A/N:

*SPOILER ALERT*

Okay, to anyone who has read chapter 65 on mangareader. Net, I have to say that I think page 17 is perhaps the creepiest/eeriest page throughout the series.

And who else had fangasms at slightly vunerable!Sebastian? The fact that his face is contorted in pain…makes him seem almost human. It makes me just want to hug him.

Oooooh….dear god, I'm going to have so much fun writing that part…*fangasms again*

On with the show! BTW, the contest info is at the bottom AN...

Ah, and my apologies about not updating until today...but, at least it's still the weekend!

"Hello? I am a servant of the Phantomhive family. Might my masters be there?" Scarface's only reaction was an escalation in his breathing. "Hello? Is something wrong sir?" Rolling over, I saw him shaking, the phone barely staying in his hands.

"Woof!" I rolled back over to look at the seriously disturbed Ciel, who made the sound.

"Coming to save us, right?" I asked just a tiny bit worried that Sebastian may have deemed us too much trouble.

"Understood sir. And of course, my mistress." I could practically see the stupid smirk on his stupid face. "I shall be there to collect you both straight away. Please be patient for just a little longer."

"Well, hurry up. My arms hurt." Hopefully I my voice seemed more annoyed than worried. "And my corset is painstakingly tight."

"Do not fret, my mistress. I shall be there momentarily."

We could all hear the buzzing of the line being cut off, and Ciel rolled over, spitting out some blood that had accumulated in his mouth. He smirked, liking have messed with the mentality of our kidnapper.

It took a minute for Scarface to react, breaking out in a worried sweat.

"Phantomhive's bouncer is on his way!" Heh. Sebastian as a bouncer… "Hold the gates! Don't let a single mouse in! This is an emergency! Don't stand around twiddling your thumbs! Stop him no matter what!"

"Don't let the bastard set one foot in here!"

Hopefully, that damn demon was already on the property instead. Scarface looked down at my place on the floor. "And you, little putanna…" I was jerked up by the belts around my torso. "Do these belts hurt you? Your corset too tight?"

His face was far too close, and I scrunched up my nose in disgust. "Yes, it does hurt a bit. But I think my nose is in more distress from your breath."

His eye twitched, and I noticed the awkward smile that sat on his lips. He was slowly going insane. "Is that so? Then you'll love this."

The taste of tar entered my mouth as he kissed me-rather, raped my mouth, and I gagged a little before actually throwing up onto the floor. I was then forcibly shoved back down, and found Scarface sitting on my back in order to restrain me as he undid the buckles.

"Since your arms hurt, I'll just take this off, along with that corset of yours."

I could feel the buckles come undone before the sound of yelling and gunshots started from outside. Scarface stopped trying to undress me, rather choosing to look out the window, grinning when it became silent again.

"You see that? Your savior is d-" He was cut off as more gunshots sounded, this time from inside. His smugness immediately turned to fear, obviously troubled by the thought that his men had yet to take out the 'Phantomhive bouncer'.

"-Down stairs? Yeah, figured that out. It's going to be a bit more difficult to kill him." I said smirking up at him.

Scarface looked down at me before I felt a stinging bite at my cheek. "Women are to be seen, not heard, troia."

His weight was lifted off me, and I was about to push myself up when I found his foot on my back, preventing me from doing just that.

After about ten minutes of him trembling at all the gunshots and my back aching, all noise stopped.

Well, almost all noise. The clicking of Sebastian's shoes cut through the now silent manor. All gunshots and screaming and ceased, and Scarface was breaking out in a light sheen of sweat, literally vibrating with fear.

The door, in an ever so obviously creepy cliché fashion, creaked open. The hand holding Scarface's gun was trembling, waiting to see the face of his attacker.

"Pardon the intrusion." He gaped as Sebastian casually strolled into the office. "I have come to retrieve my masters." The demon said, bowing

"I am amazed. To think, you took all those men out yourself." He grinned smugly, if not a bit nervous. "Well I'll be damned! I was wondering what sort of big man you were, but you're nothing more than a Romeo swanning around in a swallowtail coat." Ha! Sebastian, a Romeo? That was a good one. "Well, who are you" Scarface was slowly lowering his gun. "An assassin hired by Phantomhive? Or maybe an ex-special forces mercenary? You aren't just a butler, yes?"

"Oh, but I am." Sebastian smiled. "Just a butler, that is."

