A/N: I am sure that at some point I will have some semblence of structure and a publishing schedule... but that time hasn't come yet, apparently.

I have, though, been working on future chapters. And I'm really excited about you guys reading that, and getting to include more of the canon characters! For now though, we are still introducing Eleanora to you guys. So let's focus on that for now :3 I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Three Days Earlier

"That's quite a scandal!" Mey-Rin blushed profusely as she exclaimed this, hands over her cheeks. "Should such a thing be allowed?"

"It isn't. Not before marriage. But, that's quite alright. I am a maiden again."

Nearly wanting to faint, Mey-Rin placed a hand over her chest and sat down on her bed. Both servants were wearing their nightgowns, and were catching up after having only just met. Miss Irene, as she went by, had been given the second bed in Mey-Rin's room for the time being, and she was… the kind of woman Mey-Rin quite honestly could only ever dream of being. Such confidence in her own body, such confidence in herself…

Mey-Rin didn't have that. The only thing she had confidence in were her fighting skills and her sight – well, her capability of seeing far away, that is.

"Now, how would that be possible!?" exclaimed Mey-Rin, beginning to fan herself to get the blush to go away.

Miss Irene chuckled at the maid from the Phantomhive estate. With a longing sigh, the guest maid began braiding her long, raven black hair. "Well, I spent a long time in this church. Eventually, people noticed I was clearly hurting, and they offered me to join them in their after church group sessions. I went every day, and committed to it. Eventually there was this… ritual and now I'm made anew."

"But… aren't there… things that happen when you…" Mey-Rin's blush intensified again as she was unable to continue her sentence. And she started fanning herself even more.

"There are. But in the eyes of God, I am now once more as I should be before marriage."

Mey-Rin had a lot of comments and a lot of questions – and she didn't believe a single thing Miss Irene was saying. But she couldn't deny that she had found the… things Miss Irene had once done with men intriguing and scandalous… And what woman, no matter how innocent, didn't like a bit of dirty gossip?

"You're quite something, Miss Irene."

"Would you like to hear about my second husband?"

"Second? Husband? But Miss Irene you're only 19 how did you even have the time…!"

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Eleanora was sat on the bed, head bowed as she contemplated… everything. All decisions she had ever made. All decisions she was yet to make…

She sighed. When she had taken on these covenants, she had never imagined life would become quite like this. She had imagined it would be a game, and that things would work out. But there had been a variable she had not accounted for.

And now that she had, she could see that her entire plan was about to be turned upside down that very night.

She was unsure of whether she was prepared.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for bed?"

The voice of the butler didn't surprise her in the least. She had felt his presence seep into the room a long time ago, and she had known he was there. "Shouldn't you?"

She turned on the bed and smirked at him. "I'm keeping an eye on you. You are on my land, after all," his voice spoke from the darkness.

Her smirk widened at his words. "And what, pray tell, are you doing to keep an eye on me?" Sebastian appeared sitting on a chair in the corner of her room, his red eyes shining through the semi darkness of the late evening. "Will you watch a lady undress? Will you watch a lady sleep? How improper of you."

Within seconds, Sebastian was right before her. His fangs showed and his eyes were more intensely red. He was on all fours on the bed, breath touching her lips. Yet, she hadn't flinched. She just watched him.

"But you are not a lady, now are you?"

"And what are you implying with those words?"

Sebastian chuckled. "Whatever you wish for it to imply."

Eleanora rolled her eyes. "And here I thought you were interesting. Turns out you're just like all the other men. Sex hungry." She turned her back on him, a dangerous move on her part.

These were his hunting grounds after all. She was intruding. Turning her back on the demon she needed to survive from could mean death to her. Or, at the very least, it could mean she'd get very well harmed. After all, Sebastian didn't have the right tools to kill a demon just like that.

Not that she was aware of anyway.

Both turned their heads to the door when the faint noise of footsteps could be heard.

"Alas… I suppose you will not find out how hungry I am."

Eleanora perked up and turned around to him. "I thought you hated me."

"I keep an eye on you. I distrust you. But that doesn't mean we cannot have fun."

She smirked, seeming more cocky than seductive at this point.

The door opened to her giving Sebastian that very look whilst the butler was still on all fours on the bed, staring at her intensely. Miss Irene and Mey-Rin were in the doorway. Whilst Miss Irene was more impressed than anything, Mey-Rin immediately jumped and turned her back on the two, apologizing profusely for interrupting their moment.

"What is it?" asked Eleanora.

"Mrs Thompson… She's gone into labour."

Eleanora's face dropped along with her heart.

"That's impossible…" she whispered.

Sebastian frowned at those words, taking note of them. Scrambling to get away from the bed, Eleanora lifted her skirts and rushed out of the room, the two maids followed her quickly.

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Present time

Miss Irene's body was sprawled over her bed, arm under her head as though she had been trying to reach out to something in the last second.

Without so much of a blink of an eye, Sebastian moved over to the body, leaning in close to examine her.

"How awful…" whispered Mey-Rin, standing next to Finny with wide eyes, shocked to find Irene dead.

Mr Thompson snarled. He along with everyone but Eleanora and the children were stood inside of the room. For some reason Miss Irene had found it fit to enter one of the guest rooms on the second floor. Perhaps she had been cleaning, or perhaps she had run from someone… either way, she had died on one of the manor's guest beds, which was a place she should not have entered without permission.

She looked at peace though. As if no one had actually murdered her. As though she was just there, arm under her head, sleeping. But Sebastian saw right through it. Although he still felt a little… dizzy and weak from whatever had overcome him just now, Sebastian did not miss the smell that emanated from the corpse. Because it had been the same that he had smelled around the little infant's corpse, and Mrs Thompson's body.

And so, Sebastian turned and nodded his head at Ciel.

"Bard, Mey-Rin, Finny…" Ciel's voice was low, and his gaze was down at the floor. This entire ordeal had been confusing to him. The queen has asked for him to investigate the Thompsons, but that had turned out more difficult than he had imagined the minute they had arrived. On top of that, the governess turned out to be a devil such as Sebastian, and for some reason, people were dying left and right ever since they had arrived at the manor. "Please, escort Mr Thompson and his children to the dining room."

The second Ciel had uttered this request, the three servants understood this was not a request made for servants, but a request made for who they really were. They nodded determinedly, and turned to Mr Thompson. The plump man let out a grunt before letting himself be escorted away, leaving Ciel and Sebastian alone with the corpse.

"Arsenic."

Ciel nodded his head at Sebastian's word, having already assumed it was some type of poison. Though that was not all that was on his mind. What he had witnessed in the dining room was more pressing than the sight of a corpse. Perhaps this spoke more of Ciel's character and nature, rather than his priorities. "Are you alright? What just happened?"

Sebastian stood straight and brushed himself off, keeping his chin up. "I apologize for earlier. That is no way for a butler to behave-"

"But are you alright?"

Sebastian blinked before smiling and nodding his head.

"Then, let's go settle this." He paused though and glanced at his demon again; "He knows what you are."

The butler nodded his head, "It has to do with what just happened, I'm afraid. I do not think he will do anything though. He is aware of Eleanora, after all."

Even if he wasn't fully reassured yet, Ciel nodded his head and turned on his heel. "We should end this now before things get even more dangerous."

"Without Eleanora?"

Ciel didn't show this outwardly, but he was a little bit surprised to hear Sebastian ask about the other demon. Quite honestly, he had gotten the impression that Sebastian wasn't too fond of her. But then again... "Go fetch her then."

Sebastian bowed. "Yes, my lord."

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