Chapter 3

He smirked at me. "You'll get used to it." And he walked away after bowing.

'I'm never going to get used to it.'I thought as I mopped the entire floor of the front entrance. My back ached, as I stood straight, leaning against the mop as I wiped the sweat off of my forehead.

Ciel, or 'Young Master,' now, had ordered me to mop the whole floor in the front about two hours ago. You'd think it would be an easy job, but when you have the three good-for-nothing helpers inside the manor, nothing is an easy task.

When I mopped the whole floor within the hour Ciel ordered me to, Mey-Rin came running and slipped on the wet surface, making the boxes filled with new oils drop on the ground and dirty the floor. I helped her clean up, but I had to mop all over again to make sure the stains didn't stay.

Not long after that, Finny came from the garden with mud all over his boots. He stepped onto the wooden tiles and left a trail of boot prints. Another mopping trip for me.

And lastly, don't even get me started. Baldroy walked from the kitchen with ashes on his chef attire and a lit cigarette in his mouth. His blonde hair was puffy and burnt as the ashes fell onto the ground and made yet another trail for me to clean up.

"Well, I guess it's better than over there . . ." I looked across the mirror-like floor, the light gleaming off its surface.

"Over where, you filthy dog?" I heard that voice that made me want to punch something.

"No where, Young Master." I cringed at the name I was ordered to call him.

Looking back, I can see his small figure walking down the stairs with a cane and a coat on. The thing I'm still trying to figure out was beside him, a smirk on his lips.

"The Young Master and I are heading out. You're in charge until our arrival." Sebastian winked at me and I suppressed an eye roll. "Keep the manor intact and please do not let anyone inside."

I nod, bowing as Ciel and Sebastian walk in front of me towards the door.

But before that, in the center of the hall, Ciel lost his balanced and slipped on the still-wet surface, making Sebastian catch him swiftly and carry him.

I let out a small giggle, making Ciel turn back and glare at me with a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

"Young Master, please do be careful when walking." Sebastian sighed, but I could practically hear the smirk.

"Shut it you damn dem-" Ciel's mouth was covered by Sebastian hand.

They were out the door not long after that, and I couldn't help but wonder what Ciel was going to say before Sebastian cut him off.

When I sought to everything around the manor, I decided to help Mey-Rin dust everything in Ciel's drawing room. The auburn female and I were standing at opposite ends of the room, feather dusters in hand, and our fronts facing the object we were cleaning.

I bent down to dust the lower shelves filled with all kinds of books. I looked over my shoulder to see Mey-Rin going up on a stool to try and clean the top of the cabinet. She went on her tippy-toes to reach when two of the legs of the stool lifted from the air, making the stool flip and sent Mey-Rin falling to the ground.

"Ahhh!" She yelled.

I swiftly dropped the duster and ran towards her falling figure, catching her before she could hit the ground. Mey-Rin was awfully light, making it easier for me to carry her. She shook in my arms, looking up at me.

"Gah! I-I'm so sorry!" Her face bore out a blush, coating her cheeks with a pink hue.

"Please be more careful Mey-Rin," I look down at her with my (E/C) eyes. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

Her glasses cracked a bit as the blush on her face grew darker. "Y-Yes Miss (Y/N)!"

I placed the auburn maid down to her feet, her brown lace-up boots clicking on the ground. She bowed down to me in embarrassment, but I simply waved her off and went back to my position by the shelf. Just then, Finny came bursting into the room, panting like a dog.

"(Y/N)! There's someone at the front entrance asking for the Young Master!" He yelled.

I shushed him. "Did you say that he wasn't home?"

Finny nodded. "But they wouldn't believe me!" He went over to me and went on his knees, hugging my legs and look up at my face, his big green eyes glossy. "Please tell them to go away! The butler is scary-looking and the little blonde boy just won't stop complaining!"

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, Finny. Just get off my legs and I'll help you." Finny smiled up at me, letting go of my legs and leading me towards the entrance.

There were voices coming from outside, the smell of yet another male child and something foul filled my nose.

'Could Ciel and Sebastian be back already?' I shook my head as I reached out for the door handle. 'No way. Finny described one of them as a blonde.'

I was face-to-face with said blonde with a butler, much like Sebastian, wearing all black, but he had glasses and his eyes were golden. The blonde child was smiling, but frowned once he caught sight of me. The butler stayed expressionless, much like Ciel.

"May I help you two?" I said dryly, trying not to sound rude.

