Chapter 3: His Maid- Assisting

-Sorry for uploading and then promptly removing this chapter. I was having issues with some words not showing up. Hopefully it's all sorted out now :)

WARNINGS: Language

It's been about two months since she was first brought to the manor. She now knows why Ciel and Sebastian made all those snide comments about the others. They truly were hopeless. Just thinking about the messes they've caused gives her a slight headache. If it wasn't Mey-rin breaking something, then it was Finni killing or wreaking the gardens. Bard was no better, with his damned flame thrower. Who ever told that man that it would allow you to cook food at a faster rate, deserved to be shot.

She's pulled out of her thoughts as she and Sebastian reach Ciel's bedroom door. For what ever reason she became the butler's assistant in a way. Making sure the others stayed out of trouble and assisting him or doing his daily chores, while he helped Ciel in what ever crisis the kid was having that day. It also meant she was up at the crack of dawn.

She hates mornings, Sebastian always has to wake her up. His methods usually involved her great embarrassment. She has no idea why he likes to tease her so much. She shakes her head, not wanting to think about how the damned man woke her this morning. She opens the door for him and he pushes in a cart holding Ciel's morning tea. If people thought she was hard to wake up in the morning, the kid takes the cake. It usual calls for either her or Sebastian to stand around calling his name for ten minutes, before he even begins to stir. The first week she was here, she tried dumping water on him. But Sebastian put a quick stop to that, to her annoyance. Thankfully it wasn't to hard this morning, it only required the butler to open the bedroom curtains.

Ciel opens his eyes and glares at them both. Violet just grins back not feeling sorry in the least, if only he knew what Sebastian did to her this morning when she refused to awaken. Her cheeks flush just thinking about it. If he knew he might be happier that the damned butler only opened his curtains. But if she has to suffer and be awakened early in the morning so should he.

"For breakfast this morning we have a lightly poached salmon accompanied by a delicate mint salad. Miss Violet has prepared toast, scones, and pan de pacana.(1)Which dish would you care for this morning?" Sebastian asks preparing the tea, while Violet sets out the kid Earl's clothes for today. "A scone." mutters the boy hand coming up to shield his face from the sunlight pouring in his open window.

"Today you have a meeting with Mr. Hughes the authority on the Roman empire." Violet tells him. "Also this evening you have a Mr. Damiano visiting." Sebastian finishes for her, handing Ciel a cup of tea. That's usually her cue to leave, Sebastian will dress the boy soon.

Violet leaves the room shutting the door behind her. She makes her way to the dining room, setting out Ciel's breakfast. It doesn't take long before Ciel arrives, by himself. As Violet is pouring his tea he throws a dart, hitting Finni in the back of the head.

"OW OW OW OW OW! What was that for master? What did I do?" he asks the boy clutching the back of his head. Ciel sips his freshly poured tea ignoring Violet's giggles. "Nothing. I don't need to justify my actions." Just then the dining room doors are violently swung open, and Sebastian steps through.

"There you are! Have you finished weeding the court yard Finni? Mey-rin have you washed all the bedding? Bardroy shouldn't you be preparing for tonight's dinner? Violet have you dusted the library? Tanaka, well I suppose your alright as you are." he says eyes glaring at the others besides Tanaka. "Now all of you, we have no time for thumb twiddling this morning. SO GET TO WORK!"

The others freak out and start running to do their assigned tasks, Violet just stands there looking unimpressed. "I already dusted the library earlier this morning while you cooked your portion of Ciel's breakfast." she tells him arms crossed over her chest, shooting her own glare his way. "Then you can assist me today." he tells her that damned smirk plastered across his face. Violet can already tell that this will be a long day.

She's polished the silver and Sebastian ironed the immaculate white table cloth, making sure there were no wrinkles. He even went into the garden and picked some white roses for a center piece. Now they are both in the kitchen, prepping for tonight's dinner. Violet is off in the corner peeling vegetables, while Sebastian seasons a large hunk of beef. Just as Violet finishes with the last carrot, the bell rings for the study.

"Still so much to do and he calls me now. Violet, please finish prepping while I see what the young master wants." he says taking his cooking gloves off and putting his everyday ones back on.

