When they get back to the mansion, they walk up to stairs and stop at Vivian's door. "I have to change into something a little less corset-y. I'll only be gone for five minutes, then I am so going to kick your butt," She says, smiling mischievously.

"Yeah, okay. Good luck with that," He says. Vivian rolls her eyes at him playfully and watches him walk down to the sitting room. She walks into her room, with Lawrence following behind her. She sat down and he started by taking off her black shoes, then her dark blue stockings, then he pulled off her gloves and undid the braids in her hair. She stood up and he took the dress off. She stood in the middle of the room, half naked while Lawrence tried finding one of her regular dresses. She stared at the burns and scars marring her body, unable to tear her eyes away. "My lady?" Lawrence asked, snapping her out of her trance like state.

"H-Huh?" She asked, blinking a few times in confusion.

"You seem distracted. Is everything alright?" He asked while he helped her into the soft gown.

"Yes, everything is perfect," She says, smiling to reassure him. Oh, how she wished she could repay him somehow. He had been stuck with her for the past 3 years since she had summoned him when she was 12 and had only accidentally trapped him in eternal servitude the year before, and she was 15 now. He probably resents her, for keeping him. She didn't blame him.

"Okay," He says, dismissing her. She curtsies slightly before walking out with a smile on her face. She walks up to the sitting room and walks in just as Ciel finished putting down the pieces for chess. "I see I'm just in time!" She walked over and sat down in the chair on the side that had the white pieces. "Prepare to be slain, Ciel!"

…

Ciel and Vivian played 5 rounds of chess, and Vivian lost every single one of them. Not even in an 'oh I could have won if I hadn't done this one mistake' way, but more of an 'I didn't even think it was possible to lose so horribly' sort of way. Like, Ciel completely destroyed her. He took out almost all of her pieces every time before taking out her king. It was almost as if he was taunting her, taking out her resources before ending the game. Jerk. So, after refraining from flipping the chess board over, Vivian stormed off to the library to grab a book on chess strategies and fell asleep reading it.

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Vivian slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head up with a small groan at the uncomfortable position she had been sleeping in. She looked around and realized it was still pretty early in the morning. She put the book over on her nightstand and stood up, stretching her arms above her head. Suddenly an, admittedly random and slightly embarrassing, thought struck her. Why wouldn't Ciel say 'I love you' to her? She knew demons lacked emotions such as love, so maybe he wasn't physically able to say it? She had to test this out.

…

After laying back down with that thought still in her mind, she accidentally fell back asleep. A couple hours later, she was woken by Lawrence. He had lightly shaken her shoulder, making her open her eyes slowly, then quickly. "Oh!" She jumped out of the bed, startling him.

"Are you alright, master?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. She nodded her head as her sky blue colored eyes clashed with his own deep purple, practically black, eyes. She sighed through her nose and hugged him, though, since she's so small, she buries her face into his stomach. "I- ah, what are you doing?"

"I love you...in a completely platonic way," She says giggling. Since it didn't seem like she was letting go anytime soon, he hesitantly wraps his arms around her shoulders. She thought that maybe he would say it back. She hoped he didn't though, because that would mean that Ciel wasn't saying it on purpose.

"Why are you doing this?" He asks.

"Because, I feel as though I need to repay you for caring for me. Even if you don't truly care, I'm still thankful for the fact you're here, and, hopefully, not secretly resenting me for putting you in eternal servitude. So, I'm trying to give you what most demons don't get. Love," She says, pulling away, and looking up at him again, hope shining in her eyes.

Lawrence has a shocked look on his face as questions swirl through his head. Most of which, were, "Is she serious about this, or is she just projecting her feelings for the previous Lawrence onto me?"

"You don't have to return the feeling, but I just wanted you to know that," She sighed, the hope in her eyes being crushed. Looks like she had to get him to warm up to her a bit more before he would say it back. She pulled away from the hug to walk to her closet and rummage through it until she found a purple and black dress, with a corset style in the front. "Help me into it?" She asks, holding up the dress in front of him. The dress was mostly black and a little bit to frilly for her tastes, but it would do. She had also noticed a theme going with most of her dresses lately, and that was gothic. She wasn't sure how she felt about that, since she never really wanted to seem like the gothic type, but she guessed it wasn't that bad… It made her seem more pale, which was a downside.

"Of course, Duchess," He says, taking the dress and helping her into it. After he finished, she hugged him again before skipping out of the room without even having him do something to cover her mark, which peaked out slightly from underneath the fabric of her dress.

The demon stood there in a shocked trance as he stared at the door long after it had closed. What was this he was feeling? Love? No...that wasn't demonly possible. Demons don't feel emotions like that. Demons couldn't feel emotions like love, or sadness, or even really happiness.. But Ciel does. A voice in the back of his head tells him. But Ciel has a human-like nature that other demons didn't. He had a lot of things most demons didn't. Like a sense of self. Lawrence Griffin wasn't Lawrence Griffin without Vivian to tell him to be. She gave him somewhat of a sense of self, from the day she summoned him, until the day he consumed her soul, which now, wouldn't happen until much later in their lives.

Lawrence pondered the thought for a few more moments before shaking his head and walking out of the room. Demons shouldn't think like that. But still, why had she seemed so hopeful when she hugged him? Had she expected him to do something? He sighed. He didn't know...

AN: Thanks for reading! :D I guess the links I've been putting in haven't been working, so I'll put them in my profile if you want to see what the dresses look like. I'll be sure to change the previous chapters so that they have this same message. ^^

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