Okay guys, I've decided I'll do this and then the chapter with the replacement for Elizabeth, but that's it. I have a bunch of TMNT fanfics waiting for me to finish them and I know what I'm doing in unoriginal and uncreative. I get it!

Disclaimer: She owns nothing, no matter how hot Sebastian is...by the way those are her words not mine.

Faithful to your fiance as ever.

EDIT: Updated for the new dub.

EDIT 2: Due to people being...people, and not reading past the first chapter, I have changed the Ciel character's name from Sarena to Cielle, thus fully making it a SebastianxCiel fic...does this make me a Yaoi author now?

Black Butler

Chapter 2: Her Butler, Strongest

Bard look at the chewed up wire under the floor boards.

"Bloody hell, this wire's done for."

"oh, not the rats again," said Mey-Rin. She and Finni were watching Bard work. Bard pulled his head out of the hole in the floor and scratched his head.

"This is gettin' ridiculous. I mean I heard they'd been plaguin' London lately, but I never expected them to be such a problem this far out of the city…" Just then, a mouse scampered by. Finni quickly grabbed a nearby statue.

"Now I've got you, rat!" He yelled.

"NO!"

He lifted it up almost effortlessly and threw it to the floor, breaking the floor in the process and missing the rat. The entire manor shook. "Looks like it got away, ha ha!"

"What are you laughin' for? Are you tryin' to kill us too, you idgit?" Bard yelled. Mey-Rin and Tanaka looked on, Mey-Rin in shock.

"Look, there's another one!" Finni yelled from the hallway. Inside the pool room were a group of nobles playing pool and listening as the incompetent servants tried to catch the rats.

"Catch it!" They heard Bard yell.

"Quite the commotion going on out there. It seems you're experiencing a rat problem as well," said one noble as his turn ended. Another noble, one with a scar on his face came up to the pool table.

"Speaking of which, how long will you let the vermin run wild?" asked a noble eating a sandwich. "Filthy monsters. Someone really aut to take care of them, don't you think?"

"And someone will," said a Chinese noble with a woman on his lap. "She's just waiting for the opportune moment."

"Indeed," replied a noble woman dressed all in red. "She prefers to settle things with one blow. Will you pass on this turn too, Lady Phantomhive?" Cielle sat in a large chair with her legs crossed and holding a cue her hand with the other being where her head was resting. Her eyes held a bored look within them.

"I'll pass. It's my policy not to shoot if I know that I'll miss," she said. The first noble, Lord Arthur Randall, came up to her.

"That's all very well, but when will you handle the problem?" he asked.

"Anytime you like," she replied. "The rats will soon come looking for their forbidden cheese…and I hold the key to the storehouse." The noble with the scar, Azzurro Vanel, listened intently and messed up his shot, causing him to sink his white ball by accident. "Even so, locating the nest and eliminating the vermin promises to be a tedious task." She smirked, moving the cue in front of her face. "You should concentrate on preparing me a suitable reward." Lord Randall glared at her.

"You're a vulture." The youngest noble glared back at him.

"Sir Randall, I'd be careful how you smear my family name." She brushed her left thumb over the signet ring on her right middle finger. "You, who've spent a fortune on bloodhounds that cannot kill even a single mouse."

"Ha, you're in trouble now, Randall." said Vanel. "What next, Lady Phantomhive?" Cielle stood up.

"It's time to put an end this worthless game, don't you think?" As she walked to the table, she stopped in front of Lord Randall. "How soon can you secure the payment?" He glared at her.

"Tonight, I'll have it by then," he muttered. She continued to walk to the table. Cielle sat on the edge of the table, carefully so as to keep her dress long.

"Then I'll send a carriage for you later," she said, setting up her shot. "We can even prepare some light entertainment for you, with high tea at the ready, sir. Does that good?" Lord Randall gritted his teeth in anger.

"You pass your turn twice and now you're after them all in one go?" asked the sandwich eating noble.

"Naturally," she replied.

"Careful or your greed will undo you, Countess Cielle," Lord Randall told her. The young noble simply smirked and sunk the shot with ease.