"Ha! Is that so…?" The gun was completely lowered so it was unintentionally pointing to me on the floor. Great. I was going to be accidently shot when Sebastian scared the crap out of the douche. "In any case, I have no intention of fighting with you, signore butler. I surrender. However-"

His foot came off my back, and I immediately took this chance to jump up, but found his foot meet my gut instead, causing more blood to sputter up out of my mouth. Looking back at him, I saw Ciel being grabbed by his hair in an undoubtfully painful manor, a gun at his head.

"I would have you leave the goods behind." Sebastian stared at him, nonchalant. He had less emotion than whenever Bard blew up the kitchen. "You don't want a hole in your adorable young master's head, now do you?" How could this man threaten a child? Did have no conscience? "If you are a butler as you say, you should know what this situation calls for, yes?"

Our demon savior reached into his pocket, pulling out a little box. It was…the game Chlaus brought! So it wasn't a game…but god…it was sad how long it took me to put two and two together. "I have what you desire…"

The sound of a gunshot went off, and my eyes widened, at first thinking it was Ciel, but quickly realized who it truly was. It was rather obvious, what with all the blood spurting from his head.

The scream left my mouth before I could stop it, and a shower of bullets pelted the demon butler, sending him to the floor in an over kill.

My whole body was shaking from shock, and seeing him yet to move. He was a demon. He shouldn't be able to die over a little human invention called guns! "Se-Sebastian?" I asked cautiously, almost expecting to hear an answer.

"Hahaha! Sorry Romeo, but this game is mine!" I glared at Scarface, wishing he would just die. Angry tears stung my eyes as he continued talking. "And after he went to the trouble of coming to get you two…how sad for you little Phantomhives." His gaze, no longer loosing sanity, turned to me. "Oh ho! Are you upset to see your butler die, little angel? Oooh! Were you being scandalous and having an affair with him?" Scarface let out a large and full laugh. "You see, up against the 'Queen's Watchdog' I had to have a joker in hand." He grabbed a chunk of Ciel's hair, lifting him up. "And once I kill you, all will be perfetto."

No! He can't kill Ciel! "No…"I whispered, finding it difficult to breathe.

"You were in our way from the very beginning, watching us like the police." He jerked Ciel's head up, placing the gun at the underside of his jaw. "I'll get rid of you and conquer Inghilterra our way!"

"But I must say…" The gun slid up towards Ciel's eye patch, pulling it off. "You and your sister are too pretty to dismember, little Phantomhive. I bruised you up a bit, but I should be able to sell you in one piece." Scarface grinned sadistically. "Now now. Don't you be frightened. I will drug you so you don't feel a thing by the time some pervert comes to take you away-"

"Hey." I looked back at Ciel, seeing him unaffected by this all. "Playtimes over." Scarface's eyes widened as he understood who he was talking to. "I can't imagine the floor makes for a comfortable slumber." I looked back at the demon, dead on the floor. "Just how long are you going to feign sleep?"

And the dead butler twitched.

"I-It can't be!" Scarface yelled, jumping up in fear.

A light chuckle came from the demon. "My goodness. The fire arms of today have improved greatly in terms of power, have they not?" Sebastian stood up, and I was too far in shock to reply something snarky. "Those from a hundred years ago do not even compare." He began hacking and coughing something up, when finally I heard clanking come from his hand. Sebastian held out the gloved appendage, the bullets that had formerly been lodged in his body now resting in his palm.

"Allow me to return these."

Scarface, not knowing how to deal with this situation, went about it as he normally would. "What are you waiting for? Kill him!"

Each bullet returned to their owner, wedging themselves somewhere in their bodies.

The formerly dead demon stood up, holding out a tail of his coat, inspecting the damage to his wardrobe. "Alas. What a pity." Sebastian sighed. "My clothes are full of holes."

If he didn't come save us in the next five minutes, I'd make sure there was at least one more from my own shot.

Ciel too seemed annoyed. "That's because you were playing around, you fool."

Grinning, Sebastian licked the blood from his lips, wiping the rest off on his already bloody glove. "I was simply following the masters orders." He seemed to think for a second. "Well, your order to act as a butler, that is."

I rolled over. "Sebastian, come on already, help me up."

"But you are not restrained my mistress."

