Chapter 3: Setting Sail Pt.0/ Terms and Conditions

"Where have you been?" Ciel asked his butler as he sat in his study waiting for his tea to be served. The demon was beside him, on the other side of the teacart preparing his masters tea and afternoon snack.

"Todays tea is a Darjeeling and white blend served with sugar dusted beignets" He set the tea down along with a doily covered plate that held two of the doughy confections. "Don't ignore me." The earl hissed, his patience was waning thin ever since the butler returned.

After being separated from the Demon and the witch, Snake had managed to get the lot of them back to the manor in one piece. Though concerned for the their safety, Ciel reassured the staff that Sebastian would be able to handle everything and they they were to go on finishing the days tasks. Gigi resigned himself to stand watch, waiting for his mistress to return.

Mey-Rin went to polish the silverware, Bard sulked off to finish his task of cleaning the scullery, and Snake with the aid of the gardener, set off to unloading the guest's luggage and brought them to their suite. Ciel had marched off to his office to finish looking over paperwork. It was nearly an hour later that the butler quietly knocked while bringing his afternoon tea.

"I apologize my lord. I was held up by some…bothersome circumstances." The demon thought it wise for now to withhold his discovery about their guest.

"Bothersome circumstances? Pfft, what a mediocre excuse. You are aware that Elizabeth is coming, or have you forgotten?"

A tick formed on the demons forehead however the earl chose to ignore him and sipped his tea. "Speaking of mediocre, where is our guest?"

"Oi, Professor Mong! Allis is not 'mediocre' she just saved your arse" Roared the familiar that had barged in unannounced to the office. He stomped forward and slammed his hands on the desk that separated the boy from the fuming familiar.

"Where is Allis?"

"Oh, miss Allister is resting in her room. It would seem that the engagement coupled with her long journey has tired the poor thing out."

The familiar snapped his head to the demon. "I wasn't asking you, demon. Anyway where is her room, I want to make sure she's ok"

Ciel nibbled on a beignet before piping up. "I don't believe my butler is required to answer your question." The albino stared at the earl, his anger rising. "Why the bloody hell-"

"If you continue to address me as though I am on your level, I will not find myself inclined to offer my hospitality to you, or your mistress."

Gigi felt like he was ready to burst. This boy, this human boy had the nerve to challenge him? If it were not for his beloved mistress's order, he would have strangled that little hell spawn and the demon that served him in an instant. He had to calm down, as much as he would hate to admit it, he was at their mercy, Allis had already scolded him and he did not want to further soil her first impression with her soon to be Noblesse.

Taking in a shaky breath, Gigi pulled back and calmed himself. "There see, good boy." The familiar bared his teeth at the tone of amusement in the earl's words. 'He sees me as a pet! Bloody brat indeed!'

"Sebastian."

Sensing what his master wanted, the butler bowed with his hand over his heart. "Yes my lord. Miss Allis wished not to be disturbed till dinner, though from her current state, she might rest though till morning from how tired she looked."

Gigi's eyes widened. "She wanted…to be left alone?" Was she still angry with him from earlier? He didn't mean to be 'rude', but the boy was so slow and his demon was so…irritating. He was trying to protect her! He knew demons were ruthless soul stealing lechers that feasted however they please. Above all else witches are taught to avoid demons due to their…affinity for witches. But now his mistress was to share the same roof as one of those dammed beings. He was probably plotting her demise at this very moment!

He didn't trust these humans as it was, but knowing that the master of the estate held the company of a demon made him even more on edge. "I can show you to your room, or if you'd like I can give you a tour of the estate?" The beguiling smile on the butlers face reeked of his arrogant triumph over him, but it was not over.

It was far from over.

"Actually I was wondering if I may wander on my own." Though she wanted to be alone, Gigi still felt that as her familiar he should at least check on her, and she would be asleep so she would not even be aware that he was there. If the butler would not take him to her, he would find her himself.

'I'm a genius!~' The familiar thought to himself.

"You may explore freely, all I ask is that you not intrude on my servants quarters. I can give permission to mine, but it is not my consent I can offer for there's."

Before he could even finish his statement the familiar had already shifted to his feline form and dashed out the window. Ciel sighed and went back to finishing his tea. "Well that takes care of one nuisance." He turned his attention to the newspaper that Sebastian brought with his tea. The major headline read:

GET OVER!? KARNSTEIN HOSPITAL MAKES MIRACLES HAPPEN!

'The departed rising from death? Karnstein Hospital performs a miracle.' The earl thought to himself. This was certainly something he never thought would be a major headline, nor possible.

"Is something wrong?" Ciel shot a pointed stare before turning back to the paper. "No its nothing"

Not a moment after looking back at the paper there were several loud knocks at the door. " Wai- you cant!" He could hear from the other side of the door. "Don't just-" The doors burst open to reveal the annoying familiar face of the head of the British branch of Kong-Rong, Lau. Behind him was his ever quiet and scantily clad bodyguard Ran-Mao, and a flustered Mey-Rin; who had tried and failed to stop the two from intruding into her masters study.

