A slender, gloved hand stretch out for her as a polite gesture as she step out of the small wagon. She takes the hand, and looks up at the owner of it. It was a tall, handsome man with raven black hair and red eyes.

"You must be Elena," said the red eyed butler. "I am the butler at the Phantomhive mansion; The Young Master awaits you, My Lady". His eyes, who focused on her hand, lifted his look and let his eyes, study the young Lady's body as a chill went down her back.

"It was something mysterious about this man, something was not quite right. He had a different aura, an aura of an undead. A demon soul." Elena felt the chills run down her back again. If he was a demon, he must have noticed that she were one too. She looked up at his gorgeous face. This face. His face. She knew this man, and he knew her.

"Unforgettable"