Three Days Ealier

Sebastian smiled as he watched Earl Thompson and Mrs Thompson enter their quarters. The lady continued to gush and thank Sebastian, making sure the butler promised he would relay her thanks to Earl Phantomhive as well.

Whilst Mr Thompson remained in their quarters, Mrs Thompson joined Eleanor and the children towards the little nursery. Four little beds were lined up in there, along with an abundance of the newest Phantomhive toys for them to play with. Immediately, the children rushed over to the toys, beginning to already lay things out to create a make-believe world.

"Quite the imagination… Children are extraordinary." Eleanora and Mrs Thompson remained by the doorway, and Sebastian only bowed his head in response to Mrs Thompson's words.

The demon didn't really care.

Eleanora smiled, and mimicked Sebastian's movement, the two watching the lady stare at the children in awe. She had blonde locks cascading down over her shoulders all the way down to her waist – undefined at the moment because of her protruding belly on which she at all times seemed to rest a gentle and protective hand, and she was beautiful.

What was such a beautiful and kind woman doing with Mr Thompson?

The oldest daughter, able to be no older than eight, suddenly jumped up and began rushing over. However, her shoe caught the end of a carpet and she fell face first. Sebastian noted Eleanora tensing, her oddly coloured eyes flashing, and he suddenly tensed.

That… had not been human eyes. Though he remained quiet about it.

"Oh… Are you quite alright?" asked Mrs Thompson, worry spreading over her face.

The girl, Rose, stood up and began crying at her invisible wounds, rushing over to the adults. Mrs Thompson crouched down with her arms held out, but the little girl ran straight past the lady and into Eleanora's arms.

"Hush baby girl…" hummed Eleanora, wrapping the girl up in her arms and pressing gentle kisses to her blonde hair. "Everything is alright. You're not hurt." Sebastian glanced between the governess and the child, and the lady standing there with a saddened look on her face.

Everything was of importance to lord Phantomhive's investigation, and no doubt Ciel would ask for details when Sebastian returned to his young master. So her made sure to take in every little detail.

Leaning back, Eleanora looked Rose in the eyes, grasping her hands tightly. "A strong woman, that is what you are. A little fall is not the end of the world."

"It isn't," agreed Rose through her sobs, sticking her chin out and straightening her spine. She looked down at herself and nodded. "No boo-boos."

Eleanora smiled. "Indeed. Now go play again."

As though nothing had happened, Rose perked up and smiled again, rushing back over to her siblings.

"If it is all to your liking, I shall leave you to it. Dinner will be ready at six. I will come fetch you." Sebastian placed his hand on his chest and bowed low before stepping out of the nursery.

He had a report to make to his master.

Though before he could even make it down the hallway, his ears picked up on something. He turned just in time to catch Eleanora's wrist. Though that didn't mean she had not had enough time to grasp the front of his suit and push him into an empty room. His back thudded against a wall, and Eleanora snapped her fingers, the door closing and locking behind them.

"What are you…" she whispered.

Her lips, painted pink were inches away from Sebastian's. She leaned in further to gently sniff him. Her breath touched his skin as she trailed down his neck towards his shoulder.

"You are not human…"

"My, my…" smirked Sebastian. "Is this any way to treat one of your own kind?"

Tensing, her purple eyes snapped up to meet his red ones. He saw that flash again, and he knew now from the proximity, her smell, her feeling, and her words that his earlier deduction had been correct.

The governess of the Thompson family was a devil.

And a young and inexperienced one at that. Her surprise at hearing Sebastian's words made her drop her guard for a second. And immediately, the beast grasped her wrists and twirled the two around. Now, Eleanora was up against the wall. She noted her strength from earlier had created a dent in the wall, a shape of Sebastian's body.

Wrists pinned up above her head, Eleanora stared up into the now, red, burning eyes of Sebastian – someone she had believed to be a butler at first.

How foolish of her.

"Demon…" she breathed.

She couldn't help her brow furrowing slightly at Sebastian leaning in, closer and closer to her lips. He was smirking, enjoying being the one now in control, enjoying having won. Teasing, she arched her back and bit her painted lips, her form gently brushing up against his.

He chuckled.

"Your deduction skills are admirable."

"I was slow."

"Yes. You're not very experienced, are you?" His words only made her glance away, and he smirked. "Do you have a covenant?"

"I have two." Sebastian's grasp on her wrists tightened, and Eleanora pouted at him. "I'm getting the feeling you're not happy about that." Her pout turned to a frown as the pressure on her wrists continued.

A little bit of debris fell down from where Sebastian was pressing her wrists into the wall – seeming not even aware he was using such force. His red eyes, glowing, were intensely staring down at her, and he seemed angry now, not cocky.

"I detest demons who fall to lust."

She had to laugh a little, even if the pain on her wrists interrupted her amusement, Eleanora instead hissing out her pain.

"Don't tell me you don't have a covenant too?"

"I am not as gluttonous as you." His free hand came out to grasp her face, forcing her to stay staring up at him. "Listen to me… This is my world. This is my manor, my grounds. You are not touching any of the people that belong to me. And you are not touching my master…" His words came out as a hiss, and she didn't miss how the room turned darker, a dark fog closing in on her. His fangs showed, and Eleanora licked her lips.

"My master is calling me…"

"Which one?" he hissed out with disgust.

She only smirked, feeling the pressure on her wrists disappear and his grasp on her face loosening. She slipped out of his grasp and brushed past him with her chest on purpose. With a smirk, she moved towards the door, unlocking it with another snap of her fingers. Though before her hand could reach out to the doorknob, Sebastian's gloved hands reached around her waist, tugging her to a stand-still.

A dark presence burned against her back, and she couldn't help but let out a breath of surprise.

"I will be watching you…" purred a dark voice straight into her ear.

"Kinky…" breathed Eleanora before simply opening the door and leaving.

Sebastian, back to his butler form, watched the open door with a glare.