"Hey earl! How are you doing?" Lau loudly greeted the boy.

"Lau!?"

The china-men continued to ignore the look of utter shock and went about looking around for something. "I was aiming for your breakfast but you're done already?" It was well past breakfast and just after lunch…

"What on earth could you…"

Lau ignored the increasingly agitated earl and dismissively looked over to Sebastian. "Say…didn't you die recently?" The butler nervously laughed it off with a straight face. 'As thick as ever…' he thought.

Meanwhile Ciel was growing more agitated as he was ignored yet again. "Listen when people are talking!" Lau paused; Ran-Mao locked her arms with his as they finally turned their lax attention to the fuming little earl. 'Finally…' he thought. Clearing his throat, he repeated what he was trying to say earlier. "What on earth could you want at this hour? Surely you did not come all the way here just to mooch a breakfast off me?"

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After moving to the indoor sunroom so that Lau could 'enjoy his meal in a fragrant place'. They resumed their original discussion as Lau and Ran-Mao ate the lunch that would have been eaten had they not had any 'issues' returning to the estate.

"A hospital that revives the dead?"

"You mean that thing in the paper?"

Lau brought another fork full of ham to his mouth before replying. "Yeah that." Ciel waved the yes man off. "Unfortunately I have little interest in the occult so…"

Finishing what he had in his mouth, Lau moved to cut another piece from his plate as he playfully quipped. "It may not be occult though."

Ciel's gaze hardened. "What?"

"Karnstein Hospital. They seem to be doing lots of shopping down at the back docks the earl has me in charge of."

"Drugs?"

"No…" The yes-man brought another piece of ham to his mouth, relishing in the sweet and slightly salty taste of the foreign meat, one of the few things he has come to enjoy during his stay in England. After he finished chewing he continued. "Bodies" He placed his fork down, feeling this type of conversation was bad for ones appetite. "They come shopping for foreign slaves illegally quite often, but lately the amounts are unusual. I highly doubt a hospital could fit so many."

"Don't they just dispose of them once they're not needed." The earl mused. "Not that I really care about that…"

Lau smirked; how he loved this cat and mouse game he played with the earl, dangling a morsel of information in front of him. And though he was trying his hardest to hide it, Lau could see that glimmer of interest in the boy's eyes. "Isn't it bad for a hospital like that to feature in the regular society's news?"

"In other words you are saying that there's a possibility that the revival of the dead is occurring as a result of illegal human experimentation?" The butler questioned.

"That's right"

The boy sighed. "If that's true then it's an interference in the regular society by an underground power" He stilled in thought. Could there be more to this revival hospital nonsense, or was it just that, nonsense? However the idiot did have a point, there could perhaps very well be a cause stemming from the underworld. "However, remove the thorns from a rose in advance and you won't hurt your hand. Sebastian, investigate immediately"

The butler bowed in his usual fashion. "Leave it to me." Ciel rose and walked over to the window. He glanced down to see Finny and snake standing on the front yard; the blonde was excitedly pointing at something further down the road whilst tugging a befuddled Snake. "Reviving the dead eh…how foolish" he muttered to himself. He watched as a carriage pulled in, this must have been what the blonde was so excited about.

"Ciel-Ciel! Listen, listen!"

The boy shivered. He knew that voice, the voice that he had grown fond of, but also managed to irk him at the same time. The voice of his beloved betrothed, Elizabeth. Deciding to not prolong the inevitable, the earl went down to meet his dear wife; however he barely made it to the foyer before the blond had tackled him into a massive bear hug filled with shrill shrieks and coos of 'I missed you'. Ciel managed to pry her off, reduced to just holding each other's hands.

"We're having a family trip in April! We will travel to New York on a luxury passenger ship for three weeks from the 17th!" She nervously squeezed his hands, her cheeks slightly pink. She was nervous about asking Ciel to come. It would be the first time that she and him went on a trip since…that time. Taking in a small breath for strength she looked Ciel in the eye. "So father was wondering if you'd like to…"

"That's impossible." He cut in. Elizabeth looked at him, pleading. "It's a ticket for the Campania's maiden voyage! They say it's the most luxurious ship in the world! Mother said it would be good if Ciel took a rest every once in a while…"

"I appreciate the thought but I can't take that much time off."

The girl separated from him, her eyes were crestfallen. "Awww" The boy felt that knot form in him, a knot that always formed whenever he saw Elizabeth like that. There were very few people in this world that he allowed himself to care for. Ever since that day long ago he had learned to harden his heart. However there was one person that always managed to undo that.

He relented to the bubbly blond. "I'll go if it's somewhere close." She perked up instantly. "I can make time for a few days. Then I'll go wherever you want. So…Wah!"

