HAHAHAHAHA sooo peepz chappy numero 4. Y guyz pumped.

Peepz-NOOOO UR Chappyz r to short!

Me-I sry school has been a bish

Peepz- bish?

Me- YES BISH!

Peepz- ur chapz r still short

Me- well A. now im on spring break now so longer chapters!:)

Peepz- FINALLY!

Me- Y u so mean to me imaginary peepz? Why?

Ehem so with that little rant explaining stuff of stuffness

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Lucy P.O.V

To say that my head hurt was a major understatement. I brought up my right hand to gently rub my temple, but it was caught half way there. My eyes snapped open and I yelped. Once I realized that it was just Sebastian I became very very very annoyed with him and hissed. I blushed realizing what I had just done. He stared owlishly back at me.

" You just hissed at me," he stated.

Was that a blush on his face?... Oh that's right I'm talking to Mr. Cat Fetish. Sooo, I had two options move on orrrrrr milk it for all its worth.. Latter 4SHO!

"Tell me, Sebastian," I purred, " do like cats?"

The blush grew.

" Oh I see, Sebastian has thing for, meow, kitty cats," I purred.

My inner self was yelling as me to stop being so stupid, but this was just too fun.

"Does Sebastian want to play with my retractable claws?"

Wow Sebastian was hot when he was speechless. I raked my fingernails against his hand that still held my arm.

" Unfortunately Sebby, darling, I do not have retractable claws; fore I am not a cat, so please remove you hand from my arm."

He seemed to pop out of his daze and glared back at me. He was probably pissed that I knew of his one true weakness; cats.

"Where am I," I questioned, while I began to look around the room I was in.

It was a fair size and had royal purple walls. There was a black dresser in one corner next to a door which I assumed lead to the bathroom and a love seat facing a window. Large light violet curtains hung around its frame. The bed that I was laying in seemed to be a king size and had four large posts. Black lace curtains hung around the posts. The comforter was also dark purple and the pillows were black.

"This most certainly is not the servants courters," I stated dumbly.

I waited for a response. And waited and waited and waited.

Finally, he sighed and said from his place by my bed, "No, it is not. This is where you will be staying from now on. Both you an Alina have been given the office title of adviser, as such your courters are better. How did you know about the angel?"

I frowned I'd been hoping that he'd forget, but of course he wouldn't. He's Sebastian after all.

"She brought me here…. us here… away from our home," I whispered.

"Human are far to sentimental," he grumbled.

"And demons are far to sadistic," I grumbled back.

" You really are going to be quite troublesome…"

"I'm sorry… I mean not to be a burden, but I do mean to survive an I will try to help… I promise that when I cook I won't blow up the kitchen. You are rather sadistic, though." I hope the joke would lighten the mood.

"Tsk, you know far too much for your own good."

I sweat dropped… Ever-serious Sebastian.

"Get dressed, and when you're done, my young master would like to speak with you."

Sebastian stood and pointed over to the dresser.

"I got you some civil clothing, so that you don't look quite so much like a whore," he said nonchalantly.

"At least I don't have a giant stick up my ass like you!"

"Goodbye mistress."

"I'm not your mistress till you sleep with me!"

"We'll have to change that then, won't we?"

He left the room.

Did he really just say that….Nah, I must just be extra cray cray today. I jumped out of bed and ran to the dresser. Upon opening it I found that Sebastian had indeed filled the dresser with 'civil' clothing. There was nothing as grand as something Elizabeth would have, but it was better than what I'd expected. I sweat dropped again and noted that they wear all dresses. Alina was going to through a fit.

Sighing, I grabbed a dark green dress. It was satin and chiffon. The sleeves wear long and tight, as was the body except for some of the front where started at the end of the breast the olive green chiffon started to flow out into a narrow pyramid causing a nice color contrast between the dark emerald green and olive. It fell to the floor and had a neckline that ended an inch or two under my collarbone. After testing to make sure that it fit, I took it back off and went into the bath room. I took a quick bath, brushed my messy, sandy blonde hair, and put the weird bra like girdle thingy on. Which was completely annoying, by the way. I then put the dress back on. Finally I grabbed a pair of black, ankle high healed boots, laced them up, and exited the safety of my room to seek out Ciel.