"Am I undone?"

After three of the nobles left, Cielle sat in the drawing room with the three remaining, her aunt, The former Baroness Burnett and a doctor at the Royal London Hospital, Angelina Durless AKA Madam Red, Lua, a friend of the family who was the British branch manager of a Chinese trading company, and one of Lua's girls, Ran-Mao.

"Your tea. We have a special Darjeeling blend to offer from Fortnum & Mason today," said Sebastian, after pouring Cielle, Lau, and Ran-Mao's tea. Lau smelled it, Ran-Mao still in his lap.

"Smells lovely. Tea can be excellent when made well." Sebastian began pouring tea for Madam Red, all the while being watched by Madam Red's own butler, Grell Sutcliff, with admiration. The younger butler wore a black suit with a red and white striped ribbon. Glasses hung to his face and his brown hair was tied in a ponytail by a red ribbon.

"Grell." Madam Red said. Grell automatically stood at attention.

"Ah, yes, my lady?" he asked, nervous.

"Learn something from Sebastian," she said simply. Grell was not the best butler, far from Sebastian's level in fact. He looked to the floor, ashamed.

"Y-Yes." Madam Red turned to Sebastian.

"Just look at him…" She suddenly started rubbing Sebastian's behind, much to both his and his mistress's surprise. "I mean, this physique." Sebastian was literally shaking so much the cup was jumping on the saucer and the tea pot's cover did the same. "You should quit this country job and come work for me in the city!" For some reason, Cielle couldn't stop a ping of…what was it? A mixture of jealousy and possessiveness, maybe? She coughed into her hand.

"Madam Red…" Her aunt stopped.

"Oh, sorry! I couldn't help it. He looked like he needed a physical! Just a doctor's habit!" Cielle was a tad annoyed with her aunt at this point. "In any case, I will admit that I am a little jealous that such a handsome man like him is serving such a beautiful teenager. Someone he could never have even if he wasn't your butler." That had pushed it. Cielle placed her cup on the table, leaned back, and folded her hands.

"Madam Red, Sebastian is merely my butler. That is all."

"Of course, of course," her aunt assured her. Lau decided to change the subject.

"So do you believe the drug trafficker you're after was one of your guests today?" he asked standing.

"Perhaps," she answered, grateful that the subject was now away from her relationship with her butler.

"Why not leave the extermination to Lau," said Madam Red as Lau walked to behind the young countess's chair. "A rat knows best where the rats' nest is, doesn't he?"

"I'm but a tame guinea pig, dedicated to my lady," said Lau. He placed his hand on Cielle's head. "If the countess instructs me not to act, I'm bound to do nothing." That was when Madam Red snatched the girl away from the chair and held her in her arms. She was angry.

"Watch it! You'd best keep your filthy paws off my darling niece!" she yelled. Lau leaned against Cielle's chair.

"You wound me. I would never paw at her in her own home, dear Madame," he said. Madam Red let go of her niece, who would've fallen to the floor from lack of balance if Sebastian hadn't caught her.

"Are you saying you wouldif you were elsewhere? Careful, you're on thin ice now sir!" As the two adults argued and after Sebastian helped his mistress up, he noticed her slipping out of the room.

"Sorry, I'm joking of course," Lau continued.

"You'd better be, I hope you understand how protective I am of my dear niece. I would lay down my own life for her I'll have you know!"

"Mistress?" Sebastian asked her. The girl was starting to get a headache.

'The rats are here…' she thought leaving the room and clutching her head.

"It went that way!" she heard Bard yell.

'And here too…'

"Get it!" Finni went by wearing a cat suit of all things, while carrying a cat. Luckily, Cielle had her palm over her nose at the time, she couldn't stand cats. Mey-Rin followed him carrying mouse traps. Finni was bitten by the cat, Mey-Rin was caught in the traps as Bard ran by with ladles, her head was killing her.

"Mistress." She turned to see that Sebastian had followed her out with a concerned look on his face, which quickly changed into his usual smile after seeing that his mistress was in no life threatening pain. "Today's dessert. It's a deep-dish pie prepared with fresh apples and raisins. It will be ready soon; would you like to eat with your guests?" he asked.

