"There you are. Finally." Ciel took a sip of his tea as Aurora entered the room.

"Here I am," she muttered. She used the towel she held in her hands to dry her hair as she made her way to the other chair in the room across from her brother. On the table that sat between them was the Ciel's chessboard. Aurora leaned back in her chair as she kept towel drying her hair.

"Where have you been?" Ciel asked. "I told you that I wished to talk right after supper." Behind the small Phantomhive stood Sebastian who had both his arms behind his back as he looked between his master and fellow demon.

"I took a bath," Aurora said, giving her brother a 'really' look as she took the towel away from her head. 'Besides, it technically is after supper, just like you asked, dear Brother."

Ciel rolled his eyes. "Of course."

"Anyway," Aurora's eyes darted down to the chessboard. "Shall we play as we talk?"

Ciel eyed his sister. "Sure. You can go first."

"That's fine with me," Aurora mumbled. She folded up her wet towel and placed it on the floor by her feet. As she reached forward to move one of her pawns two spaces forward, she closed her eyes and released the breath she hadn't known she was holding. "Where shall I start?"

"Preferably from the beginning," Ciel told her. He moved one of his own pawns on the board as he spoke but only one square.

"Of course." Aurora rolled her eyes when her brother wasn't paying attention. "I wouldn't tell it any other way."

Though the smaller of the two Phantomhives did not hear the words that came from the female one, the butler of the two heard. And in response a small smirk appeared on his face which was directed down towards his tiny master.

"Alright then. I guess if I were to start at the beginning then I should begin when James and I first arrived at his home in America," Aurora said thoughtfully. "Let me see…."

"My lady, if I may ask, who is this James?" Sebastian asked.

"Hmm? Oh. That's right. You don't know since you came to Ciel after I was already gone," Aurora said with a frown. She then sighed. "James was my husband."

"Was?" Ciel asked.

The demoness nodded. "Yes. He's dead now."

"How?"

Aurora's eyes flashed pink. "I guess I should get my story started then."

Ciel eyed her carefully. "I think so as well, Sister."

"Your house is wonderful!" Aurora exclaimed with wide eyes. She stared up at the huge manor that stood before them as she gripped her husband's hand tightly. A smile lit up her face while her blue orbs sparkled with glee. "This is your house, James?"

James grinned, wrapping his arms around Aurora's waist. He pecked her cheek multiple times causing the bluenette to giggle since she was extremely ticklish. She playfully swatted at his face as she tried to gently push him away. James chuckled and, in the end, obliged.

"Yes it is my house, as well as yours, Mrs. Thomas." James moved his mouth beside the former Phantomhive's ear and then added. "Would you care to know where our bedroom is?"

Aurora spun in her husband's arms and grabbed his tie, bringing his mouth instead to hers. When both pulled apart, Aurora tilted her head forward and placed her forehead against his own. "Why of course, Mr. Thomas."

James chuckled again and lifted Aurora up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. The two then pressed lips together once more as James slowly made his way into their home.

"That's disgusting!" Ciel exclaimed. In disgust he placed his teacup down loudly onto its matching plate. When he came back up, he crossed his arms and glanced at anywhere but his sister.

"Come now, Ciel," Aurora said with a roll of her eyes. "How old are you again? You and Elizabeth shall be marrying in but a few years." The room obtained an awkward silence as Aurora remembered about the demon butler and the Contract that the two had made. Aurora crossed her arms as well. "Never mind, Brother," she murmured, averting her eyes. "I forgot."

You'll probably never even reach that age.

"Do you care to continue?" Ciel asked quietly. He re-picked up his tea cup and held it in the palms of both of his hands.

Aurora nodded. "I might as well."

"Why hello, James!" A high feminine voice exclaimed as she entered the room where the two newlyweds sat upon the couch, quietly discussing unimportant things. Both heads snapped up towards the door. One pair of blue eyes widened in surprise at the intruder while the brown orbs of the other narrowed ever so slightly before returning to normal.

"Hello, Marie!" James said back. He rose to his feet, shuffled forward, and wrapped the newcomer, Marie, in a tight embrace. Aurora's head tilted to the side a little in puzzlement but she didn't say a word. When James and Marie finally pulled apart, James continued with a wide, dazzling smile. "What a surprise, Marie."