My eyes narrowed in on the demon. "Sebastian…"

"Besides, Master and Mistress…that really is such a good look for you…just like a caterpillar. It's so hideous and wonderful, all at once." Looking at him, I noticed he was talking to Ciel. As long as he wasn't calling me a bug. "And you Miss Constance, a butterfly with broken wings." Okay, he was going to die later. "It befits beings as small and weak as yourselves. I thought it would be lovely to take in that view a little longer."

As Sebastian got closer, Scarface only got edgier. It made sense though. I myself was a little traumatized at seeing the butler die, then get up like he hadn't been shot through at least ten times.

Sebastian took another step, and Scarface nearly broke. "STOOOOP!" I forced myself onto my knees, wincing at the pain in my abdomen. Yeah, I definitely had a bruise. "Get any closer and I will kill him!"

Lifting my head up, I saw Scarface in a cold sweat, the hand holding the gun at Ciel's head shaking violently.

"Here, my lady." I was lifted up and carried over to a couch, Sebastian setting me on it.

"Hurry it up. My arm hurts."

Sebastian stood back up to full height after cleaning my mouth of blood. "But young master…" His grin was practically emitting waves of dark energy. "You will be killed if I move closer."

Ciel's blue eye narrowed, his other eye hidden behind his hair. I had yet to see what was wrong with it. I knew it was the contract between the two of them, but what it actually was, I didn't know. "Are you going to defy our covenant?"

"I shall do no such thing." Sebastian placed his hand over where his heart should be, like how he does when bowing. "Since that day, I have always been young Masters faithful servant. I shall do whatever young master wishes, in exchange for the sacrifice and pleasure that has been offered."

"What the hell are you talking about, you weirdo?"

I snorted in spite of the situation. The Italian mafia couldn't think of better insults? What about calling me a troia or putanna?

"Now young master…I do believe I taught you how to beg?"

Ciel tossed his hair out of his face, uncovering his eye. I gasped at the glowing purple pentagram, embedded in the blue abyss that was his natural eye color. "I command you. Rescue me!"

A shot went off as Scarface yelled at him. I gasped, thinking for half a second that he had indeed shot and killed Ciel. The gun was even smoking, proof that it was undeniably let off…but Ciel was unharmed.

And Sebastian was standing behind him, bullet in hand.

"Permit me to return this to you." Scarface was shaking. The demon smirked, enjoying the torture he was inflicting. "I shall be taking my master back. If you would please remove that filthy arm from his person?"

Lifting his hand, Sebastian gave a little twirl with his finger, and Scarface's own arm twisted in time. I winced at the sound of cracking bones, twisting in his arm.

As he screamed, Sebastian lifted Ciel into his arms, carrying him like one would a small child. It was cute; despite the situation we were currently in.

"This game wasn't all that interesting either."

Okay. Not as cute anymore, now that Ciel was being sadistic.

Ciel was set down next to me, and Sebastian undid the shackles around his ankles and tearing the leather belt like paper. He then took off my shackles, pulling it apart like aluminum foil. My eyes widened at the motion, and the strength of the demon had hit me full force-it would be so easy to kill me and the other servants…to kill Ciel…I realized Sebastian must have had a lot of patience.

Blinking back into reality, I noticed Scarface having a panic attack. "I…I can't die here like this!" Why not? You had Sebastian die here. Or at least made the attempt. "I will pay you five-no, ten-times your current wages to be my body guard." Oh yes, try to compromise with the guy you aimed to kill naught five minutes earlier. "You can have all the booze and girls you want…so come to my side!"

Sebastian held out the piece of metal from my shackles, dropping it and allowing it to give a thunk, hitting the floor.

"My apologies, Mister Vanel. But I have no interest in man-made rubbish, coin or otherwise. For you see…" Sebastian stood up, and I caught a glimpse of his eyes, glowing and reflecting the flames of hell, before he turned that piercing gaze onto Scarface. "…I am a demon of a butler."

I giggled at the double meaning and Sebastian's play on words. I decided then that Sebastian should become a playwright, with all his puns. Or at least, an author.

Looking at Scarface, I saw his eyes get wider with every step Sebastian took closer.

But Sebastian suddenly stopped, looking at me. "Miss Constance…I need to ask a favor of you." My eyebrows furrowed, but I nodded anyway. "Please close your eyes. I cannot have your view of me be tainted."