"Sure sure." Violet says absentmindedly, forgetting that she should really be on her toes around Sebastian. She just keeps day dreaming not even noticing him walk up to her. She only notices when he takes her chin in his hand and cranes her head back, he leans down face inches from hers. She can feel his body heat he was so close, if she wanted to she could lean forward and press her lips against his. Her face goes cherry red and her gray eyes grow wide in shock.

"Try and pay attention will you, I asked you to finish prepping the food." he says voice low and husky. His other hand, the one not holding her chin, coils itself in the end of her braid. Violet tries shoving him away, but that only causes Sebastian to let out a throaty chuckle.

"I heard you, you pervert! Go see what Ciel wants!" she growls trying to will her blush away. The damnable man chuckles once more, before releasing her chin letting his fingers glide down her throat. "Just making sure you are paying attention." he says eyes glinting. He steps back and looks at her. She knows she must be a sight, eyes wide and face red. Her heart is beating a million times per second too. She really hates how he can effect her like this. She glares at his back as he picks up his tailcoat and exits the kitchen. Really would it kill him not to be so damned perverted. She grumbles to herself while she gets to work.

"Never fear Violet, I'll 'elp ya cook dinner!" proclaims Bard bursting into the room, carrying his beloved flame thrower. Violet's eyes go wide again, she hopes he's not planning on using it in the kitchen, WITH HER IN THE ROOM! But it becomes obvious pretty quickly that is exactly what he's planning on doing.

"Wait Bard, please don't!" she cries sprinting towards him arms outstretched, hoping to yank the blasted thing from him. However she's to late and he powers it up. Like all the other times he's used it he's burned up all the food. This time even managing to scorch the island Violet and Sebastian were preparing the food on. Poor Violet also was in the line of fire, literally, and her maid's uniform got burned as well as the end of her braid.

Luckily, or unluckily, there was a pitcher a lemonade near Bard, who grabbed it and poured it over her. Violet, busy trying to pat herself out, sputters as the cool liquid hits her. She doesn't waste time though and rushes towards the sink. She grabs a near by mop bucket and fills it with water. Then, with the tap still running, she pulls the heavy bucket out and douses the burning island. Water and soot are everywhere. Violet lets out a shaky sigh and falls to her knees, heart hammering in her chest. If she wasn't awake before, she is now! She climbs back onto her feet and levels a glare at Bard.

"BARD ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID OR SOMETHING! YOU COULD'VE KILLED ME!" she shouts reaching up and whacking him behind his head. Bard, for all the good it does him, repeatedly apologizes which only seems to infuriate the tiny brunette more. "Yeah you're gonna be sorry alright! WHEN I FUCKING KILL YOU!" she screams. Bard yelps and begins running around the island, Violet hot on his heels, the promise of a slow, painful death glaring from her eyes.

"How exactly did this happen?" asks a voice from the door way. Bard stops running and Violet crashes into his back knocking him to the ground. She lays on his back for a second, stunned, before she starts whacking him across the head. She's growling obscenities when a pair of arms wraps around her waist and pulls her away from her prey. Bard lays motionless, a few goose eggs dotting the back of his skull. Violet struggles in her captures arms. "Lemme go!" she growls wriggling.

"There will be no murder on my watch Violet," says Sebastian tightening his hold on her. "Go and get cleaned up while I deal with this one and the other two." He keeps a hold of her long enough for her to calm down before he sets her back on her feet. Violet glares at Bard one last time before stomping out of the room. She's still grumbling as she reaches her and Mey-rin's shared room. She stomps over to the closet and pulls out an extra maid's uniform before going to the dresser to get some clean under clothes. She'll need a bath to get all the sticky lemonade off of her. She really hopes Sebastian takes Bard's flamethrower and throws it away.

-LATER-

Violet fresh from her bath goes in search of the others, only to find them raking gravel in the front garden. It would seem that they are making an impromptu zen garden, which could only mean that Finni killed it again. She's about to go and help when they all yelp and throw their rakes into some near by bushes. Violet wondering whats got them so excited, hears horses hooves coming up the drive. 'That must be our guest. ' she thinks. She's never actually met the man before. Every time he's come around she's usually in town doing a bit of shopping and running errands. She can't help but wonder what he's like as she lines up with the others waiting for his carriage to pull in.