"Yes, well, you know how much I despise writing letters," Marie said. Her eyes locked with Aurora's and the newlywed couldn't help but shudder a little. "Who's this, James?"

James looked back at Aurora and beckoned for her to come forth. Aurora hesitated for a split second before rising to her own feet and silently moving towards her husband and acquaintance. She smiled at Marie as James wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. Marie didn't return the smile but instead gave a frown.

"Marie, this is my wife Aurora," James explained. He then glanced down at Aurora. "Aurora, this is…my friend Lady Marie Tayler."

"Yes." Marie looked back up at James. "His friend."

Aurora quietly eyed Marie. The woman was short, most likely around five foot four. She had shoulder length rich black hair and bright emerald eyes. Her dress was a rich green color as well as the hat on her head, matching her eyes perfectly. She held a small fan in one hand and a light brown purse over the other shoulder. Her complexion was quite pale and Aurora wondered if the woman didn't get enough sunlight or was just very sick.

In the end, the former Phantomhive finally nodded her head. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Marie."

Marie didn't even acknowledge Aurora's polite greeting. "James, may I speak with you alone?"

"About?" James suspiciously asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"You'll see," she smirked at him. Marie then finally turned back to Aurora. "Shoo, shoo."

Aurora rolled her eyes but pulled herself out of her husband's arms. Just before she left the room, she turned to glance once more at the two friends who were arguing to one another in hushed tones. Aurora gave off a sigh and departed the room, silently shutting the door behind her.

A young maid with bright red hair scurried by at that moment with folded clothes in a basket in her hands. Aurora quickly called the woman's name causing her to stop and turn around to face Aurora with an awkward bow. "Yes, my lady?" she asked.

"The woman who was let into this manor, Marie Tayler, what is her relation with my husband?"

The maid's eyes widened slightly and they darted over to look at the room that Aurora had just been in. "I-I'm n-n-not supposed to s-say," she stuttered. "I'll be punished."

Aurora placed a hand on the maid's shoulder, causing her to stiffen. "Rebekah, I promise that no harm will come to you. Now, please tell me who that lady really is to James."

Rebekah gulped and, after a few painful seconds, finally returned her attention to her mistress. "Lady Marie was one of the Lord's past fiancées."

Aurora's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "What happened? Why'd they break off the engagement?"

"Lady Marie found out about the other women that Lord James was seeing and threatened to kill them all unless he disposed of them himself. Lord James instead broke off their engagement and bribed Lady Marie to keep her mouth shut about the other women." Rebekah then suddenly dropped the basket in her hands and threw both of her hands over top of her mouth. "Pardon, Mistress, but I've said too much!"

"No," Aurora quietly said in a soothing voice, one that she used to use a lot on her brother when he was younger. Aurora slowly brought her hands up and pulled the maid's hands down from her face. "Please continue, Rebekah." Aurora then picked up the basket and held it under one arm as her other hooked with the maid's. "You and me shall put these clothes away together," she said as she lightly tugged on the maid's arm to get her to walk side-by-side with her.

"I-I don't w-w-want to b-be p-punished," Rebekah stuttered.

"Nonsense," Aurora said, shaking her head as she did so. "Why would you be punished?"

"Lord James has a horrible addiction to abusing others, mostly women, when angered," she whispered.

Aurora stopped in her tracks causing the other woman to come to a halt as well. Aurora looked over at Rebekah with a surprised look. "James never mentioned that to my family or me," she said.

"He doesn't know," the maid whispered, crumpling to the floor as she did so, dragging Aurora with her. "He goes into a state every time and can never remember anything. That's why most of the maids he hires never make it past four months. I and one other maid are the only ones who have made it longer."

Aurora dropped the basket of folded clothes beside her. "Are you telling me that my husband is cheating on me with other girls and also has a serious mental problem and could possibly hurt, maybe even kill, me at any possible moment?" Rebekah didn't even reply. She just hung her head. Aurora's body slumped even further to the floor. "And what about Miss Tayler?"