"Bring it to my study. I'm done here," she replied. She turned and left for her study. She couldn't stay around the rats for too long, with her health being frail as it was.

"Certainly, my lady." He bowed. All around him, the other servants were being bitten by cats and caught in mouse traps and two rats were jumping. He spotted the rats and quickly grabbed them, before anyone knew what had happened. He placed them in the net Tanaka was carrying. He brushed his hands off and told the other servants "That's enough of that. Stop playing and get back to work."

"Sir," they replied.

Cielle shut her study's door shut and let out a sigh of relief.

"Finally, some peace and quiet," she muttered. She moved to her desk when a hand came out of the shadows and forced a drug soaked cloth onto her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise.

'Sebas…' she passed out.

Sometime later, Sebastian knocked on his mistress's door.

"Young mistress, I've brought your pie and afternoon tea," he said. He became concerned when there was no reply, so he opened the door. "Mistress?" His eyes widened in surprise when he saw the room ransacked and the window opened. His mistress was nowhere in sight. She had been kidnapped. "This is terrible. The refreshments will all be wasted now."

In London, a manor surrounded by guards held the young Phantomhive head's kidnapper.

"The policewoman of England's underworld…one of the nobles who have done the royal family'sa dirty work for generations…" He took a cigar from its box. ""The Queen's guard dog," tasked with disposing of anyone who disagrees with her." He cut the cigar's end off. "Just how many nicknames do you have, and how many families have you crushed…Cielle Phantomhive?" Cielle was tied up in leather straps, her feet in chains, and looking a little worse for wear from the beating she had taken. She had woken up a little before, but had kept quiet, no point in that now. She glared up at her captor. "A man should not be judged by his looks. Still…I suppose it does make sense for the king, or should I say queen, of the toy palace to be a child. In both sense of the word." She tensed a little.

"I thought it would be you, you shame your family, Azzurro Vanel!" Vanel lit his cigar and blew out of puff of smoke. The young countess cringed at the smell of it.

"Come now, my little Lady Phantomhive, do you know how hard it is for the Italian Mafia here. You Englishmen have nothing but tea on the brain." He walked over to her and leaned down to her level. "It's difficult to penetrate those small minds of yours so we have to think outside the box to make money. So we found the drug trade. Think about it. What do you think is the best way for people like us to make money? Not murder, not smuggling, not women, not organs…that leaves drugs, yes?" He blew a puff of smoke in her face and she coughed. "But once we arrived here, there was not even a whiff of mellow fragrance in this country-All thanks to the guard dog."

"The Pharmacy Act of 1868 listed opium as a restricted substance. It is the Queen's decree. And I will eliminate those drugs and the vermin who sell them," She said once she stopped coughing. Vanel sighed and put a hand to his head.

"You know this isa why I hate all you Englishmen. The Queen this, the Queen that, you act like thisa woman is your own mother. Or perhaps I shouldn't say anything since you are a girl after all, it is natural for you." Cielle glared at him. Her gender was a sore subject. He gripped her chin. "You linea your pockets while pretending the whole time you'rea better than the rest of us…But in the end, we're no different from each other. Why can't we get along?"

"I've left orders about your key. If I don't come back, my servants will make sure the authorities get it." Vanel's eyes widened. Cielle let out a smirk. "I'm sorry, I have no interest in getting along with someone like you." Vanel got up and pointed a gun at her head.

"You brat, don't underestimate me! My men are already waiting at your estate. Where's the key? Spit it out soon and I'll send you home alive, defy me and your servants will starta dying one by one, starting with that precious butler of yours." Cielle merely smiled.

"Oh I think they'll be alright, but you had better hope your lap dogs know how to fetch," she said. A second later, she was lying on the ground again, having been kicked in the face. Blood was running from the side of her head. The cigar dropped the ground and was stepped on. Vanel picked up the phone.

"Did you hear that? The time for talk is over." He hung up the phone.

