'It felt like an eternity when I was just floating. Floating around in oblivion. And then, there was light at the end of the darkness and at that moment I knew; I'd been granted a second chance at redemption.'

Jennifer Knightly considered herself to be a pretty normal woman.

She was born on March the 2nd, 1989 in Westminister but was taken in by the social services soon after. After being adopted by a wealthy family from Westminister, she never bothered to look much into her past. Hey, she was just lucky enough to have had a home in general. She went to a private school for girls in the countryside when she was eleven after being homeschooled since the young age of four. She wasn't very good with the mathematical side of things, but she loved the more creative subjects like dance, literature and music. In her rebellious years as a teen, she spent most of her holidays with the gang in the parks, drinking cheap cider and listening to David Bowie on the tape player; much to her fathers disapproval.

She'd soon learned the error of her ways and graduated from school with Distinctions in music, dance and a merit in literature. Soon after, she went to university to study dance and music, finding herself rather good at it. The course leaders had been impressed by her skills, saying she was experienced beyond her years in the arts which she'd responded with a large smile.

After graduating with her foundation degree, she soon found a job at the same university when a job vacancy opened for a theatrical tutor. Her parents had been ecstatic for her but even she could tell.

They were growing old.

In 2008 on the 14th of November, her mother passed away from a heart attack on her way to pick Jenny up from work, causing a collosal traffic collision. Jenny's father, David had grieved for years on end. Even to the present, he still hurt from it. He'd loved his wife, Rachel with every inch of his being. But he'd been strong for his daughter and the memory of his dearly departed wife.

Jenny had a close circle of friends that she'd made throughout the years. Her closest, Patty, a transexual man. Jen had met patty after one of the friend's she used to hang out with in her private school had introduced them. Jenny knew that something had been troubling the young boy at the time. He was slender and grumpy, clothes feminine and more fashionable than hers had been at the time. He was good looking with caramel skin and mysterious eyes. Even Jenny at the time had a crush on him. But every time someone called, 'Hey Dan!' She could see something pained and irritated in his eyes.

Of course when he'd come out when he was eighteen and she, sixteen, she'd supported him as much as possible even though his own parents wouldn't. And before she could blink, he turned to she. Dan was forever gone and instead, Patty was there. Jenny didn't care, to be honest. She liked Patty no matter what. She was a weird, judgemental bitch and Jen wouldn't want it anyway. Pat had been with her through thick and thin, they'd had so many great memories together. All of the laughs they'd shared, all of the fights they'd been in with one another over clothing, boys and what not.

But Patty was her best friend.

Jennifer had a few other friends but they were mostly work aquaintances.

When the stranger had turned up at the door of her small flat, she hadn't really known what had come over her. She remembered that day vividly.

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Pots and pans clinked in the sink, splashing lemon-scented, frothy water on a pink apron.

It was a hot Friday afternoon in London, the sun shone heavily through the windows of the yellow coloured kitchen. The window was open, letting in all of the noise pollution emitting from the streets of London. A gentle breeze rolled in, ringing the wind chimes hanging from the oak curtain rail. In the window were numerous potted plants and badly drawn pictures. The pictures were on the fridge too and unfinished on the kitchen table. Jenny danced and sang to pirate FM as her hands washed up from breakfast.

"Don't wanna end up a cartoon in a cartoon grave yard,

Bone digger, bone digger,

Dogs in the moonlight,

Far away, my well lit door,

Just a beer belly, beer belly-"

Jenny hummed the rest and took her hands out of the sink, wiping them on a tea towel that was hung from her cupboard handle as she heard the door bell chime. Pirate FM was probably her favourite radio station. Just because they played all of the oldies that she used to listen to in her teens. She carried on dancing as she approached the door, enjoying the up beat, african influenced song.

When she'd left the kitchen and turned to the front doorway, she'd expected it to be Patty, bringing dad back from the dentist. But through the beads that streamed down the doorway, she could only make out a tall, dark figure. Thinking nothing of it, she approached the door and pulled the beads across. It was probably just another jehovis witness.

"Hiya, can I help-"

Her icy blue eyes widened at the person stood before her and the happy music was drowned out in her head by the sound of her own heartbeat and a strange fear.

The man was tall and handsome with dark hair and rusty eyes. He was deathly pale unlike her who had a slight tan from gardening and numerous trips to the beach. He was a good foot taller than her, towering over her majestically with his slender, composed body. He wore a pin stripe suit which implied that he was some sort of business man. Cuff links shone in the sun and his open, black shirt made her gulp. He looked wealthy over all. But that wasn't what she feared. She felt like she'd seen him before?

"C-can I help you..?"She stuttered. She was still wearing her pink, frilly apron. Reaching up to her long, platinum hair that fell over her shoulders in a braid and began fiddling with it. The man remained stoic.

"Yes, good day. My name is Sebastian Michaelis, representative of the Phantomhive company."

Her eyes immediately lit up as he adressed himself.

"Oh, do come in, Sebastian!" She jumped and pulled the beads back, leading him into her house.

"I'll put the kettle on. I have to say, I wasn't expecting for you to turn up here of all places. Like, I was under the impression you'd be coming to the university." She untied her apron and pulled it over her head, hanging it on the back of the kitchen door. The dark haired man stood in the doorway, a hand clutching an expensive looking leather briefcase.

"Yes, well Ciel was eager to be involved with the university. Your theater group is talented and he's very anxious to invest in you."

The woman felt her face heat up. She'd sent a letter to various potential investors in hope that they might help the university fund the theater company that the government was so enthusiastic to shut down. The man sat down as she walked too and fro around the kitchen, fetching the tea.

