This is my first story in a really long time. The Plot bunnies in my head kept mating, pretty much. I'll do my best on this and wouldn't mind critiques.

Right now this is just the prologue, So this is narration coming from the main Lady. I hope it is good enough for now cause in time she will recollect more and possibly give a better explanation of moments she mentioned here. Right now she is going over things and thinking to herself. Forgive me for any mistakes I may have made and enjoy the story that was stuck in my head for a long while.

His Father's Assistant

Prologue

I couldn't remember my past. I can't remember anything before that day. All I could remember that I was no normal human. And he knew, he knew and he still took me in. That kind face and those sweet eyes, He found me in the backstreets of London. At first he thought I was dead, lying face down in mud on the hard cold stone floors. But he checked to see, checked if I was alive. Doubting I was but checked anyway even though the ones he was with told him not too. Don't touch that gutter rat they said. She's filthy.

He didn't listen to them.

Although I was helpless and out cold, I could hear him. His words so calm and warm, Asking if I had a place to stay, he asked who left me here. I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything for a long time. He must've thought I was a traumatized mute, maybe I was a traumatized mute. Who knows, I certainly don't. But looking back at it, I was probably just shy.

He was patient; soon he was the only one I could talk too.

He coaxed me out of my shell. With those sweet words and trusting eyes, he noticed my capabilities. How I was faster and more durable than a normal woman. So I became his personal maid, and assistant too when it came to his duties. He found me while he was at the tender age of 19. I didn't show him my full range of abilities till he was 21 though. That's when he took me on as his assistant.

Keeping me separate from the normal servants, I slept in my own room in the attic. Keeping me above his own rooms so all he had to do was ring a bell and it would sound off into mine, I became his protector as he became mine. I was his demon. He was my Master.

Noticing my potential at practically anything he trained me on. I had known little when he took me in only using small pieces of my qualities. I excelled at what I did, wanting to please him.

After all I had nothing really left to live for or do anything for other than him. Whenever he had a chance to relax he asked me to play something for him, and so I did. When he felt sporting he took me with him to the gunsmiths and bought me a revolver, teaching me basics in handlings of firearms. He told me I was doing well. I rejoiced in his words. He would take me out with him on trips, not big trips like going to Paris as he took with his family and friends but still trips no less, to big fields and towns and villages hours away.

I thought we were close.

But then she came in. A year and a half after I shown him my abilities and devoted myself to be next to him. It got ripped away, he left me at the manor more and more wanted to spend time with Rachel than to lounge around with me. Other servants like the maids snickered. Said I'm not the Master's favorite anymore, no longer interesting to him they said. I didn't want to believe it but I did anyway. Who thought he would want stay being around with his gutter trash. You can put a pretty collar on a dog but it's still a collar.

So I drifted in the shadows. Staying in the background witnessing important events, like his wedding, his time settling down with his new wife. I still had my room above his, so I heard all the sweet words he said, the moans she made. It didn't help with my supernatural hearing.

I started to act out.

Every night he spent with her, I was out finding rats. Not just normal rats but cheating rats. Abusive rats and even drunken ones who would abuse there family, just because they think they can. I was careful of course. Don't want to stir up any chain murders or random disappearances. No I only do that when I'm hungry. I usually frighten men, lure them in then leave them with the nastiest shock of fright they'll ever get. I've been doing that for months, powered by the frustration I felt every time I looked at Rachel's stomach. But he started noticing my disappearances. Told me to stop locking my door and leaving at night. He was angry with me and yet I knew he still cared for me. I told him I was sorry. Sorry for not being what he wanted. That perfectly chained dog ready to follow every command.

Then he did something I didn't really expect.

He hugged me, held me close. Saying that he was sorry, sorry for what I asked. Sorry for ignoring his friend. Who even though is a demon, but still had the heart of a woman. I just kept my head facing down, to ashamed to look at him. I asked him if he could keep the love making to a minimum though.

But then something good happened, something so very good.

