A/N: So this chapter is to clear up some confusion, along with the wonderfulness of moving along with the story. Sebby, Take it away~

Sebastian: Yes, My Lady. Uxintaa doesn't own Kuroshitsuji. She only owns the Carlette Family. This story is an AU. She tries to be original. Was that to your satisfaction, Lady Uxintaa?

Me: Yup. You're dismissed, and one last note: I had writer's block with this chapter, as such it is longer(I was also taking forever to type it too...), but still enjoy~!

Cursed Muse

The rising sun brought a new day, along with the prospect of answers. Calirre opened her eyes to Sebastian looking out of the window in her room. She brought her hand up to her face, noticing an odd twitch to it. She looked at the palm, and saw nothing, but to her slight amusement, and bewilderment, when she flipped her hand over, she had black fingernails, with a fausian seal on the back of her palm. She shook her hand, and it vanished. She thought to herself for a moment.

What was that? Is it part of the curse that mama told me about? She had put a family history project together, and her mother told her about the curse on accident. She looked at the cieling. Her lips peirced into a thin line. What will become of me?

"Good morning." She looked back at the window, and to her amusement, Sebastian was looking at her reflection in the window. She smiled, but turned back to the cieling. His hand brushed back hair, and his hair style changed. She took at look him again. Disgust, with slight horror crossed her face. She looked away, and felt anger cross the pit of her stomach. Calirre closed her eyes, crossed her arms, She could feel his golden eyes rake her form, her eyes burned for a moment, and she opened her eyes to glare at him.

"Get out." She felt her eyes burn more, and he stepped back in surprise. "Get. Out." There was a tell-tale hiss in her voice, and he left, but not before his finger touched her cheek, and her teeth breaking skin.

"Before I go, my little mate, I'm Claude Faustus." He vanished after that, her eyes narrowed. She heard that she was going to be released anyways. She hoped that she didn't have to encounter him again.

The door opened and the doctor came to give her father her discharge papers, but she shook her head. The room had been empty of thing for what seemed an eternity. Her father came in after a moment, and signed the discharge papers, apologizing over and over. She tilted her head when he shot her a look of venomence. She recoiled, and her fingers curled into her claws. Her lips parted to reveal teeth sharper that normal humans.

She was dressed in a velvet dress, and taken to the place her mother died, but it no longer felt like home. Calirre pulled open the door to men looking at her with hunger. She had thinned, and slight curves were showing. She simply walked past them, and into her room. The room held one lone male, but she only packed her things. A gloved hand appeared in her perphial vision, but she ignored it. The notes of her least favorite person in the world crawled through the room, and into her ears. She hissed at him. "My, my, such an un-happy cat." She turned, and came face to face with- Sebastian?

"What do you want?" She narrowed her eyes at him. He smiled as if she had asked the stupidest question, and he was being kind enough as to not laugh at her. She rolled her eyes and went back to packing. His arms wrapped around her.

"Explain to me: How can you hear my song?" She simply shrugged. His fingers tightened around her waist, as thats where they were. "I think there is more to you than what meets the eye, my little mate." She pulled herself out of his grasp, and looked at him again. She was wrong... it was Claude.

"Even if I knew, you'd be last person I'd tell." She stepped away from him. "Now, get out of my room." Calirre felt his anger, but heard his song fade as her door closed. Another one approached, and her door be knocked on. She turned towards just in time to see the real Sebastian come in. "What?"

His hand raised to touch his lips, or to pull off his gloves, but he thought better of it. She stood there, and watched him through wary eyes, but went back to packing after a moment. Her mind wandered, and was pulled out of them when Sebastian spoke, over a book. "This book, what languege is it in?"

She stopped packing for a moment, and pulled the book out of his hands. "English. As are all the books in my room." She opened it, and read the first page, to herself.

~oOo~

'My dear sweet child, do not fear the fate cast on you.

I shall watch from the places I can not tell you of,

but be wary. Demons are coming my little muse. ~Grailave Carlette'

'This book is spelled to be destroyed when the muse sings

the song of the Mate, lover, she has chosen after

reading this book.'

'Opening this book means a Demon has found it, or the past muse

has passed away. If both close the book until

your 16th birthday, for fear of death.'

~oOo~ POV Change ~oOo~

I closed the book instantly. "No no no... This can not be!" Sebastian tried to touch my arm, but I used the book to slap his hand away. I shook my head, as if it could clear the bad memory. His hand touched me, and a fire burned through me, as did his song. "NO!" I pushed him away, and the book fell open. I rushed to shut it, before my death.

"What has shaken you?" Sebastian held his hand out for mine, but I just shook my head, standing on my own. "Tell me, as I can't read the book you so closely gaurd." I shook my head once more.

"This book is not meant for you eyes, demon." I pulled a ribbon around it, and tied it shut. "It's not meant for mine yet since you found it after my mother's death." I picked up a music box, and twisted the key, the song that came out belong to Sebastian. "Oh no..." I shut the box, and sat on my bed. As it turns out, that was for the last time.

