A/N: I don't own Sebastian or any other Kuroshitsuji Characters

Chapter 3: The Unwanted Guest

Everything became distant around me. I could no longer hear the crowd of people that surrounded me. My pulse could be heard in my ears and cold sweat ran down my body.

Ambrose, my family's killer, was standing across the room giving me a smug look. My anger became so intense that my body began to shake with rage.

Why is he here? I asked myself as I kept my gaze on him as another servant lead him to his seat.

"What's wrong?" I heard Sebastian ask me.

Even though I could hear him I didn't answer him; I was to focused on the man I held my gaze with.

I was snapped out of my trance as I felt Sebastian lightly touch my upper arm and bent down his head slightly to whispered in my ear. I flinched slightly at the physical contact.

"That's him isn't it?" he whispered, "The man who sold you and killed your parents…"

I looked away from him and stared at the ground ashamed. I shook my head yes reluctantly. Even though I wasn't looking at him I could feel his amber eyes looking at me.

"Hey you girl," I heard a rough voice say to me. I looked up to see Randolf in front of me. I could have imagined it but I thought I heard Sebastian growl slightly under his breath.

"Yes?" I answered as politely as I could.

"Lord Ambrose wants you to serve him," he said as he turned to leave and made it obvious that I was to follow him.

For a moment I didn't know what to think. I looked up at Sebastian for a split second before turning to leave. When I looked up to look at him I saw the first real emotion that I had ever seen upon my acquaintance face; pity.

I walked over to the table in a trance. Then before I knew I was standing in front of Ambrose. What was left of his hair was slicked back and looked like it had been soaked in grease. He smelt as usual.

"Hello Emma." He said giving me a dreadful smile.

I forced all the emotion out of my face and bowed my head slightly, "My lord."

He was enjoying this; seeing me squirm under his gaze. My hands were grasped so tight that my knuckles had turned white. I feared that if I didn't keep my hands like this I would strangle him.

"What a pleasure seeing you here my dear," He said giving me that same malevolent grin, "I'm sure your wondering what I'm doing here tonight."

Not caring if I actually did or not he continued. "I have become good friends with your… employer Lord Avery."

Something good had come out of talking to him; he had just told me the name of the Master. I snuck a glace in Avery's direction for a moment before turning back my attention to the man in front of me.

"And when I was invited here tonight I couldn't pass up to see my dearest Emma now could I?" He continued with his signature smile plastered on his face. I gripped the skirt of my dress tighter as I suppressed my ever growing hatred for him.

"Now," He said sinking farther into his seat, "How about a drink?"

As the night continued on I was forced to serve him. After dinner, Ambrose and all the other aristocrats decided that they all wanted to dance before desert; giving me a small break. I went and stood in the farthest reaches of the room where I could stand alone to think for a moment.

My breathing had become erratic and I was about to lose it. I was pretty much kissing the feet of my parents' killer. The thought angered me so much that I thought I was going to vomit.

This had to be hell, I thought to myself as I tried to calm myself so I would not attract attention of the guards or nobles.

I could start to feel tears form in the corners of my eyes. I growled at myself and quickly wiped them away. I had already told myself that I wouldn't let that man get another tear out of me and I wasn't about to give up now. Composing myself, I turned back around to see that the group of nobles was getting ready to sit down again.

I began to walk over to where Ambrose was seated when something strange happened.

Hold on... you're almost done, I heard in my head.

The thought wasn't mine even though it was in my head. The voice had sounded strangely familiar. I looked around and saw Sebastian across the room serving a noble woman.

She was couple of years older than me and had dark red hair, emerald green eyes, and flawless porcelain skin. She wore a beautiful green dress and her hair was tied up gracefully. She was your typical noble.

Sebastian was smiling at the woman with a slight grin upon his handsome face and made a comment to her that I could not hear. She blushed madly and waved a hand him as if to dismiss what he had said to her. He smiled at what seemed to be her modesty but for some reason I questioned his real reason.

Then Sebastian looked up and looked at me; his amber eyes locked with my green ones. I felt my insides tingle and a shiver went down my spine.

The night is almost done… keep a straight head Emma, I heard in my head.

Then he looked away from me and continued to serve the woman. The tingling sensation disappeared with his gaze.

I stood there stunned for a second. It was Sebastian talking to me in my head.

Did this mean that-

I wasn't able to finish my thought because Ambrose called my name.

"Em-Emma!" He called his words slurring. He had drunk a little too much and was now beginning to become tipsy. He had his glass raised in the air and was rocking back and forth in his chair slightly.

Pathetic…

"My lord?" I asked trying to hide the disgust in my voice.

"C-Can I h-have some more dearest," He asked with a drunken smile. I turned reluctantly to retrieve the wine pitcher from a nearby maid.

When I returned I started to fill his glass when the unthinkable happened. As I was pouring the wine into his glass, Ambrose lifted his arm and made me pour wine all over him.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Out of shock Ambrose knocked the pitcher out of my hands and knocked it to the ground. The glass pitcher shattered into a million pieces spilling the red contents everywhere. It splattered against my white dress soiling it along with the rug underneath the table.

Ambrose stood up; his eyes were wide with shock and rage.

"YOU BITCH!" He roared at me. He pulled his hand back to strike me. I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for his hand to make contact with my face.

A sharp slap echoed through the now silent room. As I heard the sound I realized that I had not been hit.

I opened my eyes slowly and standing in front of me was Sebastian.

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YAY chapter three is done!:)

I thought I would update sooner than usual because the last chapter was up so late:)

Sorry it's kinda short but the next chapter should be longer

Chapter four should probably be up by Friday or Saturday but if it's not I'm sorry

Thanks for reading and PLEASE REVIEW! :)

-Nightshade Flood