There's not suppose to be thunderstorms in southern California in the middle of (July). If I wanted 80 percent humidity, i'd go to Alabama during the summer.

So, fanfiction is totally fucking with my head. It says I have 353 reviews, and I'm like, yay, another review. I click it.

There are now 14 reviews left by guests, including tuwas1, that I had never seen, most of them from chapters 25 and 24, all dates before the 11th when I got them.

Also, next to the pages for reviews, the number of reviews is usually right there next to the pages.

Except it said 380, not 353.

So, I'm really sorry if I haven't answered any questions you had if you were a guest, as I have only just now seen them.

God, fanfiction likes to mess with me.

Oh, and about undertaker calling tabby Lady Earl- I know it's not right, but it just seems like something he would do.

And for those unaware, vanilla is a term for someone who fluctuates between being seme/uke, along with referring to someone who is both a sadist and a masochist.

Anyways, go read part 2 of Tabby's birthday.

After my bath, I was pulling on a tank top so Sebastian could put the corset on me whenever he came to help me get dressed.

Tying my bloomers, my door was thrown open, and a blonde she-demon plowed into me.

"Wah! Lizzie!" I groaned from my place on the bed she knocked me onto. "As lovely as it is to see you, what are you doing here?"

The blonde pulled back, blinking at me. "Ciel told me it was your birthday, so of course I had to come!"

I frowned slightly. "How'd Ciel know it was my birthday? Only Se-" I stopped myself, deadpanning. Of course Sebastian would have told Ciel about my birthday, if just to mess with me.

Sighing, I decided I'd have to ask the demon why he relayed that information to my brother.

"So Ciel-"

"Miss Constance?" I looked over to Sebastian, who stood in the door way, a large pile of cloth in his arms. "Ah, Lady Elizabeth? May I ask what brings you to Miss Constance's room?"

She smiled, not at all phased from Sebastian's slightly malicious aura. "I was just saying happy birthday to Tabby."

Sebastian gave a shit eating grin. "I must ask you to leave so may prepare her."

Elizabeth nodded, immune to the demon. "Of cour..." She trailed off, looking at the dress, reaching out to touch the black satin. "Where did you get that dress?"

My eyes were wide as I attempted to think of an excuse; though I couldn't understand why on earth Sebastian would have me wear that dress; especially since I had talked with Lizzie so Ciel could escape; of course she would recognize the dress I had worn at the Viscounts ball.

"Lady Veronica gave this as a gift to Miss Constance as she claimed she never wore the same dress twice."

Lizzie's eyes lit up. "Oh, how lovely of her! Though, I think Tabby would look better in the dress Veronica's little sister was wearing..."

I had a sudden flash of me wearing Ciel's personal nightmare...

Pink was not my color.

"Oh? Why do you say that, Miss Elizabeth?"

Furrowing my eyebrows, I glanced at Sebastian. He wasn't senile, right? It was obviously because Ciel's dress was pink and this one-

"Oh, of course you wouldn't understand!" Lizzie gave a girly bell like laugh. "You weren't at the ball! I'm sorry for confusing you." I blinked as she smiled. That's right. We weren't at the ball...Veronica and Selena were. "Her sister's dress looked the same as hers, but was pink instead."

Another flash of me wearing the dress currently hanging in Ciel's closet caused me to shiver. "Oh, I don't think I look that great in pink."

She waved me off. "Nonsense! Everyone looks good in pink!" Was that her philosophy? If so, she really needed to fix it.

I awkwardly smiled. "But no one looks as good as you."

Apparently I rubbed her the right way, and a bright smile lit her face. "Oh, thank you Tabby! I'll let you get dressed now. See you down stairs!"

Watching as she left the room, I turned to the demon. "Why is she here? Who else is here?"

Sebastian smirked. "She is here for your birthday."

"What about my second question?"

"A small handful of guests are here. A few more shall be arriving as well." He answered, highly amused. I glared.

"And when did you tell Ciel about my birthday?"

He chuckled, setting my dress down. "The young master happened to mention your birthday in passing. He was curious as to why eight months had gone by without your acknowledgement of it."

Mmm, I suppose that made some sense. "And so you took it upon yourself to tell him?"