I opened my mouth to reply, but found my head tucked in against Ciel's chest, almost like what Maverick would do when I was scared when I watched a scary movie. It shocked me enough not to fight back.

I heard Sebastian chuckle, and I fought the urge to look at him. "So long as the young Master possesses the 'Mark of the Covenant' I am his faithful dog.

"A 'sacrifice'…

"A 'wish'…

"And a 'covenant' binds me to my master."

I could practically sense his sadistic smile as the whole room darkened in my peripheral.

"Until I claim his soul."

The idea caused me to grip Ciel, even though I knew what we would one day become.

"Too bad for you…"Ciel's small chest vibrated as he spoke. "This game is over."

I was sure Azzuro Vanel's screams were going to haunt me.

TCTCTC

Sebastian carried us home since it was too long a distance for us as humans to walk and hopefully arrive to the manor at a decent time. So to make it easier for the demon to carry us, I rode piggyback while Ciel was held bridal style. During our twenty minute walk-which would usually take a coach at least 40 minutes-no one spoke, making it almost eerily quiet. My mind was circling the thought of this man-the one I was cling to like a monkey-could do to cause Scarface to release such horrific screams. And what was so bad I couldn't look at Sebastian? He couldn't have my view of him be tainted? What did that mean? Was it-

My thought was cut off as Sebastian jumped down from the sixty foot tree we were in, having leaped across London. My hands tightened, the fear of falling at this height causing my fingers to dig into his shoulder, my eyes squeezing shut. Behind me, I could feel my skirts flapping in the air as we quickly descended.

I was quite surprised when the demon landed softly. I had expected him to make a crater with the speed we were going.

"Eh Sebastian…" He glanced at me over his shoulder. "Please don't ever do that again if I'm on your back. Or at least warn me first."

The demon chuckled at my unease. "Of course, my mistress."

Ciel, whose thoughts were wandering god knows where, turned his gaze to us, his right eye now covered. "Sebastian. Why are you calling her that?"

The demon glanced at me, and I sighed. "May as well get it over with. Ciel…" I bit my lip, unaware on how to go about explaining it. "You know I have 'little voices' inside my head?" The boy rolled his eyes and nodded. "Well, one of them is a past incarnation of myself. The other is a future incarnation."

"Get on with it."

I glared, choosing to not speed it up just to spite him. "Well, the one actually before me I've never met because she died young."

"Why are you telling me this?" Ciel asked, obviously annoyed.

"Young Master, you have wondered as to why you and Miss Constance look similar." Sebastian said, swooping in to save me. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You have?"

Ciel looked away, not liking having been caught. "I'll admit it has crossed my mind before." So he thought about it often. He looked specifically at Sebastian. "I asked you to look into it, but you never got back to me."

I glared at the boy. "Did you now? Why didn't you just ask me?"

"Would you have known?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. I've known for about a week."

"Then tell me."

I looked down. "I said my previous incarnation died young, right?"

"As did Evangeline Phantomhive."

Ciel looked up at Sebastian so quickly I think I heard his neck pop. "What was that?"

"Evangeline Phantomhive." I said, taking over again. "Born October 28th 1877. Died the same year. Two years after you right?" The one eyed boy nodded.

"Yes, but what makes you so certain that she is you?"

"I've seen a portrait of your parents Ciel. They look just like my mom and dad. You look just like my brother. Everyone gets reincarnated. Whether or not their soul gets eaten, or they get turned into a demon." Ciel blinked at my little speech that I had learnt from Alexia, processing it. "And Sebastian." My mind went to the girl in the journal of his. "I'm fairly certain I am her."

I saw him glance at me before looking straight ahead. "That is the one reason I have not killed you yet for your lack of respect to another's privacy."

Ciel was glancing between us, analyzing what we said. The confusion was evident, and he looked away, annoyed.

"Mister Sebastian! Welcome home!"

My gaze went over to Finny and the other servants. They all deadpanned at our bloody and battered forms.

"Mister Sebastian, what happened to your clothes?" Maylene asked, indirectly expressing her love to the butler. The fact that she would notice Sebastian first…

"Sebastian! Your message was too hard to understand!" …if I used the same logic I used on Maylene…did that mean the cook was in love with the demon too?

"Young master! Miss Tabby! You're hurt!"Finny furrowed his eyebrows. "Hey! I didn't know you guys were out too!"

Ciel sighed. "Tabby tripped and dragged me down with her."