The blonde threw her arms around the boy before he could even finish what he was saying. "As long as we're together anywhere is fine! I'm so happy!" The earl shifted his gaze, trying to hold his composure as his cheeks heated up. "Anywhere is the most difficult you know…" He pulled away from her. "Besides I also have to consider my guest. I surely can't just abandon them for three weeks"

"A guest!?" the blonde questioned.

"Yes, I was asked to host a foreign nobles daughter for a year while she finishes her studies."

The bubbly blond was already prancing about lost in her own reverie asking the boy a nonstop stream of questions. "Ohhh what's she like? Where is she from? Can I meet her? Is she here now? What kind of clothes does she wear? Are they cute? Ohhh I hope we can become friends!"

"Gah! I can't answer all those questions at once!"

"Oh, sorry" She frowned.

Feeling that stirring again he relented once more. "She is here, but she was weary from her long journey, so she won't be joining us for dinner I'm afraid."

"Awww, I was so looking forward to making her cute!~"

"Don't worry you'll have plenty of time to do that later, she'll be here for a while." Taking out his pocket watch, he noted it to be about time for his evening meal. "It's time for dinner, care to join me?"

The girl frowned. "Oh I'm sorry! I forgot to tell you, I came to invite you to the trip. I won't be able to stay for dinner; my brother wanted me to help with the preparations for the trip or something like that."

The earls eyebrow twitched. Edward was always plotting ways to keep Elizabeth away from him. Call it being an over protective older brother of his sister; whatever the case it was downright meddlesome. All that trouble preparing, all for nothing, what a waste.

"I'm sorry to hear that, I was so looking forward to entertaining you"

"Really! Ohh Ciel" She threw herself at he betrothed. "Thanks you so much! I'm sorry for all the trouble and I wish I could stay." She pouted. Giving him one last hug, the blonde bounded down the steps just as she came and speed off down the path, returning home. Before the carriage disappeared from sight he could hear her call to him, saying that she'd bring him lots of souvenirs. Ciel felt a small smile tug at his lips as he watched the carriage disappear into the horizon from his window.

"What are you grinning at?"

The boy jumped back from the window, clutching his chest. Hanging perpendicular on the other side of the glass was his butler. "Don't surprise me like that! And what's with that outfit!?" His butler was wearing his trademark teaching spectacles. His trademark black tailcoat was discarded for a white doctors jacket along with his pristine white gloves being traded for black examiners gloves. Around his neck was a stethoscope whose end was neatly tucked in the coats breast pocket along with a pen.

The demon unlatched the window and perched himself on the ledge, crouched down resting on the balls of his feet. "Well as they say, when in Rome do as the Romans do. Moreover I obtained some rather interesting information."

"Is that so?" Ciel took a seat behind his desk. The butler gracefully jumped from his perch and entered the room. "Its about the aforementioned Karnstein Hospital, it seems that the upper-rank doctors, including the director Ryan Stoker, have opened an association called 'The Aurora Society'"

He looked up to gauge his master's reaction, seeing no change he continued on. "According to a nurse who squealed, the Aurora Society holds presentations for the results of their experimentations regularly and collects donations from nobles. The Aurora Society's true face is that of a secret society that consists solely of doctors, who have 'The Complete Salvation of Mankind Through Medicine' as their motto…"

He smirked it this. This was yet again another arrogant attempt of humans trying to overcome their inherent mortality and limitations. "It has been confirmed that the members conduct illegal human experiments within the hospital daily. There was no sign of slaves inside the hospital and there was nothing pertaining to human experiments of the revival of the dead."

Ciel propped his elbows on the desk, resting his chin on his folded hands. "It couldn't get any fishier than this huh?"

Sebastian nodded. "Yes. I'm certain that there is some definite clue to be found in this 'Aurora Society"

The boy idly tapped his index finger on the hard mahogany surface of his desk giving the impression of feigned interest. "When is their next meeting?"

"It is scheduled to be on a passenger ship departing from Southampton port on the 17th of April."

"Hmph, meeting on a ship…sounds like something nobles would.." He paused. That date. "The 17th…?" Where had he heard that date? He started to recall the image of Elizabeth that he saw just a few minutes ago. 'We're having a family trip in April! We'll be traveling to New York on a luxurious passenger ship for three weeks starting the 17th!'

'That was it!' He bolted up from his seat slamming his hands on the desk. "What was the name of the boat!?"

The demon glanced down at the clipboard his hands. "The Blue Star line's luxury ship…"

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Sebastian closed the door behind him as he entered his private quarters. He had just finished getting the young master to bed for the night and thought it best to attend to the other resident at the manor.

It humored him when he first started his contract with the boy that he was offered his own private suite, a privilege of being the house butler. It was a moderately large room; dark grayish maroon paisley wallpaper decorated the walls before ending at the ornate white wooden molding. There was a small desk against the wall in one corner of the room, next to it, a large bookcase filled with books; his personal collection.

