and that Sebastian was way to OOC in it and after rereading it, I too wanted it rewritten. So currently I'm working with her to make it better and to have it worthy be called a fanfic. Please enjoy! Feedback would be great!

Disclaimer: I do not own the series Kuroshitsuji and the entire rewrite was/ currently being done by Shaded Silvering Grey. I only provided the plot, the OC and some ideas on how I wanted parts of it.

Chapter 1: I'm His Wife!

Here I am, tucked away in a recessed alleyway, watching him from a distance. 'Pft, he always gets the good ones.'

I stand there, casually as possible, pretending to be admiring the shop's wears, but really I'm anxious, casting furtive glances at him. 'I'm surprised he hasn't sensed me already.'

I feel he's getting close, too close for comfort, and I quickly search for any place to conceal myself until he passes. I spared a moment attempt to take a peek, and he looks back, as if he's noticed something. I duck back into secrecy. 'Damn, did he see me?' He then turns back, assuming it is nothing of any ill consequence.'Phew, I thought for sure he saw me.'

'Now, here comes the fun part,' Sarcasm is plain in my mind, and a grimace emerges on my face.

I had followed Sebastian and his sacrificial ward back to the child's mansion. I presently find myself cloaked in the shadows beneath a tree by the study's window. My acute hearing is focused on the conversation in there.

"Young master, it's time for your afternoon tea," Sebastian says in his ever polite way. It sounds like he is pouring the afternoon tea.

My curiosity gets the better of me; I climb to a branch where I can still conceal myself yet observe the happenings.

For some reason, Sebastian is having a hard time concentrating today ('Quite strange for a demon like him.') and almost spills the tea while pouring it. His usually serene face possesses a disturbed look. 'Perhaps he did see me?' Sebastian turns an unusual shade of white and starts sweating bullets. Okay, he definitely must have seen me.

"Sebastian, are you all right?" the lad asks.

"Yes, master. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because you're turning green. Is it possible for demons to get nausea?" he asks with a smirk on his face.

"No, I have never encountered a demon who has."

"Huh," he grunts, noncommittally. Under his breath, he murmurs, "First time for everything." If I heard it, Sebastian must have.

A short conversation commences as I flit down to the ground and make towards the mansion entrance. The kid must have taken his first sip of tea, as I hear the gentle clink of bone china cup meeting saucer. Perfect timing.

Just then, I slam the doors wide open to welcome the ominous weather into the house. 'Might as well appear confident, right?' I take an appreciative view of the foyer. Well, it wasn't quite as grand an entrance as I'd envisioned, but it'll have to make do. As I focus on the grand staircase, Sebastian and his blue-haired charge, still holding his china cup, run down towards me.

Sebastian freezes halfway down,eyes wide with shock and fear clearly shown on his face. The young master continues to the bottom, showing no true caution. I ignore him for the moment in favor of addressing Sebastian.

"Hello, Sebastian. Miss me? I wouldn't blame you if you did, considering it has been over three hundred years since we last crossed paths."

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing, barging into my manor like that?" the English lad yells out, angered.

I focus my attention onto his contorted cherubic face. Ah, what a pure soul."Oh, so this is your latest meal. Seems tasty; may I have a bite?"

"No!" Sebastian exclaims, coming back to reality.

"Fine, but just this once." I was only teasing. Of course I knew I couldn't- the idiot was under contract.

"Excuse me, but you still haven't answered my questions!" the young master shouts.

"Who, me?" I ask, pointing a finger at myself and putting a mockingly surprised face.

"Yes, you. Now answer them or I'll have Sebastian escort you out. Immediately."

"So you really don't have a clue who I am? Didn't you tell the boy about me?" I ask as I turn to face Sebastian, annoyance and disbelief in my voice.

"No, I didn't think you were worth mentioning," he responds, eyes narrowed and voice scornful.

"Tsk, fine. My name is Angela Michaelis, Sebastian Michaelis's wife."

The tea-cup that is still clenched in his small hand falls, crashing down to the floor with a terrific break. The tea that was once in said cup splashes onto the floor in a puddle.

Author's note: So how was it? I personally find it better than the original. Please review and tell me what you think!