Sebastian goes to open the carriage door as it finally makes it to the entrance of the manor. A man, in his late 30's(2), steps out. "Oh how impressive." he exclaims clearly wowed by the garden.

The five of them all bow. "Hello, welcome sir." They all say in unison. Sebastian takes a few steps before stopping. "This is called a stone garden, it is a traditional feature in Japan." he says to Damiano. "Ah meraviglioso, wonderful!" he exclaims smiling. "Truly an elegant garden!"

Sebastian smiles before saying. "We thought it appropriate to serve dinner al fresco this evening, allow me to escort you inside until the meal is ready." Mr. Damiano follows Tanaka inside still oohing and ahhing over the garden.

"Violet I see you've returned from your bath, if you would assist me once more in setting the table outside."says Sebastian taking her arm pulling her along, not allowing her to say anything. Violet just lets him wondering what he has planned. The other three follow. Sebastian begins spouting off orders to Bard and Mey-rin. " Bardroy, you are to cut off all the charred sections off the meat, Mey-rin go and fetch Tanaka's extra tea supplies." he tells them. "Finni you just keep out of trouble." Leaving the disastrous trio to it he continues to lead Violet into the back garden.

Once they reach the back patio(3) he starts instructing her as well. "Alright we will need to bring the dining table out here, along with the chairs." he says letting her arm go. "I will take care of the table, if you can start grabbing the chairs." Violet ,not wasting time, begins to do what he says. They only really need two chairs so she grabs two and begins dragging them outside.

Sebastian follows her and picks up the rather large table, seemingly having no issue with it's size. She can't help but stare, just how strong is he? She knows that table is heavy as hell, it's solid wood. But he's carrying it as if it weighs no more than a feather. There's no way he can be human,right? There's been other things besides that, that have tipped her off. His speed for one, she basically follows him everywhere helping him with chores. On many occasions, he just flits around the room, faster than anyone she's ever seen. He also has a habit of popping up when you know for a fact your all alone. Lastly there's his eyes, Violet is positive she seen them change to a fuchsia color and his pupils become slits.

Her mother used to tell her stories of demons whose eyes could do that. But his eyes have only done it a few times, during her first month here, when she truly vexed him. Does it really matter though? If he's not a human? He's never harmed her in any way other than getting in her personal space. Ciel also seems to trust him, the child has been with the butler far longer than anyone. So she decides it doesn't matter. If he wanted to harm them wouldn't he already? She's broken from her thoughts as she reaches the back garden. Sebastian is already setting the table cloth back on the table. She lugs the chairs over and places them at each end, just as Sebastian begins lighting the lanterns that surround the table. It's actually quite pretty, if Violet's completely honest.

Bardroy, Mey-rin and Finni come outside, pushing carts full of food. Violet not forgetting that Bard almost roasted her alive sends him another glare. But he avoids her gaze, probably for the best.

"Excellent, Violet let's go inform the young master and our guest that dinner is ready." Sebastian says once again grabbing her by the arm and dragging her away. He probably doesn't want to leave her alone with Bard. She is still pretty mad at him, but who could blame her really? But there are more pressing matters than Bard, like Sebastian and his non-humanness. She could be wrong, maybe he is human. But if he is, what would cause his eyes to change like they did? Forget it, wondering will get her no where. She'll just have to ask him. She waits until they're safely inside away from the others before she speaks up.

"So hey Sebastian, I was wondering something..." Sebastian stops walking and turns to face her, eyebrows raised. "Yes Violet? What is it?" She looks at him and squints. She wants to be absolutely sure he doesn't lie to her.

"Your not a human are you, are you a demon?" she asks bluntly. Sebastian just smiles at her. "What made you ask?" Violet huffs, of course he would answer a question with another question, the ass. "Your eyes for one. They change color and your pupils become slits. It's happened when you were angry at me. Remember that time Ciel had that Mr. Townsend over? I called him a lazy fat bastard for trying to weasel money out of Ciel. He was the man with that company that didn't really exist. Any way after I called him that you rushed to my side and pulled me away. Your eyes flashed fuchsia and your pupils became slits. My mother used to tell me stories of demons who's eyes did that." she says eyeing him closely. "So are you, a demon I mean?"