"Yes you can!" The blonde glared at me. "You can tell Ciel to get his arse over here!"

My gaze narrowed at him. "I'm sorry, sir, but the Young Master isn't here at the moment. Now, I please if you could just-"

"Nonsense!" The blonde interrupted, pushing the door open and walking into the manor with his butler in tow.

"Pardon the intrusion . . ." The butler said, taking a step towards me. But before he moved on, he inhaled, and snapped his neck to look over at me. He narrowed his golden eyes, pursing his lips upward. "How interesting to see your kind here."

"My kind?" A low growl escaped my lips. The Sebastian-wanna-be walked along, towing behind his master. I slammed the door closed. It echoed throughout the hall, along with the pounding of my footsteps. I ran in front of the duo, standing to block their way.

"I have orders to not let anyone enter," I glared at the two. "And I do not want to rely on force to get you two to comply with my demands."

The blonde yawned, a bored expression on his face.

"Claude . . . Kill this girl." He said, as if it was just some simple errand he just commanded. "That's an order."

Claude bent down on one knee, his hand over his heart. "Yes, your Highness." He said before getting back up.

I glared at the thing with the name Claude, his foulness much like the one Sebastian had. 'Are they possibly the same thing?' In his hands, appearing out of thin air, were golden utensils between each finger. My eyes became bolder, ready to turn into my hound form.

However, the sight of Ciel and Sebastian became visible through the door. Sebastian saw Claude and instantly ran towards him in a blur, wrapping his arms around his neck, his silver utensils against the other butler's necks.

"(Y/N)! What is the meaning of this?" Ciel exclaimed, strutting over to me.

"Ciel! Oh how I missed you so!" The blonde, the same height as Ciel and I, awaited the master with open arms, which Ciel quickly dodged.

We were face-to-face now, his nose inches from mine as he glared down at me. "Weren't my orders to not let any one inside the manor when I'm not present?" Ciel lifted up his hand, and in one swift motion, he made an attempt to strike at my cheek.

The stinging sensation was on my right cheek seconds after. The tears threatened to escape my eyes, but I forced myself not to let them flow. Flashbacks of this same event, back with my old Master, played in my mind and I whimpered, biting my bruised lip like I did with him.

Ciel's expression softened at the sight of me, bringing his hand down and sighing. "Sebastian, please escort Earl Trancy and his butler out into the garden. I'll deal with the mutt for now."

Sebastian bowed, the same stoic and expressionless face on. He walked away with Alois and Claude in tow, Claude glaring at Ciel before turning the corner. Ciel stared at me, my (E/C) eyes stinging.

"Do not make me do that again." He glared hard at me one more time. "Ever." He turned on his heels and beckoned me to where Sebastian and the rest went.

Alois was admiring the white roses Ciel had in his garden. There was no sight of Finny anywhere, which indicated that he was somewhere inside the manor. Claude was beside Sebastian, a ways behind the blonde boy who picked some of the roses, ignoring the thorns on the stems.

I stood beside the two walking mysteries and stared off at the garden, bringing one of my hands to my cheek, the stinging sensation fading away.

"I say, I am most curious as to why that stray is dressed in a maid's attire." Claude said, his tone nothing short of indifferent.

"It was my Master's will to make her his personal assistant." Sebastian shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "It is quite unsettling to see her, considering her kind, around the Young Lord."

My eye twitched slightly. "I'm right here you gits!"

Claude only pushed up his glasses. "Looks to me as if this stray may need to be taught some manners."

"Indeed." Sebastian smirked down at me.

I shook my head, ready to come back with a retort when Ciel called for me. I glared at the two men before going to his side. Alois had joined him at the table, his blue eyes staring straight at me as a smile played on his lips. The two boys held a cup in hand, Ciel not bothering to look back.

"(Y/N). I would like to introduce you to an acquaintance of mine." The word 'acquaintance' came out bitter, almost as if it hurt Ciel physically when he said it. "Alois Trancy is the Earl of his estate, like I."

'So young to be the Earl. Both himself and Ciel.' I thought, bowing to the blonde. "Please to meet you, Lord Trancy."

"Oh please, do call me Alois. No need for formalities." The boy smiled. "I would love to invite you, Sebastian, and your master over for a little party I'm throwing!"

I looked over at Ciel, but he still wasn't looking at me.

"If my master is willing to go, I have no problem with attending as well." I smiled at Alois, earning another beaming grin. He abruptly got up, shaking the table in the process. He walked over to Claude.

