Author's note: Heya all! This is my first post here in FanFiction, and I hope you'll forgive my writing.. Please do tell me whatever I'm doing wrong... Any kind of feedback is highly apreciated, though please do not flame me for no reason at all.. And no swearing, please... That rather rattles my nerves...

And I would really love reviews, and if you have anything you want me to read, feel free to PM me so I can return the favor.

I know this is really ironic, but I'm a Christian, so expect a few of my beliefs inserted in this story... And I'm rather a bit busy at the moment, so I hope you'll forgive me for late updates...

Anyway, on with the story!

Prologue: The Other Phantomhive

His name was Sebastian Michaelis. He is a butler… and a demon.

"Your tea, milady."

The young woman sitting on the sofa put down the photograph she was holding down on the coffee table as a maid came in with a tray. On it was a delicate china porcelain teapot, and a teacup and saucer. There was also a plate of biscuits next to the teapot, which the maid carefully unloaded from the tray. She poured her mistress a cup of tea and handed it to her. The lady on the sofa took it without a word and sipped from it.

"A letter from the Marchioness Middleford came in, milady." The maid handed the lady a sealed white envelope, with the Middleford family crest on the flap. The lady put down her tea and took it from her maid. She opened the letter and carefully read through the contents.

"Aunt Frances has already settled that business, then." The lady replaced the letter into the envelope and stood up from her seat. She cast a quick glance over the photograph again and sighed.

"Humans are so easily guillible, aren't they, Lara?" she walked across the room and opened the deep red velvet curtains which screened out the sunlight.

The maid didn't answer.

"They are pitiful creatures who cling on to hope even at the last minute, even though they knew full well that salvation wouldn't come." The lady continued. "And they believe that being good can save them from the fires of hell. What childish beliefs."

"Forgive me, milady, but you were once a human." The maid said, taking a bow. This statement appeared not to offend the lady, and the lady went on.

"I was once a foolish and naïve girl." She drew the curtains again and sighed. "And now I am like this because I wasn't spared from this hellish destiny. Screw that man."

Lara the maid looked away.

"He also caused you to become like that, Lara. I fell for his trap, and awakened his bloodlust. It was I who set him on you."

Lara gave the lady a long, cold look.

"We cannot change the past, unfortunately, milady."

"We cannot. But we can change our future."

The lady's hands went up to her neck and rubbed it.

"Revenge is a dish best served cold, Lara." The lady turned to the window again and parted the curtains. "Prepare the carriage. A long journey lies ahead of us."

"Yes, Lady Phantomhive."

END OF EPILOGUE.