"She probably wants to kill you," the maid whispered. "Maybe do worse."

Aurora's body shook and she pressed her forehead against the cold floor. A shudder ran through her body followed a moment later by a loud choked sob as tears spilled down Aurora's eyes and dripped down her face.

"Is that where…?" Ciel began, pointing at his neck where Aurora's scar was.

The demoness nodded and looked up at the ceiling. "Yes. The scar is from James. The maid, Rebekah, was correct about a lot of things when it came to James…whereas I was wrong."

"What do you mean?" Ciel asked puzzled. Aurora sighed and moved her gaze down to the chessboard. She automatically reached out a hand and moved one of her knights forward. "The maid was killed, wasn't she?" Ciel asked in realization.

The female Phantomhive nodded. "Yes. She was. I was wrong. James had her killed for the 'lies' she told me and then had me punished," and she pointed at her scar. "For even believing her in the first place."

"And where does this Marie come into play?" Ciel then asked. Aurora frowned and closed her eyes for a few seconds. The small earl watched her as he moved a rook forward and took out one of his sister's pawns. Ciel looked back up at Aurora after moving his chess piece. He took a small sip of his tea before asking, "Sister?"

"Are you sure you want to know? These memories are some of the hardest to bring up," she murmured at last.

"You don't have to if you do not wish, but I would like to know," he told her in a caring voice. "What did Miss Tayler do to you?"

Aurora's eyes snapped open, flashing bright pink. Ciel flinched back at the ferocity in her gaze. "She's the reason I was turned into a demoness."

"Marie…what a surprise," James said with a feigned smile. He and Aurora sat together at the table with chocolate slices of cake sitting in front of each one. "We were just about to eat. Take a seat if you wish."

"What's the occasion?" Marie asked with a cruel smile. Behind her stood a silent man who was dressed in butler attire. His hair was a dark black and his face wore an expressionless mask. Not that Aurora's was any better. She just wore a broken look as she stared down into her cake.

"It's my darling wife's birthday," James explained. He then pointed his fork at the butler. "And he is…?"

Marie smiled and flipped some of her black hair over her shoulder. "This is my butler Alvis. He actually has a present from myself for you and your darling wife."

Aurora blinked and slowly looked up from her cake as Alvis stepped forward and slowly reached into the cuffs of his jacket. When his hands came back out, he held silver utensils which he then proceeded to fling in James's direction. James barely had time to react before the utensils lodged themselves in his forehead and instantly killed him. Aurora stared with widened eyes and scrambled out of her chair and to her feet.

Marie looked up from James's body and pointed at her. "She's next. You know what to do, Alvis. Bring her to me when you're done."

"Yes, my lady." Alvis gave a bow in his mistress's direction before turning to face Aurora. His eyes flashed pink causing a gasp to escape Aurora's mouth. Without even thinking, she instantly turned on her heel and ran from the room. The butler waited for a few seconds before running right after her at inhuman speed.

Not even a minute into the chase, Marie's butler caught up with Aurora. He grabbed her from behind by wrapping his arms around her waist and then proceeding to lift her up into the air as if she weighed nothing. He slowly turned her around to face him and stared straight into her blue eyes. Aurora had no choice but to stare back into his bright pink slits.

"What are you going to do with me?" she quietly asked him.

"Exactly what my mistress asked of me," he explained as he moved his face closer to her own. Aurora's eyes instinctively clenched shut as she waited for her death.

Death did not come to her however.

Instead Aurora felt immense pain coming from her backside and when she re-opened her eyes she realized that the two of them were in the same exact position as before except this time they were on the floor. The butler with the glowing eyes was on top of course. Aurora gulped as she watched Alvis bring one of his hands up to his face and pull off his white glove using nothing but his teeth. As the glove drifted to the floor, she spotted a strange star-like symbol on the back of his hand. The butler then moved his mouth back down to his hand and bit it, causing blood to pool out of the two wounds that appeared.