"Claude! We're leaving!" Alois smirked, going on his tippy-toes. "We have a ball to plan."

Claude nodded. "Very well Master." And they both bid their farewells to the three of us, leaving us all in the garden in silence.

'A party! Wouldn't that be a change of pace in this boring manor?'

It was nightfall and I was preparing to retire just as there was a knock at my door. I placed my nightgown softly over the made bed and opened the wooden door, revealing Mey-Rin in her own sleeping attire.

"Oh, Mey-Rin," I raised my eyebrow at her. "What is it?"

She beamed at me, her pearly white teeth glimmering. "I'm here to pick you up, yes I am!"

"Pick me up? For what?" I opened the door wide for her to enter, and she got the message, stepping forward into my room.

She walked over to my bed and unfolded the black silk nightgown I was offered as I closed the door shut. Mey-Rin nodded with approval, throwing it towards me.

"Dress up, little (Y/N)!" She giggled, a mischievous glint passing through her cracked glasses. "It's overnight with the servants!"

I timidly got out of my day clothes and changed, the silk tickling my body as I let my hair out of its confinements, curls appearing around the middle and the tips of my (H/C) hair.

"What's an 'overnight,' Mey-Rin?" She grabbed my hand and turned off the light in my room, not before lighting a candle to guide our way throughout the maze-like manor.

We went down a set of stairs to where I'm guessing the servants' rooms were. There was a light inside one of them, voices heard from outside the slightly ajar door. Mey-Rin pushed through it, revealing a smoking Bard and an excited Finny.

"(Y/N)! You came!" Finny jumped out of his bed, his cute baby-blue pajamas fitting on his body perfectly. His incredibly scrawny frame embraced me in a hug, his grip surprisingly stronger than what he looked like.

"Finny! Don't hurt the poor girl!" Bard snapped, his legs crisscrossed on the bed across from Finny's. He had on a white muscle shirt that showed his defined biceps, making my cheeks grow red with embarrassment. His grey and white-stripped shorts he had on made my blush darken. "She might just crumble under ya!"

"Oh, right!" Finny placed me down, his adorable face coming close to my own. "Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

I smiled at him. "I'm alright." I looked over at Mey-Rin who sat on what I was guessing was her bed. She had on a sweet smile when I looked at her, patting the seat beside her. I gladly took it. "So, what exactly is an 'overnight?' "

"It's a night where all the servants come in one place and spend the night together!" Finny explained.

"Except, the only other servant who doesn't show up is Sebastian, ya see." Bard scoffed, burning out his cigarette and putting a new one in his mouth, not lighting it, though. "Somethin' about keeping the manor in check."

"We have these once a week to just have fun!" Mey-Rin giggled. "And today, it's my turn!"

Bard and Finny groaned as I stared at the three, confused and curious at the same time. "I'm sorry. Your turn for what, exactly?"

"Every time we gather together, it's a rotation where we each get a night to do what we want." Finny flopped on the ground, leaning his back against my legs. "Last week, Bard said we had to try one of his 'mystery creations.' "

Bard chuckled. "That was a riot! Mey-Rin and Finny couldn't even hold their food down because of it!"

"Anyhow," Finny continued. "It's Mey-Rin's turn today. And she always makes us do the same thing over and over again."

"Which is?" I pressed on.

"SEBASTIAN-WATCHING!" Mey-Rin exclaimed, making the three of us shush her to be quiet, in theory that our master has already retired for the night.

Bard sighed, looking over at me. "But we always end up gettin' in trouble when Sebastian finds us snoopin' around." He rolled his eyes. "He always makes us go to bed afterwards."

"And I don't really get good sights like I'd hope to . . ." Mey-Rin whispered, a small frown on her face.

"But wouldn't Sebastian be sleeping at this hour?" I asked. "I mean, it is pretty late for us to be up as well."

"No, not really." Finny leaned his head back, smiling brightly at me. "It's as if Sebastian never sleeps. One night, I woke up at three-thirty in the morning because I had a nightmare. And guess whom I saw down in the kitchen? Sebastian!" My eyes widened. "It was like it was already noon, the way he was washing them. Not a single trace of him being tired at all!"

'That is strange. A human would normally need to sleep about seven to eight hours per night.' But then it hit me. The only creature that doesn't sleep, besides angels. And Sebastian was most currently not an angel.

'You foul beast. How could I have been so blind?' A smirk made its way to my lips, leaving the other three servant giving me questioning glances.