I automatically got on the defense, gaping. "Me? It was you! I just happened to be there!" A hmph sound left me as I hopped off of Sebastian's back, wincing as my abdomen tensed up.

Looking at the two servants, I noticed sparkles began to float around Finny and Maylene.

Ciel sweatdropped, having seen their faces. "What is it?"

"That's like an upsie-daisy!" Finny said innocently, and I had a picture of Ciel and Sebastian playing superman like father and son. The picture made me giggle. "Looks fun!"

A light blush coated the maid as she stared at the men. "Being carried like a princess…how nice…"

The maid was able to escape Ciel's triple decker ice cream scoop, but poor finny wasn't. "There's nothing fun about it whatsoever!" Ciel yelled, maneuvering out of Ciel's arms.

I smirked. "Not only is it both of those, it's also bridal style."

Ciel's infuriated gaze turned to me. "What was that…" His hand was slowly lifting but I raised my hand, holding out my finger.

"You may want to think before you act earl; for you should know by now that I hit back."

"Young master." We both looked over to Sebastian, who was in his kneeled bow. Off to the side, I noticed Bard sporting a triple decker ice cream scoop and then some. I winced, knowing that couldn't feel good.

"Forgive me. As butler to the Phantomhive family, this is an unpardonable disgrace. I do not know how I should atone for this…"

I had no doubt we all had similar thoughts; what the hell was he talking about? He just saved us from the Italian mafia! "Seba-" I started, but he cut me off.

"I have been unable to prepare dinner this evening."

I deadpanned. Was that really what this was about? My eye twitched as Ciel rolled his eyes.

"Sebastian." I said, and he stood up before looking at me.

"Yes, Miss Constance?"

"I have two things to say. One," I lifted my index finger. "I'm not sure how Ciel feels, but I'm not that hungry, and two," My next finger was raised. "If you carry me to my room, I'll forgive you."

Sebastian smiled. "Of course, my Lady."

TCTCTC

I stared in horror at the little girl in front of me. She appeared ten, and while her gaze was directed towards me, she didn't see me. Her eyes, like mine and Ciel were that azure blue; but while mine and Ciel's were piercing-in two different ways, even so-hers were dull and empty. No light caught on them giving her the appearance of a doll.

My body suddenly shrank, and I knew that I was ten again. Once more turning back to the girl, I found it was like looking in the mirror. I raised my hand, wanting to see if it was real. Once my fingers delicately touched the surface of her skin, she shattered. I jerked back in fear, and Ciel appeared where she had been standing.

"You may have been Evangeline Phanotmhive…" He suddenly morphed to become Maverick, and their voices overlapped. "But you are not my sister!"

Black tendrils shot out from underneath him, and I ran. What had once been empty white space was now a hall of mirrors.

My appearance caught my eye in the mirror. While I looked like myself in the rest of them, this one-the one that said Erised-portrayed me as the empty and soulless girl.

Evangeline Phantomhive.

"Control Art Restriction System. Level 0. Released. Order: obtain the soul of Constance Marie Vaughn."

I gasped, hearing my full name come from Sebastian's voice. Looking around, I spotted the tendrils again. Turning to run, I found them surrounding me. I could go nowhere-my only option was to go through the mirror and become Evangeline.

"No!" I yelled, horrified at the idea of becoming her. However, before I could even reach a true conclusion in my mind, I found the tendrils encasing my body, my screams mirroring Scarface's.

The formless entity tightened its hold on my arms, so I thrashed and kicked with my legs. I quickly found the rest of my body restrained, Sebastian's voice coaxing me to calm down.

"Miss Constance…" My eyes widened as I realized the black mass attacking me was the same one that had attacked Scarface. Sebastian…! He was going to kill me! Or worse, eat my soul!

"Miss Constance!"

My eyes opened, and I found Sebastian's face above mine, my biceps pinned to the bed, along with my legs from him straddling me. My breathing was heaving, and my hands were gripping his arms for dear life.

"Se—Seba—Sebastian." I was finally able to breathe out. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at me, but his face was as indifferent as ever.

"Nightmare?" I nodded, my eyes still wide from fear. Sebastian had been the evil entity that was going to eat me, waking up to him hovering over me was certainly not the best wakeup call.

My door suddenly burst open and the four servants stood in their pajamas.