Aurora started to move her head every which way as Alvis slowly lowered his hand to her lips and then forced it straight into her mouth. The young Phantomhive gagged as his blood slowly began to fill her mouth and tried to push him away from her body. Of course he didn't move though so Aurora then tried a different approach. She bit his hand. Hard. As her teeth gouged deep in the butler's hand, Aurora looked up and met his pink eyes. She instantly released his hand when she noticed that he hadn't even flinched from the pain, but instead was giving her a cruel smile. The Phantomhive's movements soon slowed somewhat as even more of Alvis's blood began to flood her mouth and drip down her throat.

This process went on for several long minutes until the butler finally decided to pull his hand out. His other hand pulled away from Aurora and the young girl's body automatically dropped to the floor since there was no support to hold her up. Marie's butler stood to his feet and wiped off the blood on his hand before bending back over to pick Aurora up bridal style. Alvis then spun on his heel and took the Phantomhive back to his mistress.

Aurora felt horrible. She felt sore and every muscle in her body felt as if it were on fire. Her eyes closed of their own accord as six little words escaped her lips in a whisper. "What did you do to me?"

"What my mistress ordered me to do."

"That would be?"

"I made you exactly like me." Aurora's eyes snapped back open and she stared at Alvis with a look of confusion, in hopes that he would elaborate more.

The two entered the room that Marie was still in. She was sitting in the chair that Aurora had been earlier as she finished the young girl's chocolate cake. Aurora stared hungrily her way but for some reason she had a strange feeling that it wasn't the cake that she was hungry for.

Alvis chuckled, something that actually sounded a little scary coming from him. "No, no. She is mine." Aurora gave the butler another look of confusion as the two of them continued over to his mistress. Alvis placed the Phantomhive down upon the table and then went down on one knee with a hand over his heart. "It is done, my lady. She is, and forever will be, a demon."

Somehow Aurora was able to force herself into a sitting position. "A demon?" she asked with wide eyes. "T-there's no s-such things."

Alvis glanced over his shoulder at her as he rose to his feet. Instead of pink, his eyes were now a dark blood red. "Watch then."

"What?"

"Take my soul, Alvis. Just like I promised," Marie said, waving her hand in a bored way as she stood to her feet.

"And the girl?" Alvis asked.

"Do with her what you wish."

Aurora's eyes widened. They were acting like she was nothing but an item instead of the human being she was. Though Alvis said she was now a demon….

"As you wish, my lady."

Aurora quickly closed her eyes and pressed her hands tightly against her ears. She didn't hear anything at first, but the young girl was afraid of the sight that she may see when she finally did open her eyes. Seconds passed and yet the Phantomhive heard nothing. Instead she only felt something wet touch her cheek which then caused her to jump back from the source.

Aurora's eyes finally opened after the wet contact and she glanced over at Alvis who was staring at her with an eyebrow raised and his hands behind his back. Her hand automatically touched her cheek and felt the wet substance that was there. She pulled her hand away and inspected it before her eyes, which widened instead at the sight of her newly painted black nails.

"You smell lovely by the way," Alvis told her. His eyes had returned back to pink as he stared at her. Slowly he inched his way towards her.

"I…I what?" she whispered. Her tongue slowly slid over her teeth causing a gasp to escape her lips when she felt her two canine teeth were even longer and sharper than before.

"Lovely. Your blood is delicious." Aurora's eyes snapped back up to Alvis's just before he jumped at her and tackled her body to the table. His nostrils flared as he took in her scent and his eyes closed in ecstasy. He had her hands pinned down to the table as he moved his face closer towards hers and licked her dry cheek. Aurora shivered at the touch. "Maybe just a taste will cease my curiosity…." Alvis pulled away from her face and this time lifted Aurora's hand to his mouth. Without even any warning, he bit her hand causing immense pain to invade Aurora's body, followed a second later by the feeling of him sucking on her hand. Her eyes repeatedly flashed pink at the strange feeling.

Alvis finally pulled away from her hand and stared down at Aurora who was breathing heavily. Seeing though that Alvis was done with her though, Aurora quickly shoved at his body with her free hand and tried to free her other hand and legs. Aurora's pink eyes narrowed dangerously up at him when she couldn't get him to even budge a muscle.

Alvis smirked slightly and lowered his mouth beside her ear. "I'll be back one day for you, my dear Phantomhive," and then in a flash he was gone.

