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Inside the Phantomhive Mannor . . .

She was much too cold, how could she forget about her Core of Hell Heat? It was one of the first things young demonlings learned about after they were Broken and became manageable. She must have been in some really bad trouble to have to leave Hell without finding a Contractor. I could not stay mad at her for long though, and once again I found myself lost in the memory of the first time I met her as I carried her down the stairs to my room to get her warm again.

(Flashback, x number of centuries)

When they dragged me from my chambers that eve, I was a sight to behold.

My eyes had a wild light in them that gave me the look of being quite mad and my fangs were barred like those of the savage hounds that my sire kept for amusement.

I fought with everything I had as I was dragged from my dark, cavern like room, into the light of my father's halls. I swore and spat and refused to go quietly. But the demons that held my arms in a vice like grip were much older than I and much more experienced, taking all the energy I had used to stop our progression towards those halls that held no love for me, and used against me, plucking it from the like berries from a bush to feed themselves and speed us to our destination.

Once we had navigated through the labyrinth of halls and staircases, I had fallen into a stubborn silence, my legs turned watery, and I gave my shanghaiers no more trouble. They deposited me in front of that man, who's eyes burned with a silent hatred when ever he turn to face me, and I did nothing to help my self or try to stand.

"See how he acts when in presence of his betters?"

I heard a soft sigh from my head, the feminine sigh that portrayed a sense of disappointment. My head jerked at the sound, giving the woman who had uttered such a pitiful sound one of the glares that cause maids to to run from my rooms screaming. The woman in question bore it with a pleasant smile. Her eye twinkled with a kind of burning mischief and her smile was contagious. I soon felt a grin begin to tug at the corners of my lips as I keeled there, staring into those burning eyes.

Then I frowned, why was I smiling, I had been dragged from my room just to be shown off like a doll, hadn't I? Then I sensed something was different about this time. Something was a foot, and I didn't like it.

"What did you require my presence for, sire?" I spoke in a cold tone as I looked to the floor once again.

I could almost feel his anger reach out to me to do harm in any form possible.

"See how he speaks to me?"

"Yes my lord, he seems very . . . wound up."

Her voice was light, one that would rather laugh and taunt then hurl insults.

"Teach him some manners then, I've heard you are one of the best?"

"If you didn't know I was, I wouldn't be here, would I?"

"When can you start?"

"When ever is necessary."

"Then begin immediately. I must have this runt of a son ready to attend the Summer Eve's festival. You know how people talk when I don't have my one and only heir and son by my side at such important events."

"Yes my lord."

I heard a shift of clothing, ah, he was standing, and the sharp click of his boots in the stone floor. A pale hand snaked it's way under my chin, pulling up and tearing my gaze from the floor. His face was contorted in barely controlled anger, his features all unlike mine, except for those murderous red eyes.

"Listen to me," his vile breath fell upon my face like one of the over whelming perfumes that his underlings wore to disguise the stench of decay, "you see this girl?" he roughly turned my head in the direction of girl who I had stared at only moments ago, "you are to do everything she says, no matter what it is, and treat her like a god. Do you understand me?"

Turning to face him, I swat his hand away and stared into those eyes that made my blood stir in murderous ways,and said:

"Yes, my sire."

Outside the Phantomhive Mannor . . .

It was warm and dark when I woke. I sat up quickly and regretted it just as fast.

"Nuugh." I sighed as I fell back onto the soft bed.

"My mistress?" asked a calm and soothingly familiar voice.

"My lord?"

He walked into view, his hair still has black and his eyes only a bit darker than the last time I had seen him all those years ago. I sat up again, slower this time and reached out to let my fingers just barely brush his cheek so that I could determine he was not a dream.

"Adramelech?"

As if a spell was broken, he rushed toward me and caught me in his warm embrace, it was so good to feel those strong warm arms around my shoulders again.

"Elvera?" he asked into my hair.

"Yes, my love, it's me."

He looked me in the eyes and, just as I blinked, crashed his lips into my own. I missed you too I thought and for once didn't take control. I let him grab me in a way that I had never allowed before and in just as little time I was sitting on his lap straddling him. His hands roamed over my body and removed most of my ratty clothing. As he pulled my torn and ripped blouse away and broke that heated kiss to sweep his eyes over my slender form, I saw his eyes fill with that terrible anger I had only seen on the rarest occasion.

"Who did this to you?" His voice dripped with venom.

He was referring to the blood stained bandages wrapped around most of my torso and over one of my shoulders. Just him saying that made my eyes well with tears, it was so nice to have to have him by my side again. But he mistook my tears for those of sorrow and shame.

"Oh, my darling little gem, I'm so sorry, I'm not mad at you-"

"No!" I gleefully said, "It's just nice to hear that you still feel the same way, calling me little gem." I gave a shaky laugh and wiped my tears away. "My latest master thought as a parting gift he should give me a dress of red that I could never take off." I slide off his lap, almost fell to my knees, and began to unwrap my "red dress".

My last master was less than pleased when I asked him if I could go and look for my lost Lord of the Night. When he inquired as to who this "Lord" was, he was laughing, but when I told him I felt his wrath in full. He did not yell, he did not scream, no, we demons are too controlled to do that. Instead he whispered these words to me.

"If you wish to go find him, let me give you a parting gift."

With speed and strength that was too terrible to be put into words, he came at me, ripping clothe and flesh alike, turning my white gown to one soaked in my own red blood.

O_o, what? I didn't even see that happening, and yes, a Breaker is more like a government paid pedophile/prostitute from hell for all of those who broke the rules and asked what a Breaker was. I'm having so much fun writing this!

How will our dear Smexy Sebi take the news that someone broke his favorite little fuck toy? And what's the deal with Elvera? Why is Sebi so important to her? What is her history and what does she have to do with Ceil? All and more will be answered in the next chapters!

Those reviews total got me pumped to write!

*The definition of Breaker is actually changing in my mind, it's odd, as I write this story more and more things pop into my head and it changes all the time.