In the other corner stood a black chaise lounger trimmed in a lovely walnut wood, in front of it was a small circular wooden table, also black walnut. On the other side of the table was chair, matching the longer in style but meant for one to sit in. To the left of the door was a tall dark oak armoire inside of which he occasionally houses a family of cats on rainy days or the winter season.

Lastly in the center of the room, against the western wall was a tall ornate four-poster bed made up of the same dark walnut as the other furniture. The bed had thick black velvet curtains, currently closed. Though he did not require sleep, he still from time to time, when he had the time, he would lie in the bed and feign the activity. Though he would only require an hour or two of sleep to last him a month or two.

And he never had dreams. Demons rarely if ever dream, making sleeping that much more boring and detestable. The demon only slept when he felt his hunger pains overwhelm him.

Sebastian strode over to the armoire and removed his tailcoat and placed it on a hanger and then on the rack. After closing it, he walked over to the bed while bringing his gloved hands to his lips and tugging his gloves off. He reached into his pocket and removed his pocket watch and placed it and the gloves on the bedside table.

Reaching up, he drew away the velvet curtain to reveal the bed. Lying amongst the black satin sheets and white fluffy pillows was the still catatonic witch. When he returned to the manor with the battered witch in tow, he had originally wanted to lay her in her suite, however with that dammed familiar sniffing around he needed to stash her somewhere. After his master had given the familiar free reign of the estate with the exception of the servant's wing he reasoned it the perfect area to hide her.

He thought it best to store her in his room since he could not risk the other servants happening upon her…gammy state. Despite his master's stern condition, the familiar had searched the servant's wing for his mistress during dinner, each room and closet with the exception of the demons room. His scent permeated the room, masking hers and throwing off the familiar, who clearly wanted nothing to do with the demon.

She lay there; the blood and dirt had dried and caked together. Mixed together with the dried caked clumps was the slightly congealed black blood of the shade and a few black feathers staining the sheets. Sebastian sat on the edge to take a moment to take in the sight.

"The tea was nice, this humble butler thanks you for that." He leaned over her and brushed a few caked strands away from the witch's face. His hand slid down her cheek and paused at the wound on her neck, originally the killing blow. Initially the wound was so deep that her trachea could be seen, and felt; now it was just a slightly raw gash. His hands move down to the viscera that had previously been pulled out, only to find that they had fitted themselves back into her chest cavity leaving only irritated red gashes, still deep, but a marked improvement.

The demon could easily sit there all night just to watch the wounds heal themselves, however he had work to do, and she was soiling his sheets. He went back to her neck and a bit further. "I am sorry, I know it's not proper for a gentleman to see a woman exposed without her consent, however…" He unbuttoned the first button. "I am not really a gentleman now am I?"

He carefully finished unbuttoning the blouse and bodice and removed them. Next he moved to removing her skirt leaving her clad only in her torn and bloodied undergarments consisting of a short white chemise, corset, garters, and very short bloomers.

He unhooked the garters that kept her stockings up under her grieves, the armor was a bit clumsy to remove, but the demon managed to take them off without damaging them. Hoisting her up from her armpits he propped her up and untied the laces at the back of her corset. He noted that the corset was rather loosely tied not at all proper for a young lady. After the corset he hooked a finger around the band of the bloomers and pulled them off, lastly he pulled the chemise over her head leaving her completely naked to him.

He sat back to take her in. She was not a thin little thing, but she was not at all overweight. She had a voluptuous fullness to her despite her age she had already possessed the body of a fully matured woman. Full hips, a toned abdomen legs and arms, firm breasts that were a good size, not small or large but enough to even out the fullness of her hips.

With the clothes removed he could clearly see the injuries she sustained unobstructed. And as expected they were sealing themselves up right before his eyes. "You really are something miss witch" He murmured to the unconscious girl as he picked her up bridal style and walked over to the door that stood opposite the bed.

He opened it to reveal a moonlit bathroom. The floor was covered in white tiles and in its center was a large porcelain washbasin, already filled halfway with water. He brought the blonde over to the basin and carefully placed her in, propping her back against the backrest end. After making sure she was stable he went over to the large wooden basin filled with water that had long since gone cold. Placing his hand in the water within seconds the water had heated.

He brought the hot water over to the tub and poured it in till the water was a decent temperature. Rolling up his sleeves he reached for a washcloth and soap and began to clean off the blood, hers and the shades, dirt and grime. Once her body was clean he moved on to her hair. Unbraiding the braids that held her hair back he washed her hair. It was while he was washing her hair he took his time freeing each strand of blood and dirt; most of it caked in on the left side of her head.

As he massaged her scalp he heard something. Though faint, he knew he heard it, he heard a soft moan escape the blonde's lips. He peered at her face to find her eyes partially opened; the purple irises were hazy and muddled meaning she hadn't fully regained consciousness. He went back to washing her hair and then rinsing it. Once she was completely clean he drained the water and pulled her out of the basin, wrapping her in a towel and bringing her back to the bedroom.