Aurora slowly inhaled and then exhaled. She rose back up into a sitting position and swung her legs over the table. With an inward groan, she bit he lip and jumped to the floor, almost falling over as she did so. Aurora hurriedly gripped the side of the table with both of her hands as she balanced herself on her two wobbly legs. It took what felt like hours for her legs to get feeling back in them, but when they were better, Aurora released the table and slowly took a step forward. And then another. She kept walking forward until she spotted Marie's body just lying dead on the floor.

Aurora stumbled over to the dead woman and knelt down onto one knee. She reached out two of her black nailed fingers and gently placed them against the woman's throat over her pulse. Aurora wasn't sure why but she just wanted to check to make sure Marie was definitely dead. The Phantomhive stayed quiet for a few minutes until she gave up and pulled her hand away. There was absolutely no pulse. The body was cold. Marie's eyes were glazed over.

There was no doubt about it. Marie was dead.

"And there you have it," Aurora quietly finished. Her body was turned slightly and she had her feet hanging over the chair in a comfortable position. "The story behind the Phantomhive demoness."

Ciel leaned back in his chair and watched his sister. He crossed one leg over the other and tapped his fingers against the armrest in thought. "So you're saying that this woman made a contract with a demon just so she could kill your husband and turn you into a demoness?"

"Crazy, right? The things people are willing to give their souls up for." Aurora rubbed her temples with a sigh. "And now I have a demon after me as well who seems to have obtained some sort of obsession for me based on the smell and taste of my blood. Disgusting. Anyway, Ciel, now it's your turn. I wish to hear what happened to you while I was away."

"You haven't even explained though what happened to you after you were turned by that demon butler," Ciel pointed out.

Aurora shrugged. "It's not important what happened afterwards. It's all boring."

"And for why you now refuse to wear dresses?"

"Later, Brother dearest."

Ciel sighed. "Fine. Mine's not much to tell though."

"Just tell me whatever you can," she told him with a reassuring smile.

Her brother nodded as Aurora then went and moved one of her pawns forward. The younger of the two siblings finished his tea before placing it down upon the table. "The day of my tenth birthday was the day that our manor burned down and our parents plus Sebastian died."

"Poor Sebastian. He was a wonderful dog," Aurora interrupted. "Maybe one of these days we can get another."

Ciel rolled his eyes. "Maybe. Anyway, as the manor was burning, I ran into Tanaka who was then attacked from behind as he tried to get me to flee the manor. Said person then grabbed me and took me away from this place. A little bit later he put me up for sale where I was then sold to a man who was part of a cult that wanted to summon a demon. I was…branded as soon as I got there and then for days I was beaten and forced to watch as the cult took other children, who they had bought as well, be sacrificed in order to summon their precious demon. After being there for at least a month, I was the only child left there. The members of the cult took me up, placed me on their pedestal, and stabbed me in the chest."

"They stabbed you?" Aurora asked shocked. "How are you still alive today?"

Ciel shrugged and averted his eyes. "I'm not exactly sure. But after they stabbed me, I was tossed back in the cage I had been in earlier where I guess I accidently summoned Sebastian. That's when we made the Contract with one another."

"What did you ask Sebastian in exchange for your soul?" Aurora quietly asked. The room grew silent as Ciel finally returned his attention back over to his sister.

"In exchange for my soul, Sebastian is to assist me in finding the people responsible for all that has happened to me as well as helping me get my revenge on them. After the Contract had been made between us, I received this mark on my eye and ordered Sebastian to kill all the cult members there as well as the building that we were in."

Sebastian smirked. "And with that order, our Contract became official and I have been his loyal butler since."

Anything in italics between the asterisks and in italics is of course a flashback, which you've probably already figured out. I thought that it would be cooler to actually go into the past and show you what happened to Aurora instead of having to listen to her tell her brother and Sebastian.

Any questions feel free to ask! I promise I don't bite. :)

Also, the name of this chapter is actually suppose to be The Story Behind the Phantomhive Demoness. Unfortunately it wouldn't all fit so I had to shorten it down somehow.