"Oh... you can tell him that I'm flattered. We've worked very hard to get where we are." She chimed, trying not to sing to the radio. Queen had come on and she loved their music. She'd usually be singing with a hairbrush by now if she wasn't with someone else. Gods, she wasn't used to having company who were as serious as that man sat at her table.

The man seemed to pay close attention to her, never taking his eyes off of her. She could feel his eyes on her back and it sent chills down her spine. She wasn't exactly dressed for formal company with her belly top, white jeans and flip flops.

"I assure you that I will pass on the message."

Jenny turned with two cups in her hands, a dashing smile on her face.

"I hope you like sugar in your tea."

Sebastian again showed no emotions.

"Actually, I prefer coffee."

Jenny blushed and nearly spilled the tea. Oh how embarrassing!

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Everyone around me is absolutely obsessed with tea! I'm so stupid somtimes!" She slapped her forehead after putting the tea on the table. This made the man's lip twitch upwards slightly, leaning back in his chair.

When the light haired woman placed the hot coffee infront of him, he opened his briefcase.

"I only have a few contracts and forms for you to sign miss Knightly. It won't take long."

The woman sighed happily.

"Ah, that's a relief. I have to pick up my son from school." She hummed, sipping her sugary tea. The man seemed to stop flicking through the papers and looked up at her.

"You have a son?"

The woman laughed and sat back.

"You seem surprised." She chuckled, taking the papers he was holding out to her with one hand, the other taking the fountain pen he held out too. He smiled at her.

"You're just such a beautiful young woman."

Jenny's eyes flickered to him, face heating up. He was smooth, that was for sure. She cleared her throat and began reading over the contracts.

"I thought we agreed on 10% of the profit?" Her eyebrows furrowed, creasing her painted eyelids.

Sebastian sipped his coffee as 'ain't nobody' by Chaka Khan began playing quietly in the background.

"Mr. Phantomhive was more inclined to take 15% for himself." His voice was smooth and cool which nearly made her agree but she was adamant.

"That's impossible. We won't have any money to fund anything." Her eyebrows stayed furrowed.

"I'm sorry, but you can tell Ciel that it's 10% or nothing."

Sebastian nodded and was about to stand when he heard footsteps.

"We're back, Jenny-bean!"

The woman noticeably blushed at her embarrassingly theatric father. As she was about to walk out the door, a boy about seven or eight stumbled in on what appeared to be prosthetic legs.

"Mummy, I got a star for my asessment today!" He fell into his mum's arms who laughed nd ruffled his hair.

"Aw, honey!" She crouched to kiss his cheek. She turned her eyes to the doorway when she could hear her father's aspen jacket rustling off and onto one of the oak coat hangers.

"Dad, you didn't have to pick him up, I was going to!" She laughed when he let out a scoff. Jenny ruffled the boy's hair.

"I'm so proud of you, Sweetie. But I'm kind of in the middle of a meeting at the moment. We can talk about it later." The boy turned to Sebastian, who stared with shocked eyes, and pursed his lips, clearly embarrassed. The boy had brunette hair that flopped over his pale face and blue eyes.

"Sorry." He grumbled as he struggled out.

"No, Grandpa, you're not allowed in there. Mum's talking to a scary man."

"Alright, but I don't think that'll keep your Aunt Patty out."

"Ooh, did someone say man?"

Jenny covered her face.

"Guys."

"Sorry." They spoke in unison before things went silent. But Jennifer could still hear footsteps creeping around the halls. She turned to sebastian.

"I'm so sorry, uhm... Where were we?" She nervously giggled at him, making him smile.

"The profit, miss."

Jenny 'ah'ed and crossed her arms over her large chest.

"Yes, right. If you could talk to Ciel, I would be eternally gratefully."

Sebastian nodded his head, placing the papers back in his briefcase neatly and closing it wth a click. The man staightened up his jacket and thanked her for the coffe before leaving through the beads of the front door.

Jenny sighed and slumped down on one of the kitchen chairs. These high end businessmen would be the end of her.

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He'd first seen her getting off the bus at trafalgar square. He'd been meeting up with his master at a nearby cafe when he'd seen her in her stripy black and white sundress and straw dun hat. He'd really just been admiring her long, slender legs but when she'd turned his way, he couldn't believe his eyes. Things had changed about her. She was definitely slimmer, her bust was larger. Her hair was longer and her dress was definitely more shameless but it was her all the same. She even smelled the same; the distinctive scent of lilly of the valley. The smell of the oils in the first bath he'd ever prepared for her. It was her.

"Sebastian, what are you looking at." A masculine voice spoke from his side. He turned to his master who was nearly his height.

"Nothing."

Ciel narrowed his eye at Sebastian before looking the way the girl was. It took a little while to spot her but when he did, he turned to Sebastian with a disappointed look.

"I thought you disposed of her."

Sebastian turned back to her as she made her way through the crowds of people.

"I thought so too..."

The girl walked by them, not paying any attention as she clutched her handbag. Sebastian's crimson eyes followed her, his nose inhaling her scent. Okay, it was slightly different. She smelled slightly more fruity thanks to her deoderent or body spray. Her perfume smelled slightly of orange blossoms. Through his dependable knowledge of the 21st century after getting accustomed to it, he sniffed. Dolce and gabbana, light blue. Ciel snapped his fingers to get Sebastian's attention once more.

"I want her."

The butler felt a pang of anger inside his chest.

Gabriel...

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Hey guys, I decided to write a sequel to 'the woman in white,' since I enjoyed writing it so much. I will update as soon as I can and I hope you guys like it, please rate, review and follow!