A/N: ... yeah, so I know you guys probably all kind of hate me because this took me 2 months to get up when I told you it would only take a coupe of weeks.. and there are a lot of reasons for that that you probably don't really want to hear about, but part of the reason that it took so long was because I needed to sit down and think about where I wanted to go with this story, because when I first started out it was just a little fun idea to write maybe one or two chapters about. But now it's starting to turn into something more complicated and I wanted to make sure I had a clear idea of where it was headed before I really dived into it.

I don't know if you'll all like the direction this is going in, but I hope that you will. And I should probably add to the summary as well, but don't worry, Sebastian and Robin will still meet like my first idea of the story was planned. Without further delay, please enjoy the 2nd installment of Tainted! :)

The slight shuffle of a small girl's feet was echoed through the quiet hallway that seemed devoid of any life. The hallway, the floor and the ceiling were connected to each other by the curve formation of the wall, leaving the hallway completely smooth, with no corners. A strange glossy white material covered all four sides of the hall, and long rectangles of light were seamlessly installed in the ceiling, reflecting off the shiny floors.

Robin sat on a glass bench that was also curved, and a white material could be seen through the top transparent layer. The girl thought it was a bit strange that there were no gaps or corners in all of the hallways, did they have something against sharp edges? Robin also noticed that all of the doors were tinted glass and indented into the walls with windows on either side, and green tinted glass plaques hung from the ceiling that told which room it was. She had tried to read some of them on her way in, but their guide was leading them through the hallway rather quickly and she only picked up on a few: a hazardous materials storage room, and a laboratory. This drew her to a conclusion that this place was some sort of scientific research facility. But what exactly were they researching?

Robin examined the room across from where she was sitting, the glossy plaque displaying one lone word in large all capital white letters, Testing. She assumed that was where they conducted their experiments, whatever they were. The girl tried to peer through the glass windows, but found she wasn't able to see much through the heavily tinted windows. Wondering why the glass was so dark, she reasoned there must be some sort of light sensitive materials that they were working with. But it didn't make much sense, why have the windows there in the first place if that was the case? It's not like they would be able to see through them very well, and if there really were light sensitive materials then it would be better to have no windows there at all. Some part of Robin's instinct told her that they were hiding something in that room, but what?

Before she could elaborate further on the idea, she heard the opening of a door behind her. She turned her head slightly and raised her large sea-blue eyes to address the person who opened it. A middle aged man greeted her at the doorway, his dark hair was peppered with gray was combed back from his face, showing a slightly receding hairline. He wore a professional looking dark black pin striped suit and freshly polished shoes. Dull green eyes regarded the young girl with excitement, partly curious, and partly fearful of the petite form in front of him, although Robin was confused as to why this man had any reason to fear her.

"If you could please join us Miss Phantomhive, your parents and I have something we wish to discuss with you," the man said rather anxiously, he seemed as if part of him wanted to pounce on her from excitement and the other part wanted to run away from her as fast as possible.

Ignoring the man's odd mannerisms for now she stood up from the glass bench her long necklace that she was wearing clinking from the movement. Straightening up she smoothed out her outfit, which consisted of long high waisted dark pants, with a loose white blouse tucked into them, and a opened, elbow length, fitted blue jacket that matched the colour of her eyes. It was expected as the daughter of a highly successful company that she dressed professionally and kept up to modern fashion trends. Something that Robin found rather time consuming and tedious, but she managed to keep up for the Funtom company's sake.

The room looked like an office of some sort, with a large mahogany desk propped up in the middle. Book shelfs lined the walls, filled with thick books of all colours and sizes. Two people occupied the room, one was sitting on one of the four leather chairs in the room, facing Robin with a forced smile and watery eyes, her mother. The other occupant was her father, standing behind her mother with his hands in his pockets, his face devoid of emotion. Robin got this trait from her father, unlike her mother who was always quite emotional, her father would always encourage her to do this because he claimed it gave the upper hand, you're opponent would be unable to know the truth about the situation at hand.

The girl smirked inwardly, realizing that she herself was the opponent in this situation. If there was anything she learned from her father, it was how to play games, and this time he would be the enemy to crush.

Her mother's eyes were glistening as she looked towards Robin, but she could see that her mother was failing to look at her eyes, "Robin dear, Dr. Mease here thinks he can help you with this phase you're going through," she said trying to be cheery , giving the young girl a small desperate smile.