Sebastian looks down at her. " What if I am?" Violet frowns,brows furrowing. "Doesn't really matter to me what you are. I just wanted to know. Are you?"

He grins at her, his eyes closing. He's clearly amused by all of this. "You seem to have made the right assumptions." Violet takes that as his roundabout way of saying yes. "Does Ciel know?" she asks. "Yes the young master knows, but come we have to inform them that dinner is ready." Violet sighs, she wants to question him more but she guesses she should wait until later. She can question him some more when they clean up after dinner.

They make their way towards Ciel's study. Once they reach the door Sebastian opens it and they both walk through. "Pardon the interruption, but dinner is served." Sebastian says hand still on the doorknob. "Oh dining out in that exquisite stone garden." says Damiano turning to Ciel. "Shall we go my lord?" Ciel still seated in a chair grins at the man. " Very well we'll finish the game later." Mr. Damiano sits back in his chair and smiles nervously. "Oh is there any real need to finish it? It's obvious I'm going to lose." he says gesturing to the board game on a table between them.

"I'm not in the habit of abandoning games halfway through." says Ciel smiling. Damiano glares at him. "How childish." he mutters. Ciel who was making his way towards the door stops and looks at him. The older man stutters and tries to cover up his mistake. "Uhh I-I mean sometimes it takes a child's eyes to see what's really important. It's a true gift. Maybe that's what's made the Phantomhive's the nations foremost toy makers. It certainly impresses me."

Violet and Sebastian both glare at him, unknown to the bumbling idiot. 'He's just like that Mr. Townsend .' Violet thinks to herself, deciding she doesn't like this man much either. Ciel is like her bratty kid brother that she never wanted, she feels compelled to keep assholes away from him.

"If you'd follow us outside Master and Mr. Damiano." says Violet smiling at them. "Ahh yes I can't wait to see more of your lovely stone garden." says Damiano following Ciel out the door."Yeah I just bet you can't, asshole." Violet says under her breathe. They don't hear her except Sebastian who whacks her in the back of the head. She glares at him. At least he couldn't hear her call him an asshole. She falls instep with the demon butler and leads them outside.

-OUTSIDE-

"On tonight's menu is a dish of finely sliced raw beef called donburi, courtesy of our chef Bardroy." says Sebastian, Violet and Meyrin on either side of him. Violet gives him a look knowing just by how he's acting that's he's going to spout some bullshit soon.

"A pile of raw beef and this is dinner?" says Damiano disbelief in his voice. 'Oh god here it comes.' thinks Violet looking at Sebastian who has that stupid smile on his face. "Yes. But surely you have heard of it? This good sir, is a traditional Japanese delicacy. A dish offered as a sign of gratitude to someone who has accomplished important work. That sir is the wonder of donburi. This is a token from our master, to show his thanks for all your hard work on the companies behalf. He wanted you to know it is much appreciated."

Violet holds back her giggles, Sebastian is really good. "Excellent, what an inspired idea! The legendary Phantomhive hospitality in action!" exclaims their guest.

"The vintage we are pouring tonight was especially selected to compliment the flavor of soy sauce. Mey-rin." Sebastian gestures towards her clearly wanting her to begin pouring the wine, but Mey-rin just stands there smiling nervously. Sebastian sighs and leans down to whisper in her ear. "Now Mey-rin, why are you just standing there,pour the man a glass of wine." Mey-rin's face goes red, Violet has a funny feeling things will not end well. "Of course, yes sir!" Mey-rin picks up the decanter and shakily makes her way to the table.

Violet about to step in to take over for her, stops as Mey-rin begins to pour. She completely misses the wine glass and pours it all over the table cloth. Violet's hand covers her face, disbelieving that Sebastian couldn't have know that Mey-rin, the clutz, wouldn't have spilled it. Especially after he flustered her by whispering in her ear.

Just before the wine drips over the edge of the table, Sebastian in one swift move pulls the table cloth off the table. The plates and center pieces don't even move. Mr. Damiano doesn't even notice the table cloth is missing until he looks up from his bowl. "Huh? Where did the table cloth go?" he asks eyes wide in shock. Ciel just smiles, Sebastian is standing next to him table cloth neatly folded in his arms. Violet walks up to him and takes it from him, she needs to wash it before the wine stains the fabric.