"I did." He smirked down at me. "Quite a lot of questions you have, Miss Constance."

I furrowed my eyebrows, waving off that last bit. "I like twenty questions." Back to my main topic. "What did you say when he asked how you knew?"

Sebastian chuckled. "You know the young master's personality well. I told him that you had told me."

"But..." Had the demon actually lied? "I never told you."

Apparently, this amused him. "As I said, Alexia's birthday was October 28th. She is still you. As such, I have not lied."

Sly and sneaky demon. "So you and Ciel have been planning something?"

"We have. Now," He smiled innocently. "Shall we get you dressed, my mistress?"

TCTCTC

Once I was begrudgingly stuffed back into the dress and properly dressed-heels included- I walked out of my room. My hair was eloquently tied up in a side ponytail/bun combination, a hat identical to the one Ciel had worn at the Viscount's ball, save for the differentiating colors.

"Miss Constance, that sour face of yours is not becoming of a woman celebrating her seventeenth birthday."

My 'sour' expression didn't change in the slightest. "Shut it."

"You were not nearly so upset while in the dress."

I gave him a sideways glance before continuing down the hall. "There are two things I hate-side ponytails and hats. You just combined them on my head."

Earning a chuckle from Sebastian, we came upon Ciel a few feet away from the foyer steps. Stopping, I listened to all the people mulling about. "How many people did you invite?"

"The smallest amount that was acceptable and would not be questioned." Ciel answered, bored.

I glared at the one eyed boy. "Why would anyone question the amount of guests at my party?"

Ciel sighed. "While you would normally have a coming of age part at thirteen," I balked. "As this is your first birthday with us, we shall use it as your entrance to high society."

My eye twitched. "Who all did you invite, Ciel?"

He waved me off. "You'll see. After I introduce you, Sebastian will escort you down the stairs."

Watching Ciel leave, I turned to Sebastian. "I'm not going to be getting any marriage proposals, am I?"

"I cannot make any guarantees. However, it is in your best interest to turn them down."

I raised an eyebrow. "My best interest? Wouldn't it be them you kill?"

Sebastian chuckled, humored by the morbid idea. "That is correct." He stuck his arm out, and I stared at it. "Come, it is time to officially introduce you to both the surface and underworld."

Slipping my arm into his elbow-keeping a 'proper' amount of distance between us- he led me into the foyer. As soon as they caught sight of my dress, the crowd began clapping.

Horrified, I kept my chin tucked in, carefully glancing around the room. There had to be at least fifty people! Did there really need to be that many?

"Hold your head high, my mistress."

Swallowing and biting my tongue, I lifted my head some. Where was Alexia when you needed her?

As if hearing my call, I could feel the conscious slide back into my head. Whats wrong?

Oh, now she returned. Not when I wanted to question her. Can we do the whole, you possess my body to act like a high class woman and I do the talking? Just so I can get down the stairs, and whenever I have to dance.

Whats going on? Is ciel throwing a party?

My introduction to society.

Oh dear. I could almost see her shaking her head. Yes, of course we can.

My body fell out my hands and into Alexia's, and I felt myself hold my head up higher; walk with more dignity.

"Introducing, Constance Phantomhive."

Horrified, the clapping began again. However, the feeling of being unable to hide, even though I desperately wanted to, gave me quite the head trip, and my embarrassment was put to the side.

Please calm down. I can't control the blush on your face.

Forcing to get some type of grip on my blush, I finally arrived on the main floor, more than happy that the worst was over.

Once again however, I was barreled into.

"Tabby! You're so cute!" Did Lizzie really need to slam into me again? Behind her, I could see a man who looked excessively like my cousin Jacob. The blonde caught me glancing at him and she smiled.

"Tabby, this is my brother Edward."

I snorted, covering my mouth and looking away. No effing way! My cousin Jacob was previously named Edward...

My Twilight-hating cousin would die of shame if I told him. Lizzie's future incarnation however, would love that, being the twitard she is.

God, I was going to have so much fun telling him.

"Neh? What's wrong Tabby?" I looked turned back to the two blondes, smiling.

"Nothing, I was just reminded of something humorous."