Back at the manor, Sebastian was walking down the hallway with the pie he had made for his mistress.

"Oh dear, this is most troubling. Where could the mistress have been taken?" he wondered. A little while after he had spoken with her last, he could've sworn he heard her calling for him, but since she didn't finish he had assumed it was nothing.

"Sebastian!" He looked up, Mey-Rin was running towards him with a letter in her hand. "I just found a letter, yes I did!"

"Addressed to whom?" he asked.

"Er, "To the servant of the Countess of Phantomhive."" Outside the window, one of Vanel's men had a sniper rifle pointed at Sebastian's head. Sebastian sensed he was been watched and looked out the window at him. The man was startled, but as Mey-Rin tripped on her shoe lace, he fired. Sebastian tossed the pie into the air and caught Mey-Rin as the bullet went through the window, missing him by mere millimeters. The bullet hit a vase next to him and made it explode. Glass and pottery fell around them as Sebastian landed on his back with Mey-Rin on top of him. The pie landed safely on the plate.

"Mey-Rin, the letter please," he said.

"Letter? Oh, yes sir!" she blushed, handing him the letter.

"If you want to return your mistress safely, come to Nova Garden, Bethnal Green as soon as possible," he read. The letter went on to say that if he didn't come by sunset, they'd cut his mistress's fingers off one by one and send them to him. "Goodness, what a dreadfully written letter." Mey-Rin was in a corner blushing now as he stood in the hallway.

"Sebastian!" Finni and Bard ran up to him. Madam Red and Lau came from the other side.

"What is going on here?" Madam Red asked.

"Sorry for the noise, my lady," Sebastian replied. "I assure you nothing's wrong, please don't concern yourself." Madam Red looked out the window as Ran-Mao and Grell caught up.

""Nothing, are you sure?" she asked. Sebastian turned to the other servants.

"Everyone, I have business to attend to. Would you mind cleaning this up?" He handed Bard the pie and walked past them.

"So when you say "clean", uh, that means we can eat it, right?" Bard asked, turning to where Sebastian went. He was gone. "Sebastian?"

Some ways away from Phantomhive manor, a car sped away from it through the trees. Two men were behind the wheel, one spoke on the car phone to Vanel.

"Sorry, I missed," he said.

"What do youa mean you missed?" Vanel asked at his manor. "You are completea idiots! Never should've hireda scum like you…Just get back here!" Suddenly, the man on the phone saw something behind the dust clouds caused by the car.

"Um, sir, something's off…I see something." Whatever was in the cloud got closer. "What's that?" Vanel heard through the phone.

"Oh what'sa wrong, you little girls see a bear in the woods…" Vanel started. He stopped when he heard his henchman screaming. The other men stopped their chuckling. "What is it? Did someone find you? Talk to me."

"Hurry it up!" he heard him say to the driver. The driver did and made a sharp turn. No matter how fast they drove, the thing just got closer. "It's coming, closer…" He saw someone smirk.

"That's it, I've enough of your games already!" Vanel yelled.

"No good, it's here!" he heard him yell. There was more screaming and a crash before there was silence. Vanel actually looked scared for his men. "Ah, hello? What happened?" Cielle smirked and let out a small chuckle.

"That's too bad, sounds like your little game of fetch is over," she said. Vanel responded by kicking her in the stomach and then the face, making her spit out blood. He continued kicking her.

"Just shut your mouth, you damn brat!" When he stopped, he picked up the phone again. "You listen to me, if one of you don't answer right now I swear I will kill you!" Something in Cielle's heart was lifted when she heard the familiar voice come over the phone.

"Hello,"

"Who's this?" Vanel's eyes widened as he recognized the voice.

"Pardon me, but I represent the Phantomhive estate." Vanel looked towards Cielle. "I was wondering if my mistress might be available."

'Sebastian.' Cielle thought to herself. She could almost hear Vanel's heartbeat quicken. A smirk returned to her face.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Hello?" She heard Sebastian say. Vanel seemed to try to say something, but Cielle beat him to it.