Robin raised a brow at this statement, a phase? Is that what she was deciding to call it now? The girl nearly burst out laughing at the word her mother used.

At the introduction of his name the man that opened the door for Robin walked into her field of view, taking a seat beside her mother. He folded his hands together on the table, that look of strange excitement on his face as he regarded her, "As your mother said Miss Robin, my staff and I find your case to be most intriguing. It's very rare, not all children are like you," he explained slowly, a warm smile on his face.

"You're special, Robin," her mother forced out, her eyes were glassy, her lips in a tight smile. Robin could she her mother's hands trembling in her lap, reminding her somewhat of a small, frightened rabbit. Her father said nothing as he stood behind her, only placing a gentle hand on his wife's shoulder, his eyes set.

"So very special..."

Margaret Fey sat seated in her overly large, genuine leather desk chair that seemed to almost swallow her up, making her appear much more small and frail than she already was. Which is exactly the reason why she liked it, a scrawny, petite middle-aged woman that looked as if she could break from the smallest touch was hardly threat in anyone's eyes. Every ignorant greed-driven business man that walked through the large mahogany doors to the study assumed that they could trample all over her, like the ocean would wash away the carefully sculpted sandcastles. But just as they reached out to smother the small castle and engulf her in their depths, it turned out to be made of strong iron, which could take the countless hits that they threw at her, unable to fall.

A polite knock at the door stirred her from her thoughts. Without looking up from her spot at the desk she called out, "Come in".

Looking up to see who had entered she noticed a young man with dark hair and a handsome face stood at the door. Seeing as it was only Sebastian, she swivelled the chair around to face the window, which took more effort than it should for any normal person. Staring out the paned glass window, she watched as a small rabbit hobbled along grass towards the shade of the tree, one of its little paws seemingly injured. Margaret had a feeling that she had seen that rabbit somewhere before...

"The letter that you requested from the bank arrived, my Lady," Sebastian's low, silky voice called from the door.

"Bring it here then," she said a little impatiently, a little fed up with the demon's slowness. She held out a hand for the envelope, with her back still turned to the dark haired man. Sebastian smirked, deliberately taking his time to cross over to the desk just to irritate his contractor, before placing the thick milk, white envelope in the frail hand.

Annoyed with the demon's teasing behaviour she carelessly ripped open the envelope, quickly scanning through its contents. After reading, she smiled, pleased with how far she had managed to come. Just 8 months ago she was living on the streets barely scrapping up enough food for her and her son to survive. It was the day that her son almost died from starvation, after they had been thrown on the streets because of her miserable husband's shameless death that she swore that she would do anything to guarantee his safety. Absolutely anything.

A smooth melodic voice from behind her pulled her back to the present, "It seems as though against all odds you have successful accomplish what others that knew you thought was impossible. Congratulations, it seems as though you've accumulated enough money for one to carry on happily, and safely."

Eyes bright with pride she nodded, amazed at how much she was able to accomplish, her hard work was finally paying off. Especially now that she had enough money for Dominic to live happily...

Eyes wide she immediately tensed up as she realized why the demon had been much less obedient. Outside the window, the rabbit was still hobbling along, but it was hobbling straight towards the hawk that laid overhead, and it hobbled along in blissful ignorance, unknowing of the dangers that laid right before it.

A low, smooth voice purred into her ear, suddenly closer now than before, "I think, my Lady, that you're goal has been completed," the harsh meaning behind the words frightened the fragile woman and she began to tremble.

Realizing the threat pleas and excuses began to pour out of her mouth, "Why now? I'm not done yet! I could still save up more for Dominic! What if he were to enrol int-" Her pleas were abruptly cut off as she was mercilessly slammed against the wall.

One hand outstretched, Sebastian flicked one of the dark locks from his face and looked at her with a bored expression, "How very disappointed, I foolishly thought that maybe you would be different from all of the others," the silky voice said, edged with cruelty. The scrawny woman struggled uselessly against the inhuman grip keeping her against the wall, "Pathetic, it seems you're just as weak as everyone thought you to be. It seems you won't be missed with the amount of enemy's you've made. I wonder if your precious son will ever find it in himself to forgive you."

Terror filled the woman's body it's sticky tendrils piercing through the iron armour she always wore, finally cracking prideful dignity. She pleaded and grovelled with all she had, while the demon simply laughed at her efforts.

