Disclaimer: No, I don't own Kuroshitsuji, I own only the idea and these characters. And yesh, I forgot to add that I got some Idea from listening to 'Once upon a December.' And I will like to thank Ravenatter, for reading this story and giving me some pointers. And yesh, this is my English homework. Well I think that's it….Enjoy, and remember this is my first story!

This Is Me

Yes, he saved me. Yes, no more, no more. Pain? Again I feel pain. My chest it burns, I cry out. What is it, why does it burn?

"Does it hurt, My Lady?" He asks again.

"Yes…It burns why, why does it hurt so." I speak in a low voice, no more than a whisper. This pain, it burns. My chest it feels on fire.

"The mark. It burns for a while, but don't worry it will ease soon."

"Mark?"

"Yes, my mark. To show that you belong to me."

"Oh…" I was marked. I was not free. But this time I belonged to only him, not to those many who have sinned upon my skin. "Where am I?" I asked as I looked around the room. It was richly furnished. Red velvet curtains hanged from the windows. A small table sat next to the balcony doors. And the bed, in which I laid, had a canopy of richly decorated purple and black silk. The bed covers the same color. The walls a dark midnight blue.

"This place…"He said sweeping his hand as into gesturing at the room, "Is your bedroom, My Lady."

"My bedroom?" I was confused. How could this be mine? I had no worth. I was nothing.

"Yes, My Lady this is yours. Everything in this house belongs to you."

"House? What house? And why me?...I don't understand." Really didn't. How had this happened. I tried to remember. The scarlet tears…my beggings…My wish.

He came closer to the bed, he got down on one knees before me, his right hand over his heart.

"My Lady, your wish was for you to be free, happy. And to make all of those who made you suffer to suffer. Am I right?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice. "So does this room not make you happy?" He asked. Looking right at me. His eyes were soft and they warmed me. They reminded me of soft glowing ember, but I senced coldness in them. I nodded again. "Then My Lady, why do you stare at me like that."

"I want to know…" I couldn't say. He face looked trouble, as if my uncompleate sentence troubled him.

"Want to know? My lady?" He asked, his voice curious.

"I want to know why you do this to me? Why you call me your Lady?" I whispered. I don't understand. I was his, I had given myself to him. So why? Why does he treat me like a queen. "Why?"

"Your wish."

"My wish? My wish was to be happy, to be free, and to make them suffer as I suffered. But what does this have anything to do with it? I signed myself to you. So why do you treat me like this?"

"Simple. In order for you to be happy in this world, you need money. In order for you to be free, you need rank. And in order to make them suffer you need me. And yes, you belong to me. But I will clame you until the day my duty is done. Until you are completely happy. Then that day you will belong to me. Until that day I will be at your service."

I let the words sink in. He will stay by me. But many things he said confused me. Money? Rank? This I didn't understand.

"Rank? How…and the money, the house, how did you aquired it?"

"Quite simple. From this day forward you will be know as Demoiselle Letalia Cross. Heir of the Cross family. The only heir. Thus, you My Demoiselle are owner of half of the trading post of France. And one of heighst ranked families in all of Europe."

My name. My new name. Letalia. This name promised me happiness. Yes, I will become Letalia, I will take this and I will become somebody. Yes, yes.

"And you, tell me what is your name?"

"That My Lady, is for you to choose." He said, bowing his head.

For me to choose. A name to fit him. Yes, I had one. And a place for him.

" Asher."

He raised his head. "Excuse me?"

"Asher. Your name will be Asher. Asher Daemn. And from this day, until the day I will become your. You will be my butler."

A smile played on his lips. "Yes My Lady, My Demoiselle Latalia Cross."

Yes, I will use this chance. I will use it to make them pay for the sins that marked my skin. Until that day, until I feel pure I will be trully happy.

"Come, Asher. I must,… no we must get ready to show the face of Demoiselle Latalia Cross to the world."

"Yes My Lady."

With this I will make my dream, my wish come true. With Asher, I will not hide from my reality. No, I will create my own reality. And those who have made me suffer will live in this reality in which I have made for them. Asher you will be my weapon, you will be for my use.

"Asher…promise me that you will always stay by me,until my goal is done."

Asher looked at me, his ember eyes glowing with amusement. "And what goal would that be? My Lady?"

"I wish to kill all of those who have sinned upon me. No one, and I mean no one will ever use me. They will never take advantage of Demoiselle Latalia Cross." I looked at Asher. "And you, Asher will make sure that I don't fall."

"Yes My Lady… And thus, a new ball begins."

"Yes,." I have stepped into darkness. "But this ball will dance to my steps."

I have become Demoiselle Latalia Cross. I have made a contract. But not with the angel of my dreams. No but with a demon who will surve under me. This was my wish. I look at my chest, I pull the nightshirt low enough to see the marks. Above my chest a simple design of a black and purple rose decorates my pale milky skin.

"That mark suits you My Lady." Asher said, tracing the design with his index finger. A soft touch that left a burning sensation in its wake. "It brings the violet glow of your eyes, and the black shine of your hair, and the sweet glow of your skin."

"This mark, Asher, will remind me of my goal."

"Yes, My Lady. Now shall we star, this dance." He said picking himself of the floor.

"Yes."