The young countess let out a small "Woof!" Vanel froze, wondering if Sebastian heard it. He did.

"Very good, young mistress. I will come to get you momentarily. Please be patient for just a little longer," he said. He unplugged the phone from the car and turned to the two men in front of him. "Thank you for the use of your field telephone." The car the two men were driving was perched on a cliff, threatening to fall. "And now there are a few things I'd like to ask you about, if that's alright." The two men were shaking in fear. "First, I'd like to know who you work for." He put down the phone. "Hurry up now, I'm not exactly what you would call a patient man. And you remember what happened to Humpty Dumpty, don't you?" That got them.

"O-Our employer's name is Azzurro Vanel of the Ferro family!" One of them replied. The driver was still quaking in fear. "E has a hideout up in the city! It's in the East End!" Sebastian smirked and stood, a serving tray in one hand and the phone in the other. "We just work for him!" They were trying to plea for their lives.

"But of course, I understand. I'm very sorry to have interrupted your work gentlemen. I'll let you go now, have a safe trip." The man stopped shaking. Sebastian bowed and leapt off the car, which had a dent in it the size of his foot prints. When he was off, the car started to fall over the cliff. He landed on the ground and tossed them back the phone. They fell and dropped into the forest bellow as he turned away. Sebastian took out his pocket watch and checked the time. "Oh dear, look at how late it's gotten." The car exploded, but he didn't even flinch. He closed the watch and put it away. "If I don't move quickly, we shall never have dinner ready in time." He walked away, leaving the two poor men to burn.

Back at the manor, Madam Red, Lau and Ran-Mao were being driven away in a carriage by Grell. Madam Red was worried for her niece.

"Are we certain nothing's wrong?" she asked Lau.

"If that butler says everything's fine, I'm inclined to believe him," replied Lau. He pulled Ran-Mao closer to him. "He's been in the countess's service for so long and it's quite plain to see there's some sort of unshakable bond between those two. You can always find him at the countess's side, like a shadow."

"So long?" asked Madam Red. "But Sebastian didn't arrive until two years ago, that's not much time at all."

"Oh really? How odd, my memory is so unreliable…Isn't that right Ran-Mao?" Ran-Mao hadn't been paying attention.

"Useless…" Outside the carriage, Grell was still fantasizing about Sebastian.

"Listen up! The Phantomhive girl has help on the way!" Vanel turned to his men. They started to rush towards the door with guns. "Move it! Tighten security at the gate! Not so much as a single rat get through!" The men did as they were told, but didn't notice Sebastian walk up the stairs to the door until he was halfway there.

"My my, what a splendid home," he said. They turned to him, surprised.

"Eh! Who the hell's this guy?" Sebastian turned back to them.

"You seem to be rather busy. Might you be expecting someone?" he asked

"What business does a butler ave here! Which family are you from?"

"Ah, my apologies. You see, I represent the Phantomhive household," he replied.

Back at the manor, Mey-Rin slumped onto the kitchen table.

"Oh dear, we need Sebastian here. Where did he go now?" she asked. Next to her, also slumped, was Finni.

"I wish I knew." Next to him, Bard.

"I don't care where he is right now or what e's doin'." He stood up. "This is all I'm worried about!" He looked at the pie Sebastian left them and then looked at the other two. "Does "clean it up," mean we can eat the pie or not? I have to know!" He was stressing out now.

"I'm sure just one bite each would be okay," replied Finni.

"No Finni! You know how Sebastian is! If we eat something we're not supposed to he'll bake us into his next pie!" Mey-Rin slammed down a bottle of milk.

"You need to calm yourself down Bardroy, A soothing drink might help. Here, give this a try."

"Milk, like that's gonna help me."

"Milk is an important part of your diet! It'll help you grow strong bones, yes it will!"

Outside Vanel's manor, all the guards were dead, except one.

"My arm…he shattered the bone!" he yelled grabbing his arm. Sebastian stood there, not a scratch on him.

