AN:

Okay, over 24 hours of traveling in a car is not good for one's sanity. But it is good for one's stories. Now I have all this pent up creativity and I know just how to spend it . . . time for a little Sebiciel fight.

Inside the Phantomhive Mannor . . .

A light knock came from the blank door. I wiped a few laughter induced tears from my face and put on the mask of the strict butler, hushing Elvera and pulling the covers up over her head. It just wouldn't do to have one of the servants seeing that I had a young mistress in my room, half dressed and in my bed. No, that just wouldn't do.

I stood after leaving a burning kiss on Elvera's forehead and slipped on my white gloves, moving to the door and reaching for the knob.

Controlling the Phantomhive Mannor . . .

The noises from within the door had ceased as the knob began to turn. I crossed my arms, readying myself for Sebastian's calm face. There had better be a good explanation.

As I expected Sebastian was no more surprised to see me outside his door than he would have if I were one of the servants. Only a slight widening of his eyes gave away that he was even the smallest bit surprised.

"Sebastian."

"Young master."

"Would you kindly inform me as to why you thought that it was appropriet to let me sleep so late." And why you have brought a woman into my house. The unspoken words clung to the back of my throat like a bad cough.

He gave just the slightest smirk and replied "Well young master, I thought that it would be best if you slept a little longer, seeing as how you have that ball to attend in a weeks time and you had no important matters this morning."

I nodded my head and narrowed my eyes, waiting for the man standing before me to tell me about the woman hiding in his room. Seconds ticked by in silence, neither of us moved or said a word.

Outside the Phantomhive Mannor . . .

The door wasn't open wide enough for me to see the person's face, but I could hear and smell him well enough. Contractor . . . boy? Normally they were adults, a few teen-agers, but never a child. I stood up, gently brushing the cat off my lap, and took a few steps toward the door.

"Sebastian? . . . Well I would never have thought, you let him give you a pet name." I said with a smirk as I crossed my arms.

The demon before me just barely glanced over his shoulder at me, hardly acknowledging my presence. I smirked again then sighed, what a tough cookie. I went over and gently pried the hand, finger by stubborn finger, off the door.

"It's alright, I won't bight him." I promised as I encircled his waist with my other arm. He sighed and leaned back into my embrace. All the tension slid from his shoulders as my Lord wrapped my slender hand in his own.

"I'm more worried about him biting you." His tone was deprived of his usual brand of dry humor, almost serious enough to be comical. Almost.

Controlling the Phantomhive Mannor

A voice like black velvet quietly slipped from beyond the door. It made my hackles raise and gooseflesh to form on my bare arms, I had heard that voice before.

"Sebastian, who have you been keeping company?" My voice cracked only slightly at the end, betraying how hurt I was.

My butler sighed and a small, pale hand opened the door. A sweet face, one with black hair and even blacker eyes, appeared over Sebastian's shoulder, it's lips curled into a cat-ish smile. The girl giggled and hugged his waist tighter.

"I'm El- . . . Eleonore."

Don't you just love cliff hangers? I know I don't, but they're just so much fun to write. *Insert evil fangirl face here*

Anyway, I finally got around to explaining the Point of view changed to a friend in a way that is makes sense, so I'm just gonna write what I said.

So basically, the story revolves around Ceil, Sebi-chan, and my OC, Elvera. I got the P.o.V. changes from the first two chapters, how Elvera was outside the mannor, Sebasitan was inside, and how Ceil just controls the entire thing. That make sense? Well even if it doesn't, that's the best way I can think of explaining it.