"A speck of dirt. Most unsightly, I had the cloth removed so it wouldn't distract us. Think nothing of it." says Ciel taking a bite of his dinner. Sebastian and Violet bow. "Please accept my apologies sir. Do continue, enjoy your meal at your leisure. Our two maids will see to the table cloth." Violet walks up to Mey-rin and grabs her arm pulling her inside. Mey-rin just stumbles along still muttering about Sebastian.

-INSIDE-

Violet helps Mey-rin into bed before rushing to the laundry room to soak the table cloth in Sebastian's stain removing concoction. Hopefully it works, she won't know until tomorrow. Deciding she rather not go deal with their asshole of a guest, Violet decides to get a head start on the laundry.

She begins with her and Mey-rins clothes, sorting them into their respective piles. She comes upon her charred maids uniform from earlier and just tosses it. She can't mend burned fabric. At least she has plenty of others to wear, plus some regular dresses for when she's in town shopping.

She finishes washing her and Mey-rin's things. Then she wrings them out and set them to hang dry on a rack suspended from the ceiling. Luckily it's mostly just undergarments which shouldn't take that long to dry. She then grabs a basket of Ciel's clean laundry and makes her way to his room to put it away.

Violet makes her way down the hall and stops when she hears their guest on the phone. She puts the basket down and sneaks closer, wanting to eavesdrop on his conversation.

"I'm tired of babysitting this child Earl. Yes I've already sold off the factory. Now all that's left is to pocket the extra cash. I'm trying to squeeze more out of the brat right now. The employees? Who cares about them." he says laughing. Violet is about to step into the room and give him an ass kicking when Sebastian comes out of no where and grabs her. She's about to tell him off, but he covers her mouth with his hand and motions for her to follow him.

Once they're back in the laundry room she begins giving him an ear full. "Did you hear what that asshole said?! He's just like that Mr. Townsend!" she whispers heatedly. "Yes Violet I heard him, but do not worry he shall be taken care of shortly. Go and finish your chores for the evening." he tells her.

Violet frowns. "Like hell I'll let you have all the fun! I want to help." she says glowering at him.

"Fine you can assist me and the others then, since Mey-rin is indisposed currently." he relents. Violet beams up at him, happy he agreed to let her help without to much of a fuss. Not that he could keep her from helping if he wanted to, demon or not. She liked Ciel, and she wanted to teach this guy a lesson.

"So," she asks. "What exactly did you have in mind?" By the look of Sebastian's face this man was in for a world of pain and torment. Violet can hardly wait.

-DAMIANO'S POV-

He just finished his conversation on the phone and is currently making his way back towards the brat's drawing room. He will get the snot nosed kid's money if it the last thing he does. He stops at the stair's landing and looks at the portrait of the late Phantomhive's. The painting give him the creeps. Just then, as he staring at it, the face of Vincent Phantomhive morphs into a ghostly face.

Damiano rubs his eyes and stares in shock the portrait is back to normal. "Impossible. I'm seeing things." he says to himself. Although he can't help but remember the Earl's words from earlier as they played that ridiculous game. Bewitched by the eyes of the dead.

"No that's ridiculous." he says nervously making his way down the hall. He opens the first door he sees and it's a billiards room, not the drawing room. He closes the door and makes his way back down the hall. Opening each door he passes, not one of them is the room he wants.

"Not here either. Or here." he says opening doors and peering inside. "This Manor is like a giant maze. I can't even find the drawing room." The Earl's voice still echoes in his head, bewitched by the eyes of the dead.

Just ahead there's a creaking sound as if someone is walking towards him. He can't believe it, it's the ghost of the late Vincent Phantomhive. He turns and runs down the hall. "S-stay away from me!"

He's running for his life down the hall. The brat's voice still going on in his head. You lose one turn. Just as he reaches the stairs he trips over something and falls down the whole flight. He groans in pain and clutches his right leg. It's broken and twisted the wrong way around. The maid, Violet, from earlier rushes forward.

