A/N: This is chapter two of the story. I'm hoping I can also write the times where Ciel is a demon. That would be very fun to write ^^ for now, I work on a twisted Cinderella story x3 Enjoy!

*Alois' POV*

The look on her face was pure terror. Each one of her childish features was tinged with fear and almost stupidity. I pitied her for a brief moment.

"Did you hear me, Ella?"

"Y-Yes, Lord Trancy. Loud, and clear," she replied, her voice shaky and almost incoherent.

"What I expect you to do is be a good little maid and achieve your goal. If not…" A smirk tugged on the corners of my lips. "Well, I'll deal with that if I have to."

She glanced up momentarily at me, her emerald green eyes sparkling with inquisitiveness. "Why me, sir? Why not Hannah, or Claude? Timber, Thompson and Cantebury are even as capable as the other two. But all of them are more efficient than me."

"Because. I need a pretty girl like you around Ciel's age to get close to him. Claude and Hannah wouldn't be able to dance with him or converse with him, would they?" I traced my finger down the base of her neck, stopping at the base of her chest. She shivered slightly, but that was just fine. That wouldn't stop me.

I pulled back from the girl out of mere disinterest. She bored me now. "You now know what to do, right, Ella Grace?"
"Yes, Master." She spun around and left the room. She changed out of the gown and gave it back to me. I watched her as she pranced back to her duties as a maid. The night of the glorious event would be fabulous!

*Ella Grace's POV*

That night finally came… Three nights after Alois told me. He had me dressed up in a masquerade mask even so no one would recognize that I was a Trancy servant.

I slipped on the pair of glass slippers that Alois had loaned me, and hopped into the beautiful carriage that led me to the Phantomhive manor. It looked ancient but gorgeous at the same time.

I ambled up the stairs, and got into the party very easily. Step one complete. Though, I couldn't really see Lord Phantomhive anywhere. I guess my eyesight was a bit off due to the mask.

A raven haired butler came into view, holding a tray of assorted snack foods. "Good evening, my lady. Care for something to eat?"

"No, thank you, kind sir," I replied in a quiet voice. I glanced around frantically for the master of the house though. I couldn't mess this up. So, I asked the servant, "Would you happen to know where Ciel Phantomhive is? I mean, this is his manner after all."

He smiled. "The young master is over there." He showed me with his eyes.

"Thank you again." I ran, feeling the knife that was slipped into the bow tied around my back. It gently poked at me every time I moved. It sort of tickled at first but was now beginning to hurt. I had to do this quick.

The younger boy in the corner was definitely of wealthy lineage. His clothes were beautiful, and so was he. He had dark navy blue hair and clear blue eyes. Well, one eye. The other was covered by an eye patch. Was HE my target?

"Having a good time?" He questioned in a sarcastic tone.

"I am," I answered in all actors' seriousness. "Tell me; are you Ciel Phantomhive, the owner of the Funtom Company?"

"Who's asking?"
"My name is-" I cut myself off from saying my true name. That he couldn't know. "That isn't important. I'm not an important person."

"Yes, I am then. Why are you asking?"

"Uh, I've just wanted to steal a dance with you for the longest time." I put a strand of hair behind my ear and looked down in fake sorrow. "I know you're betrothed, but I can't help what the heart wants."

He stared at me, raising an eyebrow. "It's a dance you want? Can you even dance in that?" He motioned towards my snow white gown.

"Yes, I can." A smile crept onto my lips. I was getting close to him. Maybe by acting charming enough I'd be able to do this! But did I really want to? The look in his eye told me that he wasn't evil, or impure in any way. Why had the master wanted me to do this? I realized I never bothered to ask.

I took one of the few strands that hung in my face and tucked it behind my ear. "Will you dance with me, Earl Phantomhive? After all, you can't refuse a lady."

He smirked. "No, I cannot. So, if I must, then I will dance with you, mystery mistress." He held out his hand to me, that counterfeit smile still on his perfect face. He was nothing but bred perfection. He seemed to be similar to be the opposite of my master. What I would do to live in such a peaceful place like this, where I wouldn't be scared…

I grabbed the hand of the Earl, and we danced to a slow song. I had some minor experience in classical dancing. He seemed to favor the Viennese waltz. I hadn't learned that first, and it wasn't my best, but at least I tried.

As the dance progressed, and I looked into his eye for a longer amount of time, I realized that I couldn't do this. I was… falling for that gaze. The way he spun me, and the way he held me had me stuck between a rock and a hard place. I didn't know what to do.

I mentally pulled it together. I knew I had to do this. My life was on the line.

*Ciel's POV*

The girl who I was dancing with was positively peculiar. She wouldn't tell me her name, and yet she had this level of admiration for me. If anything happened, I'd have Sebastian by my side. No worries at all.

She stopped abruptly and gazed up at me fully. Her mask covered half of her entire face, so I could really never see what she truly looked like. I had to find some way to get that mask off. The curiosity was eating at me.

She grabbed my hand tightly and ran, dragging me along.

"Wh-Where are you taking me?"

"Up the stairs, silly. The party is much too crowded," she replied childishly.

No one as foolish as this could be dangerous. She was dragging me away from the party. And yet, I was relieved. I hated dancing, and ignorant guests. Hm. I could make use of this.

We were soon alone upstairs, and the silence consumed us. What was to come next?
She held her hands behind her back, and pursed her lips together. I saw a tear slip down her cheek from her mask. What did she know that I didn't?

The girl pulled me close to her, and whispered 'I'm so sorry' into my ear. The next thing I knew was I felt a sharp, ripping pain in my back. I saw white in my vision, and crimson on the floor of my manor. That crimson was my own blood. She had stabbed me with a dagger. This girl was an unwelcome guest.

As I hunched over in pure agony, I watched the adolescent run off in blurred vision. Calling Sebastian was too hard now, as I was drifting off into the darkness.

A/N: Chapter 2 is now complete I actually like how this one came out. ^^ Review please~ It encourages me to continue.