Edward looked down at me, studying my form. "I only caught a few glimpses of her, but you and Lady Veronica look quite similar."

I paled slightly; he was at the Viscount's ball too? Why hadn't we seen him?

However, despite the slight panic I felt, a smile lit my face. "I shall take that as a compliment. Veronica was quite pretty when she came by."

"Ooh, look at all the cake!"

Following Lizzie's line of vision, I once again found myself balking. When had Sebastian found the time to make all that?

There were three towering cakes, each obvious to their flavor-strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla. Along with that, there was a chocolate sculpture of a raven, along with a series of chocolate cherry blossoms littering the table.

Lizzie shot of like a bottle rocket, headed straight for the strawberry cake. Next to me, I felt Edward's gaze.

"There is no Lady Veronica, is there?"

My eyes widened, and I was actually happy for the hat; it kept my surprise hidden, and was able to fix the slip.

"What do you mean?" I snickered, "Edward?" Oh, my cousin would never live that down.

"I mean," I frowned as he glared down at me. "Is that you are Lady Veronica. I know the names of all the nobles, and there is no young woman named Veronica. There is Lady Veronica Demische, but she is only slightly younger than her majesty."

Ah, so there was no way I could really get out of this, was there? I could always fake ignorance.

"I seriously don't know what you're talking about." I answered, glancing up at him. "Maybe she's not actually a noble? I don't know what to tell you."

"You can say you are her."

Sighing in mock annoyance-though, I really was annoyed- I crossed my arms and turned towards the tall blond. "I can say that-however, it would be a lie." No it wouldn't. "And I don't really like to lie." Second lie of the night.

He smirked. "Have you met her?"

I rolled my eyes. "Obviously; she did give me the dress."

"Describe her."

My eye twitched. "Black hair. Tall. Slim. Had the most gorgeous teal eyes I've ever seen." Hey, if I was describing me, I might as well be beautiful.

His smirk faltered a bit. "Teal? I thought they were blue?"

"There was some, but I thought the green stood out more." My back straightened. "Speaking of which, I have turquoise hair. How could I have been her, when her hair was completely black?"

Edward frowned, not at all happy having been slightly stumped. "A wig?"

I snorted. Though, he wasn't far off. "Like all my hair is going to fit in a wig."

Apparently, I had won, convincing him that I was my own person and not 'Veronica'. As he excused himself, a sly smirk eased it's way onto my face.

"Quite a mischievous look you have there."

Said smile vanished, replaced with innocence ignorance. "What mischievous look?"

A smile lit the man's face, and I instantly recognized the sandy blond hair and dancing green eyes.

"Earl Burton!" I hadn't been expecting to see him. "What a pleasant surprise."

It took all my will power not to hug him as I would in my time. It felt awkward just standing there while he kissed my hand.

"Please Tabby, I thought I asked you to call me Andrue." He smiled widely. "I see you are doing well?"

I nodded. "I am." He glanced down at my stomach, and a sigh of relief escaped him. Squinting, I pursed my lips in annoyance. "I'm going to murder that demon..." I muttered, highly annoyed.

"What was that?"

Smiling brightly, I patted his shoulder. "Nothing. It's just my butler had given everyone the impression that I was pregnant, though I most certainly am not."

Andrue gave a nervous chuckle, embarrassed as well. "Indeed he did. Though, I did not doubt you when you said you weren't. A few kids however, have asked if you've had your baby yet."

I groaned, face palming. "Oh yes, I had forgotten about how my 'baby' gave me cooties."

A full out laugh came from the Earl, and glancing at him, he shook his head, regaining his breath. "A few of the girls have asked if the cooties have gone away."

Blushing furiously, I again face palmed. "Oh dear Lord. I shall never live this down."

This caused him to chuckle, but I felt a very serious air around him. "Tabby, are you being courted?"

Inside my head, I could hear Alexia laughing up a storm. Hey, calm down. You're Alexia, not Karen.

Even you cannot deny the humor in that; we both knew he was going to bring that up.

Well, she wasn't wrong.

"In a way, I suppose I am." The look on his face made me think of a kicked puppy. "Our relationship is rather awkward. I've known him for almost a year, however, apparently he has known me for longer.