Dominic, everything she had ever done in her life was for him. Every penny of hers belonged to him, every last scrap of food, pieces of china, even the dust bunnies that had collected under the bed belonged to her Dominic.

Out of her peripheral vision she could see that the hawk was swooping down to reach the unsuspecting rabbit. Suddenly she realized why she had recognized the rabbit, it was the one that Sebastian had brought into the house after finding it injured. She had always wondered why he had bothered to save it, but now she finally understood. She was the rabbit, the broken rabbit that had foolishly limped into his trap, unknowing and uncaring of the dangers that it held. And with that the trapped rabbit cried out one last word with the last of her remaining strength.

Dominic

The first time it had happened was when she was turning six, her parents and all of the servants had gathered together in the large dining hall and decorated the room with dark blue and bright silver silk ribbons that wrapped around the columns and tied into large, loose bows. The solid rosewood table was draped in white silk covered with hand-made lace that had swirling patterns of rose petals and vines. The main attraction that her six-year-old eyes were drawn to was the large 7 tiered cake that was iced with varying patterns of swooping ribbons with little silver balls and small bouquets with carefully crafted sugar flowers gently resting on top.

It was only after she served an extra large helping of the cake did her eyes return to the interlocking rose petals and vines on the lace. After several minutes of staring at it she realised why she recognized it, it was the same lace on the large curtains curtains in her oversized room that billowed and swayed like the giant flags that lined Buckingham palace. Robin and the maid, Miss Anderson, that sewed them for her used to tied them around their necks and drape them over their shoulders, pretending to be queens and princesses.

"Where's Miss Anderson?" she asked as noticed that the mentioned was not there. After receiving no reply she looked up to see her parents nervously exchanging looks. "Rachel, Vincent, where's Miss Anderson," she said more seriously this time, purposely using her parents first names to make herself sound more mature.

Her parents then gave her the one look she always hated and in the second she knew she would never she her beloved maid again, it was a look full of pity, pity for a small child who had lost something like a favourite stuffed bear or a treasured dolly. Something in their eyes was easily replaceable. Of course her parents didn't say this, they were both very successful business workers that knew what people wanted and didn't want to hear, but Robin knew they were thinking it, and this online caused her to become upset. She just remembers being angry, angry at her parents for not caring enough, angry at her maid for being her only friend then leaving without warning or permission, angry at society for making someone like Miss Anderson easy to forget. The fire built inside her, growing and growing into something uncontrollable, rage that knew no limits, making her blind with fury. The lights started to flicker and pulse around her, the chandelier swaying back and forth like a boat in a violent storm.

And then it was black.

It had happened several times afterward, increasing in strength each time until it could no longer be ignored. Her parents were frightened at first of course, not knowing it had something to do with their daughter. But the fear soon to a taboo shame as they realized there was something seriously wrong with their little bird. They began to look at her differently, they had once proudly shown her off to all of their associates, bragging about how perfect their little child was, but after the episodes they would hide her away from the outside world, trying to hide the hideous secret like one would hide an embarrassing stain on a wall with a painting.

"Please don't look at us like that Robin," her mother suddenly cried, her voice trembling. She was starring into Robin's emotionless face with pleading eyes, her arms were her half raised, as if to reach out and embrace her with the warmth and love that she always used to give, "you know that we always loved you."

She laughed darkly at this in her mind, 'loved'. Yes of course, they used to love her, that is until the day she became the disturbing freak that she was. Robin entertained the idea of coldly telling them they can take their fake love their games of dodging around their true intentions and kindly go to hell. But of course she couldn't say this, wouldn't say this, because despite them no longer loving her, she stilled loved them, they were her parents, after all.

Plastering on fake reassuring smile for her mother she gently told her, "It's alright mother, I'm not upset," and it was true, she wasn't. Quite the contrary, Robin was completely devoid of emotions at the moment, had been devoid of them for years, "We always knew it would end up like this someday anyways..."

And that was the day that Robin Phantomhive, the daughter of the esteemed Earl and Countess Vincent and Rachel Phantomhive,

died.

So how did you guys like it? Do you like where it's going? Please review and let me know! You guys are really whats motivating me to continue this story so all of your support is much appreciated, you guys are honestly the best! Also as a side note, there are so many stories called Tainted! I didn't even realize how many there were until I looked it up today..

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