"What happened? We heard screaming!" Bard yelled, before taking in our situation.

"Oh my my…"Maylene held up the neck of her shirt to her nose, staining it with blood.

Tanaka didn't even give his little laugh.

Finny innocently blinked at us. "Mr. Sebastian, why are you on Miss Tabby?"

I turned my head to look at them, and Bard started pushing up his sleeves. Sebastian hopped off onto the other side of the bed and I sat up.

"No Bard!" I jumped off the bed, wiping my eyes as I grabbed his arm. He looked down at me, dumbstruck.

"You like your abusive relationship?"

I tilted my head, blinking as innocently as Finny.

Abusive?

Relationship? Ha! Like Tabby the prude would ever have a relationship with a man that hot.

I furrowed my eyebrows at Karen's statement. What's that suppose to mean? Actually, don't answer, just shut up.

"My abusive relationship? Bard, what are you talking about?" He continued to stare dumbstruck, so Maylene took over.

"Well, um, yes, well, your nightgown was hiked up, Mister Sebastian was over you, and you were screaming and crying ." The maid was still a dark maroon, but her nosebleed had stopped.

As I was putting two and two together, Sebastian chuckled, snapping Bard back, walking to the butler.

"Wha…"My eyes widened as I realized what they thought. "No Bard! It wasn't like that!" I yelled, grabbing his arm, keeping him away from Sebastian.

The cook glared down at me. "You're protecting this bastard?"

I attempted to tug him back, but he stayed sturdy. "No-geh…" I tugged again. "I'm…trying…to protect…you…"I gave one last tug and fell backwards onto my bottom.

Bard's jaw hung in shock at my indirect insult.

"You think I can't take him?"

"Do you know any one that can?" I asked bluntly, causing him to stop and think about that.

"Well, they didn't have dynamite..." Bard mumbled under his breath, before turning to me. "Why are you protecting him anyways?"

I rolled my eyes. "Because he didn't do anything!" They all blinked at me. "I was having a bad dream."

"Well, why was Sebastian on you?" Bard asked, glaring at the demon from the corner of his eye.

"I believe she unconsciously knows martial arts. She nearly got me a good number of times." We all blinked at the demon in horror as he joked. He explained a bit more. "She was flailing everywhere."

I sighed. "Okay, everyone can leave now. Nothing to see. Nothing's going on. I just had a nightmare."

The servants exchanged glances, but each mumbled their own goodnight, leaving the room. I looked at Sebastian expectantly.

"You too." I said, pointing to the door.

The demon gazed down his nose at me. "You've been having nightterrors for the last couple of nights. " My mouth made a little popping sound. "I can hear you toss and turn and whimper in your sleep. I've even smelt your tears before. So, what are your dreams about?"

My eyes looked at everything but him, but I couldn't believe he had suddenly become soft hearted. "Just normal nightmares. It's nothing."

A gloved hand suddenly latched onto my jaw, squeezing my cheeks to make my lips pucker. A small squeak sounded from my deformed mouth.

"Miss Constance. I do not take liars very well. You've been having nightterrors since the kidnapping incident. Now, normally, I would not interfere in such menial things like this, but as your screaming woke up the young Master, I am forced to take action. So, I will ask you again." He brought his face closer to mine, his voice soft with a deadly edge. "What was your dream about?"

"I cont shweek." I butchered past my lips, and he released my jaw. I raised my hand to tenderly rub the red skin.

"I'm not sure what it was about exactly. There was a ten year old Evangeline Phantomhive, Ciel, my brother, mirrors, and-" I cut myself off as I was about to say you.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at my unfinished description. "And?"

"Drowning." I answered on spot, no matter how odd it correlated with everything else in the dream. But in a sense, it did connect. I had been drowning in the black mass that had been Sebastian.

"Drowning?" The demon asked, unbelieving.

I nodded. "Yes. I was drowning. That's why I was flailing and screaming."

"Was there a mirror at the bottom of the lake?"

Okay, where was Bard? He could come and gladly hit him now. "I'm not blonde you know."

"I was not aware that the joke only pertained to people of a certain hair color."

I glared. "In the future it does. And now, there wasn't a lake. There wasn't even water.

"Then how did you drown?"

Dammit! "I just…was. You understand what I mean?"

