"Ouch, you're stabbing me!"

"Be still, woman, and maybe I won't stab you!"

Nina Hopkins adjusted her spectacles frustratedly and slid a pin between two pieces of fabrics that wrapped around Gabriel's legs tightly in layers. Once pinning the fabrics together, she took a large skirt and tied it around. She took a few steps back before letting out an exhasperated sigh.

"It's no good! The colours and the shape re all wrong!" She cried. She'd tried ball gowns with large back bustles, tiered a-lines, bateau straps, plunge, trailed skirt, Everything. Gabriel sighed. Her feet hurt from standing on the platform for hours. The crazy tailoress hadn't let her have a single moment to sit down. Nina's scissors clattered onto the wooden floor horendously as she threw them with clenched teeth.

A knock made Nina turn to the door with eyes full of hatred.

"What!"

Sebastian gave the woman a delighful smile as he wheeled in afternoon tea.

"Having a spot of trouble, are we?"

Nina gave him a bored look, folding her arms stubbornly. She didn't like the Phantomhive butler at all. She wasn't fond of older men. She mainly liked to work with women and younger boys. Old men like Mr. Stiff were boring through her eyes. Sebastian's eyes roamed over Gabriel's form. The skirt was unflattering on the small girl. Unlike a lot of women, her hips were thinner. She was a deity designed accordingly to never having to experience childbirth. So it made sense that her hips were such a small size. Dresses that her governess picked for her were often chosen without considering her form. Women of that day and age were meant to be plump but hour glass shaped with a full buttocks and small chest.

Red eyes roamed up and down her figure. The white haired girl did have quite an exemplary breasts, Sebastian had to admit. They weren't too big, like society wanted them to be. But they weren't too small. Her rear from what he'd seen under her clothes and when he'd watched her dancing was pretty average. It was fairly small but firm.

He held his chin between his thumb and fore finger. Nina was going about this the wrong way.

"May I suggest something tighter and more..." His eyes trailed to her feet. "Hm... silkier? Also, try flowing the bottom out so it make her figure look too stiff."

Nina turned to him with angry eyes.

"Coming from you, Mr. Stiff! What would you know about fashion, you can barely dress yourself!" He spat, but she had to admit, he was right. Now she saw it in her head, ideas began to subtly burst through. She saw Gabriel seductively draped aganst the banister in a tight, red Dress. Her platinum blonde hair sunched in a curled bun on the side of her head, stray waves hanging around her heart shaped face. She saw her leg peeking through the slit in the red silk, heels red and passionate. Gabriel's plump, pomade coated lips puckering to her and her eyelids coated in white, pearl powder, bringing out the darkness of her eyes. She shook her head and pointed to the door.

"Get out! We have work to do!"

Sebastian bowed and exited the room with one last glance at Gabriel. His eyes narrowed. He still burned with anger for her. Red flashed to vermillion in a split second.

Gabriel bit the pillow as tears rolled down her cheeks. Sharp cracks of leather struck through the room She could feel the blood spraying from her backside onto the white sheets and turning cold. The hot, stinging whelps on her rear burned and ached and felt everything inbetween. Every lash of the whip drove her crazy. She wanted to scream if not for the pillow tied to her face with thick rope. Every crack of the whip had her driving her hips into the bed, as if to subconciously try to escape from the pain.

"Are,"

CRACK

"You ready,"

CRACK

"To tell the truth."

Gabriel sobbed as Sebastian panted. It had been about three days since the Phantomhive butler began tormenting her randomly, whether it be sexually or just purely viciously and it was beginning to drive Gabriel to the brink of madness. She felt like Sebastian was going slightly insane also.

She muffled out words but they ignored and instantly replied with another lash.

Gabriel's eyes looked down, an angry sadness filling them. Her whole rear still ached when she walked. Nina was oblivious to what had happened, being told by Sebasian Gabriel had taken a nasty fall and to avoid her backside as it was still healing. The white hared girl's fists clenched. She hated him so much. She couldn't wait for the ball where she could finally be free from him.

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Michael sat on the bed, deep in thought. He and 'George' were situated in a high class inn, eagerly awaiting the day of the ball. The room was a large one, with a double, four pillar bed. The furniture was deep mahogany with a sheen and the overall colours focused on the richer, red of the colour spectrum. Michael's hard eyes were focused on the vanity mirror. It looked so much like the one he'd seen in the room in which Gabriel was ensnared.

"Angel, stop worrying. You can get her back or whatever tomorrow."

Michael's intense gaze snapped to the demon who hung up his jacket and top hat on the coat stand.

"What would you know about worrying; you're a demon."

The demon rubbed the back of his neck in a massage and sighed contently.

"Exactly. And look how well off I am," He gave Michael a cheeky smirk and approached him, making the angel recoil. "If you want..." The demon knelt down infront of the angel, grinning up at him. "I can help you forget for a few hours?"

The angel's eyes turned to a glare as he brought his hand in a block, sending the demon flying across the room with intense power. The angel stood.

"Don't speak of such revolting acts to me." He snapped, folding his arms.

"The sooner tomorrow comes and I can be rid of you, the happier I will be."

The demon cocked his head.

"Ouch. That one hurt a little." He sarcastically rolled his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, anyway. I haven't fed in days, that's all."