"Pardon me, but I'm in a bit of a hurry." He took out his pocket watch. "5:34. I am cutting it quite close." He entered the manor and went into the dining room. As soon as he closed the door, bullets started firing at him. Sebastian put the serving tray in front of him and deflected the bullets. Taking a running start, he threw the tray at them, knocking them to the ground. He leapt on to the table, dodging the bullets and grabbing plates as he went. He stopped and threw the plates at the men as he did the tray.

"Move, damn it! Call in the boys in the west tower!" one of the men yelled. "We need to rip this bastard apart!"

"An entire swarm of rats…" Sebastian took out his pocket watch. "I'll get nowhere at this rate."

Back at the manor, Bard stood up.

"That's it! I'm going to eat it!" Mey-Rin was drinking milk and Finni was spaced out. "Mey-Rin, tea! Finni, go get the silver!" They stood at attention when their names were called.

"Sir! Yes, Sir!" Finni opened the drawer to get the silverware, but…

"It should be right in here…What the?"

"Is somethin' wrong?" asked Bard.

"I don't understand. The silver's suppose to be here, but I don't see a single knife or fork." Only the spoons were left.

At Vanel's manor, Sebastian produced said silverware from his sleeves. He leapt into the air before the bullets hit him and started throwing the cutlery at the henchman's heads and chests, landing on the landing above them. They started dropping left and right.

"Who the hell is he?" One of them asked before being hit in the head.

"Now now, if I couldn't do this much at least, than what kind of butler would I be?" replied Sebastian as he leapt up again and began throwing more cutlery. Sometime later, all the men were dead. Sebastian hung upside down from a chandelier. "Oh dear…That took longer than I thought." He dropped back to the floor and took back out his pocket watch. "Already 5:43."

In the room he was holding Cielle, Vanel kept his gun pointed at the door. He was shaking as he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He held his breath as the footsteps stopped right outside the door. The door opened, there was Sebastian. Cielle let out the breath she had been holding, her butler seemed to be in one piece.

"Pardon my intrusion." Sebastian stepped into the room and bowed. "I have come to retrieve my mistress," he said.

"Is this a joke?," Vanel asked, lowering his guard. "I was expecting a giant, and instead I gota some scrawny Romeo in a tailcoat…Who are you anyway? An assassin hired by the Phantomhive family? There's no way that you're just a butler."

"No sir, you see I am simply one hell of a butler…I promise." Vanel chuckled.

"Yeah, sure. It does not matter anyway, I have no intention of fighting you. Not yet…" He grabbed Cielle by the hair, pulled her towards him, and pointed the gun to her head. Sebastian looked worried for her safety. "But you better have what I asked for. You do not want a hole in your adorable mistress's head, now do you? If you are a butler as you say, you should know what this situation calls for, yes?" Sebastian reached into his inner coat pocket.

"Yes, I do." He pulled out a key. "It's right here." Out of nowhere, a bullet came and shot Sebastian in the head. Cielle's eyes widened.

"Sebas—"She was scared for her butler. Seeing it happen right in front of her eyes… The bullets continued and he fell to the ground. Cielle saw that one of the pictures in the room, concealed four of Vanel's henchmen. All of their guns smoking. Vanel let out a laugh.

"Oh, sorry, Romeo, I really am, but this round is mine! And he went to the trouble of coming to save his darling Juliet…How sad for you, my little Lady Phantomhive." The men went up to Sebastian's body to make sure he was dead. "There's no way I was going up againsta Phantomhive, lady ofa games, without a trump card hidden!" He pulled Cielle up to look at him. "And once I have killed you, all will be perfetto. You were in our way from the very beginning, watching us like the police! Eeh?" He pointed the gun under her chin. "I'll get rid of you and conquer England our way! But I must say, you are too pretty to dismember, my little Lady Phantomhive. The rumors about your infinite beauty appear to be true." Cielle threw up a little in her mouth. "I damaged the goods a little bit, but that's all right. I'm sure you'll fetch a pretty price, even in this condition." His hand moved to her behind. "Or maybe I should keep you for myself. You're not that hard on the eyes, my little Lady Phantomhive." He loosened the sash around her waist. She tensed a bit. He tapped the gun against her chin. "Don't worry, you have so many enemies. I doubt you'll be alive for that much longer, even if you are I will drug you so you do not feel a thing by the time some pervert comes to take you away…"

"Alright! I'm tired of messing around." Cielle said. Vanel was confused. "I can't imagine the floor makes for comfortable slumber. How much longer are you planning to play dead?"

