Sadly, I got bored. So I decided to write some more ;)

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That smell…

A strong aroma wafted to my noise and I sniffed lightly. It smelled like sausage.

Everything hurt.

My whole body felt as if I was deadweight, and my head hurt. It felt like someone bashed it in several times.

Oh, wait. That was what happened, actually. Just about right.

I squinted and slowly opened my eyes.

Someone's in my kitchen? That someone who saved me?

I moved my fingers slightly, and looked down at myself. I was covered in bandages from the chest down, and I probably had more, if the blanket wasn't covering it. I lifted it up slightly.

Yep, more bandages.

I was in a simple tube top with shorts, probably because most of my wounds were covered. I blushed slightly. That ALSO meant that someone changed me. I tried to sit up, and whimpered slightly at the pain it caused.

"You should stay laying down, my queen. You have three broken ribs, and one has slightly punctured your stomach. Do not worry, I have already taken necessary precautions."

I laid back down, turning my head to the doorway and looking at the man who held the voice.

Holy. Mother. Of. God.

The specimen in front of me was no more than beautifully masculine. He was tall, from what I could see. The top of his head almost reached the doorframe. He had midnight black hair that shined a dark purple when the light reflected off of it, and it looked combed to perfection. His golden eyes were covered by framed glasses, and his face was defined. My eyes traveled downward to see what he was wearing, which was slightly odd, because he looked to be wearing a Victorian era butler suit. In all, he was very attractive.

As soon as he began to walk towards the bed, I snapped out of my stupor, pointing a finger threateningly at him, making him stop in his tracks.

"W-Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my house?!" I nearly screamed at him. If this was who changed me, then I am more than embarrassed.

He titled his head to the side; the action reminding me much like a dog. "A lady should not speak so vulgarly, my queen."

My eyebrow twitched. "You didn't answer my question. And why are you calling me that?!"

He placed the tray of food on my nightstand and turned back to me, bowing slightly with his hand over his chest. "Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier. You have yet to name me. I am the demon you have so recently contracted. It seems that yesterday you were attacked quite viciously, and agreed to make a deal with me in your time of panic."

What?

WHAT?!

I stared wide-eyed at the man.

This has got to be a dream.

I laughed, albeit a little nervously. He raised an eyebrow. "Very funny, now you can tell me the truth, or I'll call the cops. I'm grateful that you saved me, but it's about time you go now."

As quick as I finished my sentence, he grabbed my left wrist. Roughly but gently, he unwrapped the bandages covering it and turned it over so I could see it. I gasped.

On the inside was a gold and brown accented star, rimmed by a circle. It almost looked like a tattoo. It was noticeable if you looked at it up close. I looked up to find him staring deeply into my eyes, almost hypnotizing me.

"This mark binds me to you, as you are now my master. I will follow any order you give me, no matter what it is, at any cost. When I have fulfilled all of your wishes, I will devour your soul. That is the way of the contract."

So he really wasn't kidding. I bit my lip, nearly drawing blood.

"I don't remember making a contract with you," I defended pathetically. "I never said yes to you."

His expression stayed blank, but his mouth twitched upwards for a split-second smirk. "Ah, but you did make a contract with me, my queen." He stated mockingly, grabbing my chin with a gloved hand. His grip stayed firm, but not enough to hurt me. "You had allowed me to save you, which gave me permission to seal the contract. I am now your humble servant."

I shook my head, pulling my chin out of his grasp. He stepped back to give me room, but still stayed close. I glared up at him.

"How do I get out of it, then?"

Surprisingly, he made a confused expression, blinking in the process.

"Pardon?"

"How do I get out of the stupid deal?" I hissed at him.

I wasn't ready to give up my soul just yet. I felt so stupid knowing that I did something so sinful. He closed his eyes, fixing the glasses and pushing them up further onto his nose.

"The only way for the contract to be revoked is if I die, you die, or I defy a direct order; which I assure you, will not happen. I am quite strong, and you are safe. I would also do anything you wish." He answered smugly. Conceited thing, isn't he?

I thought to myself for what almost seemed like hours. It's entirely my fault that I did this, so I might as well take advantage of this situation for the better. Damn it, Melody. You're an idiot.

"….Fine." I muttered, rubbing my wrist lightly. "I'll accept these terms. You said you could do anything I wanted?"

He nodded, his hair shifting slightly with his movements. I felt myself grin mischievously.

"So you could make me an ice-cream sundae in thirty seconds?"

He bowed again, answering me shortly. "If that is what you wish."

My grin dropped. He sounded completely serious. "I'll hold you to that, then. But why do I have to name you? Don't you already have a name?"

