Author's Note: Hi, everyone! Sorry for taking so long to update! I've been working super hard, and this chapter just seemed to LOVE giving me writer's block. But, thanks to Super Junior, SHINee, and Big Bang, I was able to write it! YAY K-POP! *ahem* ANYWHO, without further ado, I present Chapter Two!

DISClAMER: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of it's characters. I just own Aislynn and this plot. And my messed up brain... XD

Hope you like this chapter~!

Chapter Two

~Sebastian's Point of View~

Aislynn Meagher looked more frail then the average human, but her sense of self-preservation and selflessness were admirable. Her soul held a pleasantly sweet smell that only pure souls held. I carried her bridal-style to my home, careful to not wake her. The house I had bought was quaint, for myself, and was a reasonable distance from the rest of civilization, both human and otherwise. Apple trees lined the drive leading up to the English Tudor style two story house; the trees and lawn were freshly manicured, leaving no traces of the dead leaves of winter. The flower beds were in bloom, and the scent of roses was in the air. I smiled and went into my abode, and upstairs to the bedroom, where I set her gently on the edge of the bed. I sighed wearily and though of the newest problem: how to dress her wounds and clean her without her later feeling like she was monopolized. On one hand, I couldn't leave her in her blood splattered and torn clothes. Yet, on the other hand, I couldn't exactly remove them and bathe her, for she was much different then my last master. I shook my head. Idiot! I scolded myself. Just have one of the maids take care of her bathing and dressing her. Then you can take care of the wounds on her legs. I sighed and rang a bell; a maid came, almost immediately to my call. I explained the situation, and she complied, and readied the bath.

I waited for the maid to finish, the usual stoic stare on my face as I read The Raven by the misunderstood Edgar Allen Poe. Aislynn was placed, gently, back on the bed, and the maid curtsied and left, closing the door with a soft clickbehind her. I smiled and retrieved the first aid kit and started tending to her wounds. Most were just surface scratches, but the two going up her shins were deep, but luckily not deep enough to actually cause permanent damage. After finishing, I put the kit away in the bathroom closet, tucked her in and left the room.

I looked up from the book I was reading on the couch when I heard Aislynn stirring. I watched her head roll on the pillow, tangling her long, soft, blonde hair even more. She opened her eyes, drowsily, and looked at me, staring me down with those soulful green eyes. I chuckled.

"Good morning. What would you like for breakfast?"

She sat up, lazily, and winced, slightly. "What time is it?" she slurred with sleep, looking around the bedroom.

"Six in the morning on April 17th."

She flopped back of the pillow. "I'm going back-" she sat up fast, wincing as she swung her legs off the bed. "I couldn't have been asleep for two weeks! I have no time left!"

I chuckled, lowly. She was distressed, and, although it could cause her to go into a worse state, the antics that she kept up was amusing. I cleared my throat.

"And, prey, tell me why it is so terrible when you obviously needed the sleep, my lady?"

She glared at me. "First, do not call me "my lady." It's old, weird, and people will think you have some weird fetish." she rolled her neck, relaxing the muscles, as she spoke. "Second, don't speak like you came straight from the Victorian Era. It's been over a century since then, and speech has changed." she rolled her arms next, continuing to relax her muscles. "Third, you cannot wear a butler's outfit. It's outdated, and, IF you are my fiancée, then it is completely against your status in society. Fourth, be frank with me. Mind games and beating around the bush, or anything of that sort, will not bode well with me. Fifth, if we absolutely must live together, then it will be in my house. Sixth, I am 18 and do not need a caretaker. Seventh, I will continue with my scholastic plan, which is finishing high school, then on to a music university. Eighth, and most important: Do not EVER interrupt me when I am rehearsing." she glared at me. "Understood, demon?"

I smirked. "Naturally."

"Now, to answer your question, in exactly one week, I will be auditioning for a music school. And I need every moment to rehearse."

I lifted an eyebrow, amused.

The petite blonde took my hint. "Classical music performance in both piano and voice." she answered.

"Then if you truly feel well enough, I shall accompany you to the music room."

I helped her onto the piano bench and she warmed up, running through her scales, vocally and on the piano, and took her time. I left her to prepare breakfast for her, purposely leaving the door open, so the staff and I could hear Aislynn as she practiced her music. I smiled as she ran through song after song. One song struck me particularly sorrowful as she sung it with as much heart as she could muster. It was "Green Finch and Linnet Bird" from the musical "Sweeny Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street."

I smiled as I brought her breakfast, knocking on the door as she finished a piece. She turned around and smiled at the food.

"That looks amazing Sebastian!" she chirped, happily.

She turned in on the bench as I set the food at a table. I walked over to her and picked her up, and set her down on a plump, comfortable chair, and she smiled at the food.

"Today, your breakfast is: freshly made blueberry pancakes, hash browns, eggs over medium, bacon, extra crisp, white toast, strawberry jelly on the side, a fresh brewed double shot espresso, freshly squeezed orange juice, and a cup of British Breakfast tea." I smirked as she smiled and prayed before her meal, and grabbed her fork.

"Thank you so much Vince-" she caught herself and her expression dropped into a sad, faraway gaze. "I mean, thank you, Sebastian. I'm sure it will be delicious." She ate in silence for a bit, and glanced sidelong at me. "Aren't you gonna eat?" she asked, holding her glass.

"No. Demons don't need this like humans do to survive. Our sustenance comes from the human soul." I explained, as she watched me, around her glass. My phone's text tone went off and I excused myself.

I read the message and sighed, returning to her side.

"What's up?" she asked, setting her fork down, and let a servant take away her practically finished plate."

"I shall have to leave you in a few days."

"For how long?" she asked, not in the slightest disturbed.

"A week." I answered.

"Well, let's move me back into my house, so you know I'm safe while you're out eating people's souls." she chuckled at her joke, and sipped on her espresso.

Aislynn had moved comfortably back into her family house when there was a knock on the door. A tall, Italian man came in, smiling at Aislynn.

"Miss Meagher…" he started.

Aislynn smiled and hobbled over in her crutches to him, giving him an awkward hug. "Vince!" she smiled, and he hugged her back. I cleared my throat, silently demanding for an introduction. Aislynn smiled and looked over at me. "Vincent, this is Sebastian, my fiancée." she spat the word in my face. "Sebastian, this is my cook, Vincent."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Chef Vincent." I smiled at him and shook his hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Michaelis, sir. Mr. Meagher told me about you."

I stifled a snicker as I saw Aislynn's face drop in shock. "Please look after her while I am gone." I smiled and turned to the shocked girl. "I'm leaving now. See you in a week, Aislynn."

She glared at me. "Bye." she turned and walked out of the room.

I chuckled and left the house, and back to the demon realm for a week.

A/N: Sorry to leave you guys on a cliff hanger. *snickers evilly*
I hope this wasn't too far from Sebastians character... *worries*
Anyways, I hope you like it! The verbal abuse only gets worse from here... Hahahaha! *evil chuckle*
Don't worry, I'm working on chapter three right now!
Please review, my lovlies~! It's much appreciated!