"Not long…" Sebastian voice rang through the room. His hand twitched.

"But how? How are you?...You just..." Now Vanel was freaking out. His men were backing away in fear as Sebastian rose to his feat.

"Guns today are so much more efficient than they used to be…They can shoot so many more bullets now, compared to the guns of a hundred years ago." He coughed up the bullets into his hand. "Perhaps you'd like these back." Vanel's eyes widened.

"What are you doing? Kill him!" They moved to shoot Sebastian again, but he quickly threw the bullets at them, killing them. Vanel just sat there in shock.

"Oh dear, what an awful thing to do to a perfectly good tailcoat. My clothes are all full of holes," Sebastian remarked.

"You could've avoided that, idiot" Cielle replied crudely.

"I was simply following mistress's order to the letter. Your order to act as a butler…that is. Mistress, how unfortunate, they don't seem to have taken very good care of you." He walked towards the two.

"No, stay back!" Vanel yelled, but Sebastian's gaze was solely on his mistress.

"You look like a helpless little child; all bound up like that. But then I guess that's appropriate. It benefits one as small and weak as yourself." Sebastian let out a small chuckle. "To be frank." A dark smirk came over his face. "It's becoming rather difficult to restrain myself from taking what belongs to me. I thought it would be lovely to take in the view a little longer." She glared at him, but did not retort.

"I-If you come any closer, I willa shoot her!" Sebastian stopped.

"Can we move this along? His breath smells awful," Cielle complained. The smell of cigars disgusted her.

"But if I come any closer, he might kill you," Sebastian replied.

"Well then, are you saying you want to break the contract?" She glared at him.

"No, of course not. Nothing has changed, I remain your faithful servant, my lady. Since that day, I shall do whatever young mistress wishes...in exchange for the sacrifice and the pleasure that has been offered."

"What the hell kind ofa nonsense are you two talking about?" Vanel asked.

"Mistress." The dark smirk returned to his face. "You know what you have to do, now just say the words." His hair covered half his face as his head tilted to the side. Cielle, being able to reach her sash, loosened it the rest of the way so that it fell off. Through a hole in her dress, right over her abdomen, there was a pentagram.

"This is an order. Save me now!" She yelled. The pentagram was glowing. Vanel had had enough.

"No, it's over!" He pulled the trigger. Cielle turned to him, still clearly alive and not a bullet hole in sight. "What the-but that's impossible."

"Are you looking for this?" Sebastian's voice came from behind him. He was leaning over the older man from behind, in his hand was bullet he had just fired at the young countess. "Here then, let me give it back to you." He dropped it into Vanel's breast pocket. "I shall be taking my mistress back. If you would please remove that filthy arm from her person?" All of a sudden, Vanel's arm tore off of Cielle, twisting and breaking. He fell to the ground, withering in pain. Meanwhile, Sebastian kneeled down and picked up Cielle into his arms, her hand holding onto the end of her sash.

"I must say, the game wasn't as much fun this time, Sebastian," she said, unconsciously leaning closer to her butler. He brought her over to a chair. Vanel crawled closer.

"No wait, come back! Work for me," He literally begged Sebastian. "Be my bodyguard and I willa pay you ten times what she does." Sebastian sat Cielle down in the chair. "Alright then, atwenty times! You can have all the liqueur and women you want too!"Sebastian took Cielle's restraints and broke them effortlessly. This surprised Vanel.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Vanel," Sebastian said as he dropped Cielle's restraints to the floor. "It's an attractive offer, but I have no interest in such materialistic things. You see." He stood and turned to Vanel, his eyes glowing red with cat like pupils. "I am simply, one hellof a butler."