While he walked to the bed he could feel the blonde in his arms shivering from the cold and snuggling closer to the warmth that his chest provided all the while soft sighs and moans passing through her lips. She was growing more cognizant of her surroundings, meaning she was to awake soon.

He pulled away the soiled sheets and placed her on the clean under sheets. He went to the laundry to quickly clean the top blanket and fetch the witch a nightgown to sleep in. With in a minute of two he had returned with the clean linens in one hand and a gown and undergarments in the other. He placed the blanket at the foot of the bed and went to Allis. He dressed her in her undergarments and was about to put her in her night-dress her when something caught his eye.

All the wounds she had by this point had almost healed, leaving slightly raw pink patches of flesh. It would appear that the more conscious she grew, the faster the wounds would heal. However it was not those ones that drew him to stare, it was the other scars. Scattered about her body were several jagged scars that though in different areas all had the same style of edges, as though made from the same blade. There were twelve in all, eight on her torso and one on each limb.

Out of curiosity the demon turned her over, and as he suspected the wounds were in the exact same spot.

"Curiouser and curiouser miss Allis, I wonder what adventures brought you these little bites." He ran his fingers over one of the marks that rested on her collarbone. "To have been pierced so many times must have been painful. Excruciating no doubt?"

"Mmmm-mph"

The girl was stirring her eyes were moving about lazily as she tried to speak. Her breathing had been shallow to almost non-existent till now and it mildly shocked the demon when her body bolted up with a sharp intake of air. Her throat creaked and groaned akin to an old woman would in her final throws of life before throwing her head back releasing another loud croak.

Her eyes no longer hazed over started to nervously dart about taking in her surroundings before resting on the butlers eyes that held her. Her eyes widened in panic as she tried to push herself out of the demons arms. Her struggles barely phased the demon as she had only just regained consciousness.

"Th..th-shhh" She tried her best to form words but her throat was so very dry causing the only a few hushed syllables and hoarse croaks. The butler sensed this and went to the bathroom and returned with a glass and pitcher of cool water. Pouring a cup a cup he handed it to her only for it to slip from her hands. Swiftly catching it her held it to her lips. She closed them tight, she was not a child and she was not going to be further humiliated by being handled like an infant.

The butler pursed his lips and chided the witch. "Now, now, you have been in a state of rigor mortis for a bit so naturally your muscles have partially atrophied." Her eyes widened at the mention of her death, there was a hint of fear in them.

He knew.

He knew her secret. She stiffened. What was he going to say? Did Ciel already know? What would he say? Would they refuse her deal? Would she be sent back? She started to panic, her nervousness growing more apparent to the demon. "I take it that even where you are from people such as yourself are not possible to exist?"

She met the demons gaze; he had that look of knowing and mischievous amusement at her situation. Those eyes, blood red eyes. Such a…peculiar color, she had seen red eyes before but his were different. Not only in color but their intent fixed gaze. She felt bare before him; his eyes stripping away her layers, her virtues, her secrets, all exposed before him. Despite the fact that she could hardly move; the longer she stared into those eyes she felt herself he drawn into their crimson depths.

Deeper and deeper she felt as though the waves of red were getting closer and closer to her; the closer they got, the more her raison deteriorated. She was drowning; she was drowning in them; if she does not pull away now they will consume her.

He will consume her.

It was the strange sensation she felt on her lips that brought her back. The demon's face had indeed moved closer, but that was because he was kissing her. Her eyes widened in shock, how did she not notice? At first the demon was gentle, the kiss soft and light but he quickly deepened it. The blond was at a loss, this was her first kiss, she did not know how to go about the act, nor did she know how to react when she felt the demons tongue brush against her lower lip.

On reflex she hesitantly parted her lips and allowed the demon access, which he wasted no time in using. His tongue moved past her lips and explored the unclaimed territory of the witch's virgin mouth. Though slightly dry, demon opened his mouth wider as he started to pass the water held in his mouth into the blondes before pulling away to allow the blonde to breathe and swallow, his hands still clutched her chin.

Allis hesitated when she felt the liquid touch her tongue, upon realizing it was ordinary water she deemed it safe to swallow although the act that got it in her mouth did not help diminish the fiery hot blush that spread across her freckled cheeks. "There, that's right. Now here is some more." He took in another sip of water and pressed his lips to the blonde's, this time there was no hesitation when he requested access to her mouth, exploring and caressing before passing another mouthful of water to her.

He continued the process of taking in the water and passing it to her; each kiss lasting longer than the last and increasing in intensity. It was not long before Sebastian no longer took in any water yet continued to kiss her. He felt himself being drawn into the kiss, it felt familiar; perhaps it reminded him of the nurse he had earlier in the day. But the taste…her mouth had this taste to it. It tasted like the tea she gave him, but different. It had the same feel, but there was something new to this taste. It was not the taste of a sweet memory, no; it was the taste of wanting. The taste of wanting from someone who has never wanted before, not in this manner

Allis felt very light, she felt like she was floating. Like she no longer had a body, and if it were not for the lips on hers, and the tongue that danced with hers, she would have lost all sense of the physical realm. Her mind was fuzzy, she couldn't focus or think straight, and she felt unbearably hot. She was only in her undergarments, but her body felt like it was on fire. She wanted to remove the obstructing garments; she wanted to do anything to relieve this fire that seemed to burn her from the inside.