"Calirre, are you packed?" My father opened the door. "Oh? You two already met? Then this makes it easier. Calirre, you're moving to the Phantomhive Estate. This is the butler, Sebastian Michales, and he will be escorting you there. Pack light, and take only what you need. You can take five books, all of the music books, the cello, and the music box your mother had crafted with that creepy song." I stepped back. I packed clothes for a few weeks, the music box, and the ribbon-wrapped book. I picked up my mother's journals, which there were 4, and I packed them. The cello sat, waiting in the corner of the room. I picked it strings called to me. My father opened the door. "What are you waiting for, grab it, and the books and leave." I turned, a sick smile twisting my face.

"May I play this for you one last time, before I leave, with it?" He nodded. "Then gather everyone, as this will be my parting gift to you." I watched as he gathered everyone's attention, as I tuned the strings. Once the guests had gathered, I played a warm up. Then, I turned my head to Sebastian, and nodded, his eyes widened. The tune shifted it became his song, my 'father' paled, immeadiatly trying to come over to me, but I glared at him. The tune was played in E-minor usually. Instead, I played it in A-major. People started to back away, as a smile tugged at the edges of my lips.

"That is enough, Miss Calirre. We have a set time to be arriving, and it would be rather rude to keep the Earl waiting." I pulled the bow, and drawed out the note I was on. I obeyed reluctantly, putting the Cello away, grabbing my bags, the music books, and out the door, taking my safe keys with me. I looked back, as the door was closing, mouthing the words 'I'm coming back for my safe.'

"How long will it take to reach, the Estate that I will be guest to?" Sebastian looked at me surprised. He opened the door to a mustang, and set my things in the trunk. I sat in the back seat, but he shook his head and pointed me to the passanger seat. "Why?"

"It is easier to see you, and protect you, if you sit there." I shrugged, and moved to that seat. I buckled in, and relaxed for the journey. The car didn't even start. I opened my eyes to see my father smirking down at us. I arched my eyebrow, and waved, the keys around my thumb. His anger clear. "Why are you waving at him, with a look of pride, and evil?" I shrugged.

"Because I have something that he doesn't." I fingered the locket, which I had put on when I was discharged. "We should go on foot if he has something that's preventing the mustang from working." I stretched and felt a burning on my left hip. I winced, and pulled up my shirt to see of I could see it. Though it was to no avail. I couldn't see it. Sebastian looked at me as I straightened out my shirt.

"I don't think walking will be nessisary, the young master came himself." I turned in my seat, to see the driveway blocked by a 18 year old male in a mustang, dressed in a blue. I hummed lightly. "Well then, shall we meet him?" He opened the door for me, and I stood.

"Sebastian, what is the meaning for there being a little girl in the front seat, and you being late?" I curtised, engaging the rules of curtise.

"Part of the reason of him running behind would be my fault. I was not informed that I was being handed over to your care until today." The earl looked at her, his eyes looking at her with interest. "As for the reason, I'm 10, fate is being fickle, and desided it was time for me to be pushed out." He opened his mouth to speak, but the smile I had warned him not to say anything yet. "I'm also without a caring family member, who died recently, as in on my birthday." The smile turned sad as the first of many tears started to fall. "So basically, I was shoved off into you care until such a time society deems fit to let me stand on my own two feet, and I can claim my things once more."

"Then lets get you settled in your room at my manor, and talk more over tea." He reached out to pat my head, but I stopped his hand. Shaking my head, murmuring that I've already started the mourning process, and that trying to make me feel better would hinder it, and make me pull out of it earlier. "Let's go." I took to the back seat. Sebastian took the seat next to me, until I protested harshly.

"You think she will survive through her mourning?" She glared at the Earl, but said nothing.

"That is for her to decide, but I'm sure fate will try to be fickle, as she said." Sebastian spoke, thoughts crossing his face as he looked at me in the reflection of the rear veiw mirror. "She seems stronger that we might think, or it's a front."

"I would very much like for you two to not talk about me right now." I was looking out the window, watching the town of London pass by. They both looked back at her. "What is it a problem I pay attention to things about me? No, I don't care, but I like to listen to what people say about me if I can hear them."

"Oh? Pre tell. Who would talk about you? You're just a little girl." I smiled, and looked at Sebastian, a 'you're so in a hole' way. "You wouldn't..."

"Don't need to. Music gets pretty loud in smaller spaces, yes?" His eyes widened as I spoke. "Two different songs I hear, which means Earl's secret is already found out by me." Sebastian paled, which he was already pale. I couldn't help but smile more. The car pulled over in front of the long drive.

"Get out, you'll be walking from here." I got out and started walking down the drive, and was attacked by Pluto, as he was later introduced. I petted his head.

"Silly dog. I need to walk to the manor, and you attack. You're a silly pup." He had been getting ready to breathe fire, but stopped at the sound my voice. He sniffed me, then ran off, howling happily. "What you won't accompany me while I walk?" I giggled as he came back pushing a cart with his nose. I felt a glare from the shadows, and turned to see the Earl in the trees. I started walking, and petted Pluto on the nose as I passed him.

When the manor came into sight, Pluto picked me up, and carried me on his nose. I felt something hit me, and the world became blurry, pain shooting down my spine. I fell off of Pluto, almost hitting the gound. I was in the arms of Sebastian. He carted me off inside, and put me into the room I was going to be using while I was there.

The room was reds, with hints of silvers and black. The bed was queen sized, and full of pillows. The cello rested beside the wardrobe, and her next outfit was set, along with a corset. The fireplace was pure black, and lit, keeping the room warm, but not hot.