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Chapter 2 His Butler, Hunts

On the carriage ride home, Sebastian sat, smirking to himself, looking out of the window, fingers flexing slightly.

"What did you find out?" Ciel asked, his butlers attention going to him

"Nothing. The circus has everything on show, I didn't sense any of the children, or feel any ill will within the grounds. Well, bar a singular moment, but that soon dispersed."

"What happened?"

"One of the troupe got too familiar with Miss Lilith, though she saw him off with surprising ease. She carries quite a swing for such a delicate flower." Ciel scoffed, shaking his head.

"She hardly struck me as a delicate flower… It was clear that there is no love lost between she and her aunt,"

"Yes, she confessed her disdain for her openly, though spoke fondly of her father, and someone called Abe… I must admit, something out of the norm with the girl… I can't quite put my finger on what, but I know one thing, my Lord… She is not entirely human, if what I sensed was correct."

"I see… In that case, I want you to find out everything you can about Miss Lilith."

"Is that an order my Lord?" He asked, his usual smirk on his lips.

"Yes," he said, sneering slightly, "and if you are correct, you are to employ her and bring her to the manor. By any means necessary."

"Of course, My Lord."

Over the next five days, Sebastian made several visits to the circus, asking every member of the troupe about Lily, her family, and their history. Everyone, except her family themselves.

On the first day, while searching Lily's tent, he found himself slightly too wrapped in his investigation, so much so he only noticed Lilith entering her tent at the very last moment.

She turned, hearing a slight rustle from the side, only to find she was alone. She sniffed, eyebrow raised, shaking her head slightly, she sighed in annoyance, before turning on her heels and walking back out.

"Alright, funny boys, who's been in my tent, with fancy pants perfume? Abe, I'm lookin at you fop boy!"

Sebastian chuckled slightly at this, deciding to see just how close he could get without her catching him. He wrote her a note, placing it upon her bedside table, along with a black rose, before leaving.

He repeated this throughout the week, finding more and more peculiar places to leave his notes and roses, always ensuring to write a small observation he had made of her or her actions that day. Bar that first time, she hadn't caught whiff of him, much to his amusement. He watched as she collected the notes and roses, putting the flowers together in a vase within her tent.

On the second to last day, he stood watching her brushing out her hair, smirking as ever. He turned to leave, only to come face to face with an elderly woman, bearing a slight resemblance to Lilith. She raised an eyebrow at him, one hand holding her cane, the other on her hip.

"Follow me," she said, before leading the way to one of the other tents. Sebastian followed, deciding it the better option than fleeing the scene.

Inside the older womans tent were various scrolls hanging up, each looking older than the last, the floor was scattered with various rugs. She slowly eased down into an overused chair, looking up at him, she indicated for him to sit across from her. He did so, eyes going to the small table to the right of them. On it was a photograph of young couple, a wedding photo, beside this was one of two infants in the same mans arms, though there was no sign of the wife. Between these as a photograph of Lily, at the age of about eighteen, standing beside a young man, seemingly the same age. Even in the black and white picture, her eyes were extremely prominent.

"So… Do I need to ask why you are spying on my Lily, or are you going to tell me?" She asked, her eyes scanning over him. He cleared his throat slightly, usual smirk upon his lips. He opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off. "Tell me the whole truth, else we go to Lily, and see what she has to say about her secret admirer…"

"Very well, my Master is interested in employing Miss Lilith, and sent me to find out as much as I could. To ensure she was a fine addition to my Masters staff."

"Hmm, I suppose that's close enough to the truth… What is your Master called?"

"Earl Ciel Phatomhive. We attended your circus…"

"Ah, so that would make you Sebastian," she said, cutting him off again, a grin coming to her lips, as she nodded. "I see, it makes sense now." Sebastian inwardly questioned this, but put it to one side, he would find out why his identity made the situation suddenly make sense later. She looked to the middle photo, "Lily is my youngest grandchild, I always knew she'd get away from this place…" She turned to face him again. "So, you'll have to forgive a few questions."

"But of course,"

"Is your Master fair?"

"Fairer than many of his peers, and quite generous. With her position, she will be given bed and board, served four fine meals a day, with at least one day off per week."

"I see, well… I have no qualms with it, bar one. When does your Master intend for her to know?"

"My Master intends to come tomorrow, to collect her."

"Surely a word of warning for her wouldn't go a miss."
"I suppose you're right…"

"I will let her know, but if you or your Master let her down…"

"I can guarantee that will not be the case,"

"Then, Sebastian, I shall see you tomorrow." He nodded, rising to his feet, as he made his exit.