With every kiss she felt that fire pool within her, her mind getting hazier. Sebastian pushed her so that she fell onto the bed with him towering over her, his hands on either side of her head. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned a few of his buttons. She lay under him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes clouded with wanton, her body was hot and he could see a thin layer of sweat forming on her face.

How was this possible? How was he able to make her feel this way? It felt…so nice. She wanted more, more of that fuzzy tingling feeling she felt in her stomach, specifically between her legs.

No! This is wrong! What would Father Dunley think if he saw her now, mewling like a common whore, with a demon no less? She felt the salty sting of tears prickle her eyes, realizing her folly.

Gathering her wits about her she pushed herself away from him, weakly trying to crawl away from the aroused demon. She fell off the bed with a loud thud bringing the sheets around her to cover herself; feeling exposed. As she began to regain her senses, she felt more tears spill over as she quickly bolted to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She slid down the door balling herself up in the sheet and quietly sobbed.

How could she have allowed herself to end up in this situation? How could she have permitted him to do those vulgar acts upon her? She should have known, she should have. She was always told to be wary of demons; yet he appeared so gentlemanly, so polite.

But he was still a demon.

He brought out those feelings, dirty shameful feelings; a second more and she would have gladly gave herself over to him. But something in her told her to get away. It was a powerful force that briefly cleared her mind long enough to separate herself from the demon.

Shakily she brought her fingers up to her lips. Even now she can just faintly feel the fiery sensation of his lips lingering. Her first kiss, well kisses. And she shared them with a demon, which she only just met, and is in employ to her noblesse.

"Oh Gigi…I should have listened to you!" She sobbed.

"Are you going to lay there all night?"

Allis shot up when she heard the demons voice on the other side of the door. Fear crept into her heart. Was he going to break down the door and force her to continue?

"Please come out."

She clutched the blankets tighter around her. The nerve of him! He had just practically violated her and he wanted her to go back in there, with him? Granted there was no penetration, and she somewhat…no HE was the one that took advantage. He was older, he should know better.

'Just go away! Leave…please' She chanted to herself in her head praying the demon would leave her be for the night.

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Sebastian waited for Allis to answer him, but all he got was silence. He could not lie and say he was not perturbed. He was never one to outwardly brag, but he was seldom if ever turned down, and he did not like having things he can't have be dangled in front of him. He had already re-buttoned his shirt and was standing before the bathroom door holding the gown he had meant to dress the disagreeable girl in.

He prodded again, "Allis…please. I have a nightgown for you to wear. I know my behavior was…much less that of a gentleman, however you were being quite disagreeable and I had to see that you got water" Still no answer.

"Look, although I cant promise anything, if you just let me assist you, I won't have to use such drastic measures." Though it may not matter what he said at that point, he still needed to convince the witch to come out.

After a few minutes passed the door to the bathroom slowly creaked open, the blonde was shielding herself behind the door, gauging the demons reaction. Deciding whether or not to come out.

"Can I have it?" She asked.

Sebastian complied and handed her the folded garment to her. She retreated back into bathroom for a few minutes before coming back out dressed in the gown. This one was a peach long empire waist dress the reached the floor with loose bell sleeves that ended just after her elbows. White lace trimmed the 'v' neckline.

"I'm glad it fits"

She quietly nodded, her eyes glued to the ground. "Thank you" She was avoiding any eye contact with the demon, scared the mere act of looking at them would seduce her again. They both stood there as an uncomfortable silence settled between them broken when the demon asked if the witch would like some tea. Excusing himself, the demon left to prepare the tea.

Allis sat on the lounger as she waited. It puzzled her how just twenty or so minutes ago she had shared a passionate and tender moment with the demon, now she felt angered and disgusted, fearful, yet here she sat waiting for the demon to bring her tea. Perhaps it was because he was a demon, or maybe because he is devilishly handsome. Whatever the case the blonde could not bring herself to hate the demon, she was still angry. Not really angry, more embarrassed.

Allis was not a witch who could comprehend the difficult and foreign battlefield of emotions, particularly ones pertaining to love and affection. Thinking back on it she was still young, but there were girls back home that had already had steady boyfriends and many conversations about passionate late night trysts. Though she never personally participated in these conversations; it did make her feel left out. It was no longer expected that a woman remain chaste till her marriage, save for a few noble families that stood fast to tradition; but Allis never could push herself into talking with boys. Maybe it was her brief upbringing in a noble house, or her shyness, she never felt inclined to see anything of interest outside of friendship with the opposite sex.