"Ah, like watching from a far?" Well, at least he had the courtesy to keep talking to me.

"I suppose you could say it like that. But, he has also loved me for longer than I have him." After all, he had implied he knew me multiple times, and mated me at least once. "Then there are also times where I absolutely hate him and never wish to see him again." Like earlier today.

"It sounds like a very complicated relationship."

I sighed. That was an understatement. "You've no idea."

"But, I suppose he makes you happy."

A gentle smile curved on my lips, and I glanced at the demon, acting as proper butler.

No doubt listening to this conversation.

"Indeed." I decided to tack on an afterthought. "When he's not being insufferable and forces me to imagine castrating him."

A large smirk settled on Sebastian's face as I spoke, and I rolled my eyes. Andrue gave an awkward laugh, no doubt thinking of how painful that must be. "You've quite the imagination, Tabby."

I gave a shit-eating grin Sebastian would have been proud of. "I know. He's one of the few people that doesn't fear it."

My face must have scared the ever-loving shit out of Andrue, because his smile wavered slightly. "Yes, well, I will allow you to mingle and not monopolize your time..." He nervously glanced back at me as he walked away.

"It seems Earl Burton has given up his attempts to woo you."

Slowly, I felt my face shift into a frown, turning to look at this demon. "So it's you who scared him off." And I had been quite proud too, damnit.

Sebastian chuckled, sensing my agitation. "I believe it may have been a combination of our smiling, radiant faces."

I snorted, turning and covering my nose and mouth as I held in the laugh. "Oh dear god, never say something like that again." The image of Sebastian and I both emitting a smile that reflected death of the individual receiving it caused me to giggle. "No wonder Andrue was scared shitless."

"Miss Constance." I glanced at Sebastian, seeing he had a slice of vanilla cake. "Cake?"

Eyeing the demon, I reached out to take the plate off his hands. "How do you know my favorite flavor is vanilla?"

He smiled brightly, and I felt a shiver go down my spine. "You like me, don't you?"

A horrible blush coated my face; he was making a crack at the times I called him vanilla!

Sebastian chuckled, and I realized he was teasing me to get the red blush in my cheeks. Narrowing my eyes, I wacked him in the arm. "Douche bag."

Still humored at my reaction, he cut off a piece, stabbing it with the fork. "Say ah, my mistress." He wasn't serious.

When he held out the bite, I realized he was.

Flushing, I decided to play along. Closing my mouth around the utensil, I slid the bite off on the most seductive way possible. I could feel some frosting in the corner of my mouth, and I wiped it away with my middle finger, which I lightly sucked on. Giving my head a gentle tilt, I looked at him through my lashes as I pulled my finger away, a small pop sounding.

"Its good."

Around us, I could see a variety of expressions. Some balked, some paled, some had blood dribble out their nose.

Sebastian, despite being the most unaffected, appeared to have short circuited for a moment before his eyes darkened, a smirk easing onto his face.

"Anything to please my mistress."

I held out my hand, waiting for the cake. "Now that I know I like it, I can feed myself."

Once receiving the cake from his hands, I turned on my heel, walking off. This seemed to bring everyone back to their senses, and the hum of people talking started again, albeit louder than before.

It was difficult to find what I was looking for, his height being 5'1", but I finally found Earl Phantomhive.

He looked petrified.

"What's wrong Ciel?" I asked innocently, putting another bite in my mouth. He stared at me, horrorstruck. "What is it?"

"Y-you..." I noticed a small eye twitch. "What the bloody hell was that?"

I raised an eyebrow at the boys small outburst. "What? I just did it to get a reaction."

That didn't seem to appease Ciel. "Reaction?"

Nodding, I got another bite. "Yeah; you know how funny it is when you get an honest to god expression out of Sebastian."

Ciel's anger faltered slightly, knowing full and well that it was funny to get an expression from the demon. "Still, did it have to go about that way?"

I patted his head, which he glared at. "If I did it the same way every time, he'd get used to it. Gotta keep him on his toes."

He sighed, irritation still laced in. "Go mingle. I have some business to take care off.

Horrified, I watched as he walked off out of the room. "Wait! You're just gonna feed me to the sharks?"