The angel's masculine jaw line clenched. He absolutely hated demons. The sooner the next day came, the better. His eyes narrowed. He'd noticed something odd in Gabriel's eyes though when he'd seen her. It wasn't just the fact that her eyes were those sad black pools of misery, but he'd seen something in there. Something she was trying to hide in those coal black eyes of hers.

The demon coughed which brough him back to reality.

"Well, I'm going out for the night. Don't wait up for me. Oh, what am I saying. Of course you won't." He laughed and walked out the door. Michael noticed he must have changed his clothes somehow. He hadn't even noticed. He shook his head. The angel was certinly out of it that evening. He laid back on the bed, the white cloth of his robes pooling around him. He just wanted things back to the way they used to be.

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Sebastian calmly but irritably made his made down the dark streets of London. The girl had gone missing from her room and taken a considrable amount of coin with her. She'd left the house nearly half an hour before and he'd just started to walk, following her distinct scent.

With long strides, he followed it all the way to the east end. He heard the yellings of drunkards and cackling of women of the night in dark alleys. The sound of vomiting became apparent and the streets smelled horrid; of sin and poor life choices.

He'd stopped to ask a few drunks if they'd seen her, but they just gave him looks as if he was a mad man before snorting.

"There be no ladies here, sir. Only scoundrels and whores alike. But if you do find her, send 'er my way!"

Sebastian growled. The girl was becoming more trouble than she was worth. Her scent was becoming more and more faded but stoppd completely when he passed by a noisy pub. The sound of laughter and music filled his ears and just out of pure curiosity, he strode in, the heavy pub door swinging heavily behind him.

He didn't even have to look around to spot the girl.

An Irish folk band played a joyous song in the corner, stamping their feet to the beat, laughing along with the strange girl dressed like a boy who swigged a bottle of gin on the table and bobbed up and down to the music, whores and men clapping at her and cheering. Her cap was close to falling from her drunken head as a charmingly bubbly man boldly jumped up with her and began swinging her around, a hand on her waist and another holding her hand. They stammered about like idiots and she laughed, revealing her pearl-like teeth.

Instead of interupting, Sebastian took a seat in a nearby chair. He couldn't take his red eyes off of her; off of how happy and care free she seemed.

"She's a sight for sore eyes, ain't she." A gritty, cockney voice spoke across from him. He didn;t even bother looking at the old bachelor.

"How long has she been here for?" He knew the answer but he felt entranced by her. By the way she swung her slack covered hips and stomped her boots to the fiddle, harmonica and accordian.

"Er, I don't know, sir. She stumbled in a while ago and gave everyone a fright with her chosen attire, there." He bubbled out a raspy laugh. "Certainly got the young lads' attention though. And some o' the sapphists over there." Sebastian followed his old gaze to a group of women huddled in the corner, no doubt also prostitutes, who sat on mens laps and watched Gabriel with wanting eyes and gossiping to one another about her.

Although he felt a jealousy deep within his stomach from all of this attention other people were giving her, he felt a stirr in his loins.

"We 'ad her figured for a Tom but the way she dances with them lads makes us think otherwise." He began to light up a pipe with a match and puffed it a few times.

Sebastian did nothing to stop Gabriel's merry ways but simply watched her instead. He watched her being alive. It intrigued him in a way that he'd never been intrigued before. Maybe it was because he was so used to feeling her misery and hatred for him. He'd forgotten she had the capability of smiling, the capability of being happy. And for a moment, he didn't want to cause her misery. He just wanted to observe her, study her. See what she was like when he wasn't in her life. He forgot about everything that had happened between them as he saw that beautiful, happy girl that danced on the table with the man that he would have murdered without a second thought if it had been any other time. But for now, his cold, dead heart was ensnared by that girl.

Maybe if they had met under different circumstances, he could have been the man dancing with her on that table. The man that the jealous other man envied from the table in the corner who sat, talking with a low life who figured her for anything but a beautiful person.

But alas, they lived as opposites and were forever to hate oneanother. She would go on hating him like a demon she would never be and he would be smitten with her from afar like an angel he loathed so dearly.

Sebastian's eyes stared blankly at Gabriel who took another swig of her gin and slumped into the arms of the man.

"Go on, lad! Take her back with ye! Lord knows you deserve it!"

Numerous people cheered for him and he simply blushed and supported her.

Sebastian did nothing to stop him as the boy guided a very drunk Gabriel out of the pub. He just stared at where she had been, dancing like she hadn't a care in the world. With these... normal, wonderfully jolly people. He shook his head. What was happening to him?

"Are ya alright, son?"

Sebastian didn't answer but stood, handing the man a five pound note and bowing.

"Thank you for your time and information, sir. Your words were greatly appreciated."

As he was walking out, the man stood, still in awe at the massive amount of money he'd just been given.

"Say, who the hell are you?"

Sebastian turned, a frown on his face.

"I am simply and forever going to be... One hell of a butler."

And with that, he went. The man just stood there, confused out of his mind. But hey, he wasn't complaining. He could buy a knew pipe with that money. He chuckled greedily. And maybe one of them posh hats.

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Hey guys! Sorry, but Sebastian didn't know he was going on a feels trip for this chapter. Let me know what you guys thought of the knew and improved feely Phantomhive butler. I'm thinking another two chapters before I wrap this story up. Please R&R, I haven't got a review in sooooo long. Thank you all for reading and I'll update as soon as possible.