December 14th, 1875. That day was something very special happened. A new addition for the Phantomhive house came. I only have seen a glimpse of him on the actual day. But when I did see him, I knew there was something special about him. At first I didn't spend much time at all with Rachel and her son. Not that they weren't accepting of me, but because I didn't think I was gentle enough or good enough to be around them. I thought I would accidentally hurt one of them and be sent away.

But over time Ciel took notice of me always accompanying his father. So when he would see me which was rare because I did try to hide or keep away from him.

I was too afraid to go near the fragile infant. He would ask me all sorts of questions, like what is papa like when at work. I loved the boy but I was afraid of him. Hard to believe I know how could a murderess demon be afraid of a child. But it did become harder to stay away from the happy child.

He kept finding all the spots where I tended to stay at the manor, finding and bugging me constantly when I was busy with my chores. Bugging me with questions, topics of conversation and or pleading to make him something sweet for him in the kitchen.

His father began to take notice how Ciel liked me.

He told me to stay with Ciel more, especially when he had to be away with Rachel on business trips.

It was awkward the first time. Considering the fact I didn't know how to be playful or how to take care of a child when they are sad.

Thank any and all the higher powers of the universe though, I never had to change his nappies or feed him!

Just be his company and prepare him snacks and play with him. I did learn from him though, I learnt how to play games and be silly when no one was looking.

I grew feelings for the child, strong enough to match the ones for his father.

By the time he was nine, we were inseparable. When I got done with my chores and he done with his studying we played a lot together. Even hiding from his teachers with him under the dining table, checking if the coast was clear, I got scolded from the other workers for being childish and enabling Ciel's bad behavior. I don't think Rachel liked it either that I was helping him miss his lessons too.

So I decided that I shall start teaching him how to play beautifully on the piano. And that didn't really last long cause of new changes.

I was told to leave the Phantomhive estate.

When I got the news I took it hard. Walking into Vincent's study I asked what was wrong. I think it hurt him to tell me what he had to say, because he looked down at his papers on his desk instead of at my smiling face. After being with Ciel his happiness rubbed of on me. Vincent looked at me one then looked bad down again. He told me how good it was to have me around. Saying he never regretted taking me in from that dirty side of the street. With no home, family, or even memories to keep with me, I looked like a kicked and starved puppy laying there he said while holding a sad little smile. I knew something was wrong, he never recollected that day hardly, he was always looking at the future looking ahead and enjoying the day ahead of us. He wasn't enjoying this day I can see that. Then he just took a deep breath and told me straight out. Rachel didn't want a monster to be around her son.

Vincent told her what I was and how he found me.

I know I was not normal. I know I couldn't be with Vincent the way she was. I know I wasn't Ciel's mother. And I know I was a dirty murderer, but I stopped. I never cried before over things but this … this was painful. I don't blame Rachel for firing me I know she cared for her son. She thought it was safer for him if I left. I had seen the logic of her ways, so I complied. I didn't like it but maybe it was for the best.

I left Phantomhive Manor a week before Ciel's tenth birthday.

With the large amount of money in my bank account Vincent made for me. I decided to go. Not bothering to look at anyone let alone say goodbye to anyone. I already had my bags packed with the clothes that he bought and had delivered. Telling me how prepared I am to make it well in the world; he hugged me and kissed me on the forehead, saying Goodbye to me. I hugged him back; I can feel myself squeezing him with his heartbeat in my ear. Didn't squeeze him too hard though didn't want him to find that revolver he bought for me.

He was taller than me, so I just kissed his coat Lapel with the Phantomhive crest pinned on. I walked away from that life, that life where I felt so many great things and seen plenty of beautiful things.

I wondered what to do next while I left walking off into the darkness, with tears wanting to come down my face, I refused them there freedom, but I couldn't help but let my body tremble in the cold darkness of the world.

Maybe I'll leave to America, A new start.

Yes her name and description are unknown right now. They will be revealed throughout the story. And there are pieces of information that I left out till later. Like for instance the nickname she has for Ciel.