"Oh sir are you all right?" she exclaims rushing to his side. "His right leg it's twisted around, what happened to it?" Damiano glances over and sees the ghostly figure once more this time it speaks, it sounds just like the brat. "And now you lose one leg in the enchanted forest." Damiano has never been more scared in his entire life!

He begins crawling away hoping to escape this accursed manor. He makes his way slowly down the servants wing hoping to find a door that leads outside. He glances back briefly, no ones following him. Good. He looks forward again still crawling along and bumps into black pant clad legs. He looks up and the head butler is leering down at him.

"Surely you aren't leaving the manor yet sir. We haven't given you the full Phantomhive treatment yet. We still have to serve dessert." Damiano not giving up begins to crawl away in the opposite direction. "You've lost a leg remember? Now you can only move half the number of spaces. So why not just relax a bit and make yourself at home." says the butler following him.

Damiano crawls swiftly to a door and opens it. Dragging himself in, he shuts the door behind him and leans against it. He gasps for breath. He has to escape somehow, but he needs to hide first. "Damn it's to dark." he mutters to himself. Then out in the hall he hears footsteps drawing closer to the room he's in. He jumps to the side and his back hits something.

"Is this a cupboard?" he says to himself once more. It doesn't matter, he opens the door and crawls in and shut himself inside just as the room door opens. "Damn these are really tight quarters." he says hands pressed to the top of the cupboard. His left hand braces himself on the floor and it comes into contact with something gooey. "What's this? Smells like sugar." Just then an orange glow fills the cupboard he's in. A slot on the door opens and the butler's eyes appear.

"What an impatient guest we have. You couldn't even restrain yourself until dessert was out of the oven?" The butler informs him. "T-THE OVEN! OPEN UP PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!" he shouts banging his fist against it.

The butler steps back and puts his hand to his head. "Perhaps the Italians aren't familiar with our customs." he says. "There's plum pudding, mince meat pie. There are many traditional desserts in England that make use of meat. I find them all quite tasty." He finishes saying reaching down and shutting the slot on the oven door. His body is burnt by raging flames.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

-VIOLET'S POV-

"What was that, someone screamed." says Bard poking around inside the outdoor furnace.

"I'm not sure who it was." Violet tells him smiling. Finni's eyes light up as he sees Sebastian make his way towards them, carrying a tray with some tea and some lemon meringue pie.

"Thank you for your hard work today. As a reward how would you like some lemon meringue pie? The sugar will give you energy." he tells them. The two guys grovel at his feet, clearly overjoyed by the sweet treat.

"I'll have to politely decline." Violet wants nothing to do with the dessert that dick headed guest has touched. It's probably tainted somehow and wouldn't taste good anyway.

"That's fine I have a different reward for you." Sebastian says smiling at her as he hands the tray to Bard. He grabs her arm and leads her to follow him, he stops and turns back to the others.

"Oh yes and Bard, a work man will be coming by in the morning. When he arrives kindly let him know we'll be needing our oven thoroughly cleaned." Violet grimaces not wanting to think about why. Sebastian continues on leading her inside.

"So what exactly are you going to give me?" she asks curiously. Sebastian has never given her a 'gift' before. She's kind of nervous of what it could be. "Have some patience." he says pulling her into his bedroom. He finally lets go of her arm and walks over to his wardrobe and pulls out a leather holster.

"It's a thigh holster. You can wear it and carry that pistol you like so much. It will be a lot safer than keeping it tucked into your apron." he says handing it to her.

Violet takes the gift smiling brightly at him. Once he steps back she jumps towards him and wraps her arms around his middle, squeezing him in a hug, head resting just below his chest. "Thank you." she squeals hugging him tighter. Sebastian wraps his own arms around her holding her close. "You are quite welcome, Violet."

Sebastian isn't half bad if she admits to herself.

A/N: (1)Pan de pacana- I'm not so sure. But I think that's what he said. Let me know if it wasn't. ^^ (2)Damiano's age- I don't know and couldn't find his real age. So I just went off based on how old he looked. (3) Patio- I didn't know what else to call the stone slab the dining table was on outside.

That concludes this chapter. Chapter 4 will be based off of episode 2. I'm not sure when it'll be posted but it'll probably not be to long after this one. Bye for now ^^