"I do," he replied stoically. "But it is what other demons call me. You can give me a human name, to make the contract between us stronger."

"Huh. That's pretty convenient, but…" I scrolled around in my head, but couldn't think of any names that suited him. "I think whatever your last master named you would be fine."

He tensed, and his eyes began to glow a fuchsia color. I felt my mouth go dry.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing of the sort," he closed his eyes, shutting out the glow and opening again to reveal his gold eyes. "If that is what you wish, then so be it."

"So, what was the name?" I asked curiously, fiddling with my wrist. He glared slightly, but his expression turned monotonous again.

"It is Claude Faustus."

I tilted my head a bit. Claude, huh? That name suited him.

"It's a nice name, it suits you. Oh, and one more thing. Why do you keep calling me "your queen"?"

He picked up the food tray and placed it in my lap. On it were eggs, sausage, and pancakes piled high. My stomach growled in anticipation, and I began to eat, scarfing down the delicious food. I had a big appetite at the moment.

"Would you rather I call you something else?"

I'm not going to lie, I really enjoyed being treated like royalty. But it felt wrong for someone to call me a queen when I was anything but. "You could just call me Melody, I'm nothing special."

"Ah, but you are, my queen. It would be considered disrespectful to call you by your name, when we are not familiar with each other. I insist on that title."

I sighed, picking up another bite of pancakes and swallowing it whole. I was such a pig, ugh. "Alright. But in public, you should probably call me by my name. Other people will think it's weird if you say that, and not to mention it would be embarrassing."

He bowed his head to me again; I guess it was a sign of respect. "Yes, my queen."

A small smile graced my lips. I could definitely get used to the treatment. "So, ummm…." I began nervously.

"How long do I have before, you know…you take my soul?"

He almost looked amused at the question, which made me huff. It may seem funny to him, but not to me. After all, I was the one losing a soul here.

"It depends on your final wish. You have said that you wish to live a long, happy life. You're quite clever for deciding that, most humans are foolish and demand riches, power, or fame. But you," he paused, placing a hand delicately on my cheek. I felt myself flush, "want nothing more than family, than friends…" he grabbed my wrist again, brushing a finger over the new mark.

"It is what I am here for. As long as you bear this mark of the covenant, than I shall stay by your side. Just call my name, and wherever you are, I will follow like a second shadow."

It almost sounded like a romantic confession, but also sounded like a stalker's obsession. I nearly laughed. He leaned away, taking the empty tray and placing it back onto the nightstand. He motioned for me to lay down, and I obliged, allowing him to pull the covers over my form. It wasn't good to sleep right after eating, but I was exhausted.

"Please rest, my queen. You are still very weak. You have nothing to fear, I will watch over you."

He turned away, walking towards the door and was about to close it when I stopped him.

"Claude?" I called hesitantly, and he turned back around, peering at me.

"Yes, my queen?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I scolded myself. Stop being a foolish, lovesick girl.

"Thank you." I finally said, burying my head into the pillow and closing my eyes.

"There is no need to thank me. Sleep well."

Little did he know, I was already fast asleep.

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Things were going wonderfully already.

Lucky for me, I had already reached her soul before another foul demon did.

It was so delicate; almost like a flower, prone to wilt at any time.

Melody Williams's soul was mine. I had branded myself to her; she could not escape my clutches. I had not seen such a soul, not since I had come so close to Ciel Phantomhive's soul. But this time, I would have no trouble raising it as my own.

I must do so carefully, gently, otherwise my efforts would be worthless.

It may be a long wait, but I have prepared myself for this. It would be well worth it.

I brushed a strand of hair behind my new master's hair, taking in her sleeping, bandaged-up form. It was normal for a demon to be possessive of his prey, and I took great pleasure in destroying those weak humans who harmed her. Yes, that would be the punishment for anyone and anything that tried to hurt my queen. She was weak as well; in body and mind. She could easily be crushed by any force. Of course, I was not worried.

I would let nothing get by me. Nothing would get to my queen. I had another chance; I would not do something as rash as wasting it.

I took in a deep breath of my queen's scent. She smelled faintly of jasmine and vanilla, an unusual duo, but suited her. Underneath it, I could smell the sweet, mellow scent of her soul. I smirked lightly.

Ah, yes, my queen. The countdown has started for us. It may be long, but I will obtain your savory soul. And I must say, it will be a delicious meal. It will be well worth the orders. In fact, it might be fairly amusing to see how this life plays out.

Amusing, indeed.

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Surprised at how fast I typed this. I've never done two chapters in one day before.

Time to sleep. –yawns- Rate and review, peeps.