"No." I deadpanned as Sebastian leaned down to be level with my height. "I can sense you are not telling the whole truth, but are not necessarily lying." I gulped. "But, because you are not lying, I shall let it pass. Now," He stood up and went to my door. "Go to sleep. Try not to scream if you do have a nightmare."

I sat on my bed, until dawn, staring at the door where I saw the black tendrils shooting out from behind him, the inside of my cheek raw from biting it to keep from screaming. It was only when light entered my room that I built up the courage to step onto the floor.

TCTCTC

"You look like crap."

My gaze went up to the cook who also had bags under his eyes, my head never leaving the table.

"You're one to talk. Besides, you know why I look like crap." I said, my eyes landing back on my plate of food. My fork swirled my yolk together with my hashbrowns.

"It was your screaming that woke us up at two thirty in the morning!" Bard yelled, hmphing as he sat down. My eyes once again moved to look at him.

"I know. That's why I made you guys scrambled eggs and hashbrowns."

The servants eyes all lit up and scrambled to the counter where four plates sat, before sitting at the table with me. Tanaka set his smaller plate next to me, giving me a 'ho ho ho' in thanks.

I was still playing with my food when Bard opened the paper.

"Ferro Company, an Italian trading firm." My head shot off the table as if I had been burned, spilling my plate in the process. Maylene helped clean it up as Bard continued. "Someone attacked them and there were loads of casualties?"

Maylene looked up, having heard that last word. "Did something happen in London?"

"Sure sounds like it. The survivors could only say things like 'monster' or 'demon', so they all got sent to the hospital." Well, they weren't wrong.

Finny was shaking in fear. "That's scary! What could it have been?" Maybe our butler?

The cook wacked the paper, as if emphasizing his point. "There were rumors that the Ferro family was doing terrible things to make money." Bard grinned evil and I was waiting for a flashlight to coat his face in shadows. "So his victims grudges became vengeful spirits~!" Maylene and Finny held onto each other in fear. I merely furrowed my eyebrows at the cook.

There were two claps that caused me to jump, and the two terrified servants to attack Bard. I turned around and found Sebastian standing there, his hands together as if he had just clapped, obviously appalled by the scene before him. I glared.

"…what are you all doing."

I rolled my eyes, getting up and putting my plate into the sink. "Being dorks."

Sebastian bent over and picked up the paper before sprouting horns and a devil tail. "If you have the time to fool around, hurry up and get back to work!"

The servants, fearing for their lives, took off and I grabbed their empty plates, placing them into the sink as well. "Really, what was all that fuss about?"

"Well," I started, rinsing the dishes so the food wouldn't crust onto the plates. "If you would read the paper, you'd understand."

"Miss Constance." A gloved hand set itself on mine holding the sponge, and I stiffened, remembering the black entity. "Please, you do not have to degrade yourself to such a menial task. As a Phantomhive, you-"

"No!" I threw down the sponge. "I'm not a Phantomhive! I'm a Vaughn! And I'm tired of mooching off Ciel!" I yelled, getting a good five feet of distance between me and the butler. Realization shown in his eyes.

"That's what your dream was about, was it?"

"I-yes, part of it." I said, figuring it better not to lie.

"But not the part that caused you to scream. It was me that caused the screaming, correct?"

I adverted my eyes, trying not to blush in horror. "What makes you think that?"

"You're on the other side of the room, Miss Constance, if I may be blunt."

My eyes stayed down cast. "And? Maybe I think you're a creepy pervert, Mister Sebastian, if I may be blunt."

The demon chuckled before looking down at the paper. A grin slowly stretched across his face as his eyes went across the words.

"…Well, well…"

A ringing bell chimed, and we looked at the wall. Sebastian tossed the paper onto the table. "Oh dear, what could the young master want now?"

Sebastian glanced at me. "And Miss Constance, if you wish to be of help to the manor, please make breakfast for the servants from now on, as you are the only one other than myself that can make it and have it be edible."

I absentmindly nodded as he opened the door to leave, before halting.

"Oh, and one more thing…" He placed his finger to his lips in a gesture for silence. "Shh."

I'll be the first to admit; I ran and hid under my covers after he left the room.

OKAY! So, how was this chapter? A whole sixteen pages long! *philsburydoughboyimpersnatio n* Woohoo!

kudos if you you caught the ouran and hellsing references.

and please tell me i'm not the only one fangasming about Sebby in chapter sixty five, page 28(on mangareader. net)