"Ah…right, okay." Black feathers began to fall around Sebastian, slowly shrouding the room in darkness. Cielle looked on with a bored look in her eyes, one hand clutching her sash, the other being leaned on by her head. Her legs crossed.

"As long as my mistress holds the contract, I am her loyal servant." Sebastian removed the glove on his left hand with his teeth. The glove fell to the ground as the darkness completely shrouded the room.. "A wish, a sacrifice, and this. All of these thing keep me bound to Lady Phantomhive " He held up his uncovered hand, showing black nails and the same pentagram that was on Cielle's abdomen. "Until the day I swallow her soul, and steal her virginity." Cielle glared at Sebastian's new prey. At this point, she was filled with rage. Did this pitiful excuse for a rat really think that Sebastian could be swayed so easily? Like some human?

"Unfortunately for you, this game is over." Then Vanel knew nothing. The last thing he saw was Countess Cielle Phantomhive and her demon butler Sebastian Michaelis, looking down at him.

Cielle woke up sometime later, her sash back where it belonged around her waist, in Sebastian's arms. Her eyes fluttered open and looked ahead of them towards her manor. She saw it in flames. She gasped.

"You're awake, mistress?" She looked up at her butler and then back at the manor. What she had seen was the manor in front of the setting sun. It was fine, in one piece. She was safe, snuggled a little too close to her butler, but safe. She had a sad look on her face for a moment as she remembered that time two years ago. Sebastian patted her arm to comfort her.

"Mistress! Welcome home, miss!" She lifted her head to see Finni and Mey-Rin running towards them. They gasped at seeing her condition.

"Oh, dear!"

"Mistress Cielle, you're injured!"

"I just tripped and fell. It's nothing to worry about," she said. They didn't know about Sebastian, and she preferred to keep it that way. They looked at her strangely, almost longingly. "What, you don't believe what your mistress tells you?"

"Oh no," replied Mey-Rin. "We do."

"It's just..." said Finni. "You look so cute, being held like a baby and all!"

"Or a princess, or a bride!" added Mey-Rin. Cielle blushed at that last one.

"Put me down!" she ordered. Sebastian nodded and placed her gently on the ground. She stormed over to her other two present servants. "Stop looking at me like that! Honestly—"

"Mistress." Cielle turned back to Sebastian, who was kneeling on the ground before her. "I'm so terribly sorry. I've committed a blunder unacceptable for a Phantomhive butler. How can I ever atone…I hang my head in shame, dinner is not ready."

A few days later, Bard was reading a newspaper.

"Let's see," he mumbled. "Ferro company, an Italian trade firm. Someone attacked them, and there were loads of casualties…?" He read.

"Did something happen in London?" Mey-Rin asked.

"Sure sounds like it. The survivors could only say things like "monster," or "demon," so they all got sent to the hospital."

"That's scaaaary!" squeaked Finni. "What could it have beeeen!"

"There were rumors that Ferro was doing terrible things to make money." It was then he decided to scare the other two. "So his victims' became vengeful spirits!" They then heard a clapping sound. Mey-Rin and Finni tackled Bard in fear.

"It's a g-g-g-ghost!" they screamed.

"What are you all doing?" They looked up, it was just Sebastian.

"Ah…Sebastian…" Sebastian picked up the paper Bard dropped in the confusion.

"If you have time to fool around, hurry up and get back to work!" They scampered away.

He could faintly hear Finni say "He scolded us."

"Really," he sighed. "What was all that fuss about…?" he noticed the article they had been reading and a smirk fell upon his face. "Well, well…" It was then he heard a bell ring. Cielle was calling for him. He folded the paper neatly and tossed it on the table. "Oh dear. What could the mistress want now?" Halfway out the door, he paused and turned to…you, the person reading this story. "Shh," he placed a finger to his lips and left the room, leaving you confused.

...O.O...huh?

...Yeah, he's so awesome, he can break the fourth wall. Can Alucard do that?

I wouldn't know, I've never seen/read Hellsing.

I hope you enjoyed it. I'll write one more chapter, but then I have to return to my TMNT fanfics. Later!

Later!