OMYFREAKINGOSHITYGOSH I AM MAAAAAAD! I have to write chapter 3 all over again cause my Grandma's stupid internet decided to stop working right as I was about to save it after I finished. F MY LIFE. Anyways, enjoy I guess...

~Chapter 3

Mace woke up with a start. Cold sweat surrounded her in the bed. Wet sheets tangled around her abdomen and legs, like a snake suffocating it's prey. Her nightmare haunted her throughout the morning as she changed from her night-clothes and brushed out her hair. Why did she get the blame for something her family did before her? Why couldn't her escape from the United States also mean her escape from her past?

Mace descended the stairs and towards the garden where she was to meet Ciel for breakfast. Her long, Blue-grey dress blew in the wind as she stepped out into the frosty air of the outdoors. A few steps away from her, Sebastian stood silently smiling, equally on both feet, one hand to his side, and the other reached out towards Mace in a welcome manner, awaiting her grasp. She placed her hand ever so gently on his and he led her down the steps to the gazebo, eyeing the silky ribbon in her mass of wavy, blonde hair, perfectly matched to her dress. She looked to the sky, saying "I assume it'll rain quite soon." She was proven right as the stepped under the gazebo, rain beginning to pound on it's roof. Sebastian pulled a chair out for her and she sat.

" Let's try to disregard the noise Miss Mcaphey, I am anxious to know what today's lessons will be." Ciel said, obviously accustomed to the rain.

"Yes. I agree. Today's lesson will be on the history of the Black plague and it's origination. You know, it happened around this time of year. Rain helped to spread it. We will then do arithmetic and maybe some piano if you would like."

"Of course, I would love to. It should prove a nice change of pace from that wretched violin."

Mace didn't like the violin either, though she was forced to learn. It isn't that she wasn't good, She just didn't enjoy playing such complicated music. Piano seemed much easier, relaxing even. It provided an escape for her. An escape from the world she so hated. No one could understand her adoration, love, want, need for music. 'I wonder if Sebastian understands' She thought to herself. Suddenly, an image flashed before her eyes. She saw herself playing the piano with no one else there, spotlight on her. Then, another light appears and she sees Sebastian, violin in hand, playing hauntingly beautiful music, their sounds mixing in perfect harmony. A fantasy that, it seemed, would never come true.

"Miss- I mean Mace. Pardon my intrusion but I think your breakfast may be getting cold." Sebastian whispered to her, lips only centimeters from her ear. She could feel his warm breath on her neck as the cold air arround her seemed to drop a few degrees.

Surprised, she turned her head back to Ciel and then down to the plate before her. Poached salmon and croissants with raspberry sauce. It looked delicious, though she wasn't very hungry anymore. How could she have let her mind slip for a second time? Color rushed to her cheeks and she looked up at to Ciel as Sebastian spoke again.

" Did you know, Mace, that I play violin? I was actually Young master's tutor before he decided to quit."

She smiled, " How wonderful! it's quite understandable though. I don't enjoy playing the violin either. I prefer to have someone play it for me."

" Ah, very much like how I don't enjoy singing myself. I would rather have someone sing for me." sebastain glanced at her and smirked, Showing her his hidden meaning.

The color flushed from her face. 'Had he been listening to me sing last night?!' She wearily thought to herself. She couldn'tt seem surprised though, she might've shown weakness in front of Ciel and Sebastian. She sat back and smiled agreeing with his statement as if the hidden intent hadn't effected her at all.

" I agree. Well, Sebastian, what's your favorite song to listen to?"

" Oh, that's simple." Sebastian turned and in a sing-song voice sang, "London bridge is falling down..."

So he had listened to her singing last night. A chill went down her spine, and it wasn't from the weather this time. Mace remained facing Ciel, looking in his eyes so as not to show any concern. She couldn't help but imagine Sebastian sitting on the floor next to the wall separating their rooms, glass to the wall, ear to the glass, listening to every word, every note come from her mouth. In reality, she knew he was probably such minding his business doing something quiet in his room, and happened to hear a few words of the song. She wasn't going to lie to herself and say she was a quiet singer, but the thought of Sebastian watching her every move, listening to her every word, gave her an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

" Shall we start our lessons then Miss Mcaphey?" Ciel wiped his mouth with his napkin, set it on the table, and stood up, waiting for Mace to do the same.

"Y-Yes, of course! Shall we go to the study then?"

" No. I would prefer the library. We shall be able to find more peace in there I think."

" I would assume so." She smiled and stood up. " Let us go then."

This time, Ciel reached out his hand in wait for hers. She placed her's on top of his just as Sebastian was opening his mouth to speak, then closed it, words cut from his mouth. Instead, Sebastian took off his tail coat and put it around Mace's shoulders, not wanting her to catch a cold in the rain. She accepted it with a curt nod and walked back to the house with Ciel, Sebastian following close behind. In the main hall, Sebastian turned, bowed, and separated from them, leaving Ciel to show Mace upstairs. he had work to do. He didn't want to find Bard in a destroyed kitchen with a burnt goose and an excuse involving dynamite or flamethrowers again. He walked away, slowly filling with simmering dread.

Ciel was quite bored of his lesson after a while of hearing about something 500 years in the past. He didn't like the past. He only cared for the future, and the inevitable destiny it held out to him. Mace could sense this and stopped the lesson, asking Ciel to follow her downstairs. They arrived at the music hall, in the middle of the room was a white and gold grand piano, seemingly untouched by human hands. She sat down and began to play.

The music echoed throughout the house, each room it passed through amplified its volume, swaying the house to and fro. Even from the kitchen where Sebastian was rolling dough, the sound was crystal clear. He put down his rolling pin, discontinued his work, as did the other servants in the house, and walked in a dream-like state, towards the source of the song.

Sebastian was the last to arrive at the hall. He stood in the shadows behind a corner and watched as a beautiful woman came to life at the piano in the center of the room. The music so closely represented the pain she radiated from her soul, the sadness that was shown through her face. This woman, unrecognizable now, had brought tears to the servants' eyes, and to his great surprise, the demon had started to cry as well. Something he hadn't done in a while. She swayed ever so slightly as her hands moved across the keys, eyes gleaming with tears. He couldn't stand there anymore, he had to comfort the woman. Luckily the song ended, his cover was kept. He could see the streams coming down Ciel's face, the gleam in his eyes, recognition of her pain shown in them. He turned away, pained at the sight. He turned back to the direction of the kitchen and started to walk, hoping with his whole heart that that woman would appear before him again, perhaps accompanied by her sweet, sweet voice. He started to sing again, 'London bridge is falling down, My fair Mcaphey.'

~ Hope you liked it! Damn, it took a while, especially since I had to write it twice. Constructive criticism only please :)