But now she could understand why they spoke of it so. That feeling, hot and fiery, tingling as though one had been stuck with a wyrm's fire and a drake's thunder at the same time. And a need, oh a powerful need. That feeling could drive any sane person mad, any virtuous person into a reprobate.

'That does not excuse my behavior! I am a knight, the chevalier of Hamilton, I cannot allow myself to be distracted by these troublesome urges. I have a task and that is the priority, I fear the Gods are testing me.'

After a few more minutes Sebastian returned with a small cart carrying everything he would need for tea. He set it to the side of the table placing two teacups and a small plate of leftover beignets before pouring the tea.

"I made some chamomile tea to relax you and brought some of the leftover beignets, a treat common in New Orleans French quarter in America" He set the teapot back on the cart and sat in the chair opposite Allis.

"So, out of curiosity how many times have you 'died'?" he casually asked.

Allis stiffened. He said it so nonchalant. "Well…I guess this is the third, maybe fourth time. I try my best to not let it happen too often if I can help it."

"Do you know why it is that you can't die?" he asked as he took a small sip of tea ignoring the smoky taste as best he could.

"No." She looked down into her tea, staring at the morose expression that stared back at her. "I" She paused. "I don't understand it. Even back then I was the only one who lived. I don't know why it is that I can't die; even in magic there is no spell in existence to bring back the dead. You can animate their corpses, but their souls will never return." She felt her already sore and puffy eyes start to water.

"Maybe you are a demon? But then again I don't sense a demons soul in you so I'm just as much at a loss as you."

"A demon?"

"A possibility but like a said, your soul is too…different to be a demons."

"Does Ciel know?" her voice faltered slightly.

He shook his head. "No, only I. I made sure no one saw you when I brought you back. Why do you wish for them not to know?"

"In Magaea necromancy is forbidden, though its not the result of necromancy they would want to know what it is that makes me immortal, and test its limits. So the less that know, the better."

So she wanted this kept a secret? He could use this to his advantage. The demon felt the gears of a plan turn in his head. Perhaps all is not lost. "I'm afraid I will have to tell my master if he asks as it is apart of our contract that I cannot lie to him"

She froze. "However" He started. "I can try my best to keep him finding out, in exchange for something of course after all…nothing is ever free"

What did he want? Did he want her body, or her soul? "What are the conditions?"

"Simple. Every other night I want you to report to my room and have tea with me. While in my room you are subject to my wishes, within reason of course"

"You want me to have tea with you?" Why would he want that?

"Not just tea, I want that special tea you made for me, and a bit of company to entertain me seeing as my profession can leave one quite…hungry. Though I still will only be fully sated with my current masters soul, the tea does make a nice snack now and then."

"I don't know…" Allis' voice held some concern. Was it wise to strike a deal with someone, well something that was know for making fairly one-sided deals. "I feel that this is somewhat a deal that you gain more than you are offering"

Sebastian smirked, sharp girl. "Fine. Then I will also make it that my master goes into a deal with you, provided that you can assure me that it will not interfere with my contract."

The demon had her attention when he mentioned her deal. 'Was it possible for him to sway Ciel's mind, to make him acknowledge me?' she wondered. She weighed the pros and cons in her head, but reasoned she would have a better chance of getting Ciel to become her Noblesse if she took the deal, than if she didn't.

"Are the terms agreeable to you?"

The blonde took a moment before nervously licking her lips. "I suppose. But how are we to make sure the other holds up their end of the bargain?"

His grin widened. "You can enter into a partial contract with me."

"Partial contract?"

"It's not as binding as a full one, meaning I do not consume your soul, but it does bind those who take it to the terms stated when created. If that should relieve your distrust of me."

He was starting to think she would back out but to his surprise she nodded. "Alright." Sebastian smiled again as his eyes started to glow. "Let us begin." He walked over to the bed gesturing for Allis to follow him. "Please, lay down."

She hesitated. "Why should I?"

"I am to place my seal upon you to consummate our pact an as such it can be an incredibly painful process. I would want to at least offer you some comfort, comfort I sadly could not offer to my young master."

His seal? He was going to mark her; she was to be bound by his thorns along with his master. This was beginning to weigh on her, the reality of her choice. She could still back out; try her best at gaining recognition on her own. But what of her secret, Sebastian would no doubt have to tell his master sooner or later, in turn he would inform the Queen, and eventually it would get back to Magaea. It was already difficult as it was to get her way back into the court's favor as a 'fallen noble', though her position was at the absolute bottom, it was something at least; how was she to reclaim the former glory of house Hamilton if word of her 'ailment' got out?

She closed her eyes for a moment to quell her doubt that was forming a knot in her stomach. 'No! I must do this. I have to do whatever it takes, I have to be acknowledged by Ciel, only then will I be able to become a member of the Royal Hunt and secure some footing in the court.' She reminded herself that the regalia and signet of house Hamilton was on the line.