Turning back to me, I saw an eerie smile laying on his face. "What better way to teach you than throwing you in head first?"

Ciel left the room, and I paled slightly, turning to look at the conversing crowd. Why did he have to invite so many people?

"Why does Lady Earl look like a corpse?"

I nearly jumped ten feet in the air, spinning my head so fast it caused a crick, and a warm feeling spread through the back of my skull.

"Undertaker?" I asked, rubbing the back of my head as the warm feeling began to dull. "What are you doing here?"

The white haired man giggled. "Why, I was invited for your birthday, of course."

My eyebrow twitched. Somehow, I didn't really believe him. "Mmmhmm. Did you try the cake?"

That caused another fit of giggles. "No, I have not." More snickers. "Perhaps I should try the vanilla, after the scene you made."

A small blush rested on my cheeks, but I didn't let that effect my glare. "Undertaker, I know you're not one to go to birthday parties."

His smile widened, and I had the overwhelming urge to step back. "I like the cakes."

And he left. Just like that. I watched as he walked over to the cakes, stabbing a whole piece with a fork and stuffing it in his mouth. I recoiled, in slight awe and disgust.

"I wonder why Earl Phantomhive invited someone like him here."

I halted, looking up at the man who spoke; upon scanning him, I decided I didn't know him, and classified him as a dick.

"He is a family friend. Why shouldn't he be here?" I glared up at the man. "Between the two of you, I think you're the one who shouldn't be here."

This earned me a chuckle, and I took my time to analyze him. Dark brown hair, light brown eyes. Plain. Older, but out of range of my fetish: 29 was my limit, and he appeared to be well into his thirties. Looked a bit like a dickwad with the way he carried himself, like he was better than everyone.

"I am Baron Mindle."

Despite not really wanting to talk to him-let alone touch-I held out my hand which he kissed. "Constance Phantomhive."

The baron smiled, sickly sweet. "It's a pleasure, my lady. Constance, I must-"

I held up my hand, and he stopped speaking. "Please do not refer to me in such familiar terms, Baron."

The barely concealed contempt shown in his eyes, and I could tell that what I'd said had angered him. But nonetheless, he smiled. "Then, Countess, may I say you'd make a lovely Baroness?"

Once again, I found myself thankful for the hat, hiding my eye spasms. Where was Sebastian when you needed him?

"No, you may not." Apparently I floored him, because he stared with his mouth agape. "Do excuse me."

I set out on my trek to find a certain demon, however, even standing on the first few stairs, I couldn't see his black head.

Huffing, I once again cut through the crowd, headed towards the patios. A few people tried to speak with me, but I held up my hand, signaling to them that I was busy.

Instead of going to the main patio, I headed towards the reclusive one that no one seemed to notice. If dynamic duo of Ciel and Sebastian were anywhere, it'd probably be there.

Stepping into the night air, I frowned. They weren't out here; and despite Ciel's hate for social events, he wouldn't just leave me stranded.

"Countess." My back straightened slightly. That was the baron. Cautiously, I turned to look at him, and he smiled softly, but it was nothing even akin to gentle. "You should know, after hearing that there was a female Phantomhive, I decided then and there that you would be my wife." I paled slightly. "Not only would she be beautiful beyond measure-" Quite the compliment I got there. "But I would have something hanging over the guard dog's neck."

Ah, so that was his plan. I raised an eyebrow, a lightly amused.

"Is that so? You'll be highly disappointed then to find out that won't go according to plan." After all, he didn't hesitate to have Jack the Ripper, his Aunt, killed. I tilted my head. "What did you do to earn the queen's guard dog on your trail?"

The Baron laughed. "I merely abducted a few children and sold them." My eyes widened, and he smirked. "What they did with them was up to the buyers, but many seemed keen to the idea of sex slave."

I felt nauseous; how could anyone do that? "No wonder-the queen must be heartbroken."

He waved it off. "See, and if I have you, I could always threaten such things to you, and get off scott-free."

A sneer eased onto my face. "Well, see, there's a kink in your plans. I'm not going to be your wife."

Apparently, he had planned for said kink.

"I never said you had to be willing."