Opening her eyes she cast a sideways glance at the demon before crawling onto the bed where he had her pinned earlier and lay on her back, her eyes starring at the canopy above. She felt the bed dip as the butler crawled over to her straddling her hips. His left hand came down to caress her forehead. She tensed as she felt his cold hand touch her; she swallowed a large lump in her throat as she tried to still the beating of her racing heart. Why did she end up like this again with him? It was not even an hour since their heated moment and she was back with him on top of her, at his mercy.

"Where to place it?" The demon pondered out loud.

"Does it really matter?" He could sense her fear. 'Delicious'

"Yes it does. It will determine the strength of the bond. The more precious the body part…" His hand moved to rest just to the right of her sternum. "The tighter the leash" He pulled open the collar of the gown to expose her right shoulder and upper chest. She blushed at the sudden exposure; thankful he had spared exposing her breast. She watched as he brought his left index finger up to extend the nail into a long black talon that looked very sharp.

He brought the talon down pausing to gauge the witch's reaction. His glowing fuchsia eyes locked with her nervous violet. "Ready?" He didn't bother waiting for her response as he started to drag his sharp talon across her flesh taking his time to carve the mark into her enjoying every grunt and whimper she allowed to escape her tightly clenched lips.

To say it hurt was an understatement. It was far worse than any wound inflicted on her in any of her deaths, or in battle. Was this perhaps something that demons could only do, create this level of pain with just their claws? It felt like he was carving far deeper than just the first layer of skin, no it felt like he was etching this mark directly on her very soul, his claws tainting it, marring it to his desires.

Though it was only a ten or so minutes, it felt like hours to the blonde. Her knuckles were white from how hard she was fisting the sheets, but she had no choice it was either that or bite off her tongue. At first she thought it was her imagination, but the mercilessly slow movements of every stroke and the gleam in his eyes she was now sure that Sebastian was trying to drag out this torture for as long as he could. She tried her best to distract herself from the pain, looking around the room, counting; nothing worked. Every time her eyes would betray her and wander back to the glowing irises that shone in the dark, the candle on the table had long since gone out leaving the room in darkness save for the line of moonlight that fond its way through the crack of the curtains.

The eyes were focused on the engraving, but after some moments they shifted to stare right back at her, and never broke contact for the remainder of the ritual. They frightened her, but they also reminded her of something.

No matter how handsome or human like her looked, he was only wearing a sheep's skin. A skin that hid his true wolf form; a thin film was all that hid the hellish reality of his true form leaving only these eyes as proof of what he truly was; eyes with an unfathomable hunger.

'The eyes of a voracious eater.'

Sebastian pulled his claw away to admire his handiwork. Just under her collarbone she now bear his contract mark, her wanted to be sure that it would scar and give him some time to activate it before she would regenerate so he made certain to carve it in very deep, deep enough to match the pitted skin on his left hand. It was bleeding heavily, pooling in the indentations. Leaning down he took a curious lick.

'Absolutely divine' Her memories of the pain had spilled into her blood giving it a rich savory flavor. He lapped up the rest of the blood hungrily before placing his left hand over the mark aligning it with his own.

"Brace yourself, this is going to hurt just a little bit."

He of course was lying; when he activated the seal he watched her writhe and cry out in pain beneath him. He quickly covered her mouth muffling her as he pressed on burning the flesh, cauterizing it. By the time he was done the blonde was red partially from suffocation and her eyes were puffy from all the tears.

"You lied" She stammered.

"I never lied. But I do suppose to me this would only hurt a little~"

She never got a chance to reply, the pain was too great all she could do was welcome the reprieve that the darkness gave her, her mind clouded by those glowing eyes.

'What…have I done?'

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Sorry for the super long wait (if anyone was waiting for this, which I doubt). I had to re write this chapter several times since I had changed it from the original draft. The first half was largely unchanged; it was the second half that was tricky. I wanted to play with a much darker Sebastian that was a bit more sinister.

The dispute between my beta and I was whether or not Sebastian would take advantage of Allis in this situation so I had written it, but then I felt that it was way too soon for that to happen, and to me, he would drag that out, little by little till it was not 'really' forced, dubcon at best though. Also I feel if you're gonna write about rape, really write about it, don't cop out and turn it into that hentai bullshit that sexualizes it. Write about the trauma, the psychological scaring, the coping, and healing if that even happens at all. So pretty much commit, or don't bother.

And I felt at this point something like that would just trivialize it. We don't know Allis yet (the reader does not) so there is no emotional connection there to make it see poignant. And nothing is worse than rape for the sake of plot.

I also was struggling with how long it would take for Ciel to agree to Allis' deal, I feel if he were given the time to weigh it, he would not have made a contract with Sebastian so hastily, so naturally he would take his time to consider the outcome of such a deal.

But enough writer talk. Did any see the first two episodes of the Book of Circus!? I mean wow, just WOW. The opening and ending themes alone along with the pv's, A-1 sure upped the animation quality by like over 9000!

Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and bear with me. It's a slow build, but the fun part is coming!