He pushed me against the railing, lifting a piece of cloth and covering my nose and mouth. Expecting that, I held my breath, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Have you built up an immunity to chloroform?" When I didn't answer, he smirked. Slowly, I could feel my face turn red from lack of oxygen. "Or perhaps you're good at holding your breath?"

I struggled in his grasp but after another ten seconds, I couldn't hold my breath any longer, and took a large gasp of the sweetly rotten nauseous gas. Immediately my vision turned blurry and a ringing in my ears started. In front of me, I saw the gloved hands land on the baron's head, snapping it to the side; not standing a chance, he crumpled to the ground, a red eyed demon standing behind him. I had one question for the blasted demon though.

Why the hell hadn't he shown up sooner? Despite that however, I was extremely glad to see him.

"Sebas..." The muscles in my jaw wouldn't work anymore, along with the rest of my body, and I tumbled sideways, landing softly against Sebastian's chest.

If I couldn't feel myself going out of consciousness, I would have blushed.

TCTCTC

I woke up to a wet cloth being placed on my forehead. Bleary eyed, I turned my head, causing it to fall off. A sigh followed, and I recognized the black nails.

"Why are your gloves off?" I asked, vaguely coming to my senses.

The wet cloth once again rested on my forehead. "I removed them to get an accurate temperature."

Sebastian's face came into focus, and I frowned, though I was highly amused. Was he serious?

"You put on your glasses?" How dorky. "Do you have to dress up when you play doctor?"

He gave a gentle smile, and I frowned again. That couldn't be good. Pushing myself up, he pressed me back down, the strap of my dress sliding further down my arm.

"Miss Constance, I must ask you to stay lying down."

Groaning, I thumped my head on the pillow. "Come on, the least you could do was get me out of this dress."

"My apologies, Miss Constance, but I had to treat you right away."

I furrowed my eyebrows which felt awkward under the cloth. "Why's that?"

"You inhaled more chloroform than which you should have." Sebastian answered, removing his glasses. "There is a fine line between fainting and killing, one you danced on quite daringly."

My eyes were wide as I stared at him. "You mean I almost died?"

"Indeed. Had I not shown up when I did, you would in fact have perished." a slight glower settled on his face. "It was obvious that Baron Mindle did not dabble in personally abducting people."

I rolled over, turning my back to him, cloth falling with a small plop. "...did you worry?"

My voice was so small I was surprised I even got a chuckle in reply. "Indeed I did. Never before had I watched you on the brink of death. You're death has never been longer than two seconds, and it is only afterwards that I feel anything." he chuckled again, and I felt him begin to undo my ponytail.

"It was an entirely new experience for me that I never plan to go through again."

A very small smile found its way onto my face. Despite being a sadistic demon, he had once been human.

Or maybe I was just rubbing off on him.

"One hell of a birthday." I commented, earning a chuckle.

"Quite. I doubt it can be topped."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah right. If I get an actual present next year, it'll be topped."

Sebastian stood up, extending his hand towards me. Glancing over my shoulder, I stared.

"What?"

"You wish to get dressed for bed, correct?"

Oh. I allowed him to help me up, but before I could even set my feet on the ground, he pulled me up and held my around my waist with one arm, toes barely brushing the carpet.

His other hand held the back of my neck and brought my mouth to his.

As he kissed me-and while I wasn't a beginner in that art, I certainly wasn't an expert like a certain demon-I realized he'd yet to comment and make some witty and embarrassing comment on that.

Wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer, I decided I'd keep that thought to myself.

End a/n

I'm sorry for Sebastian being a bit ooc, but we do need him to grow a bit. Like, compared to when she was abducted with ciel, it shows he was considerably more worried. While he's not going to be saying 'i love you' to Tabby anytime soon, (and possibly not at all), he still needs to grow emotionally. (because let's face it-if we had sebastian stay in character the entire time, then tabby would be thrown to the side-and that wouldn't make much for a Sebastian/oc fic.)

also, i've added some linearts you can color of Sebastian and Tabby on my deviantart.(just google evilvampireducky and you'll find my page)

There are also some more pictures in the link on my profile for tabby drawn by other people (it's at the top)