Disclaimer: I don't own Black Butler or any of its characters. I only own my oc.

Warnings: SLASH and THREESOME RELATIONSHIP

A/N: In this chapter, you learn a bit about Saphira's past. Ciel and Saphira get a bit closer. Also a Sebastian/Saphira moment!

Chapter Two

Saphira clenched her jaw as the whip hit her back once again, refusing to make a sound and give the sick bastards who held her prisoner the satisfaction. She had been captured over a week ago during an ambush. She had been patrolling outside the stone wall that surrounded the Fae Kingdom when she was suddenly attacked from behind and surrounded. It was 7 against 1, but she refused to go down without a fight. They nearly killed her, but as she laid on the ground drowning in her own blood, they decided it would be better to see if they could get any information from her regarding the royal family. Saphira told them nothing, not when they beat her to near death, not when they whipped her for hours, not even when they injected vervain, a herb that causes Fae immense pain and is practically poisonous to them, into her blood stream. She didn't scream, nor did she talk. The royal family of Fae were dear friends to hers and she would die before she gave up their secrets.

The sound of her cell door opening snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Dalek, the King of the Elves. He had a dark, twisted smirk on his face as he stared at her broken and bloodied form. She glared hatefully at him, a snarl on her face. Dalek tsked.

"Why is it you refuse to talk, Lady Nightray? Surely you must be in a world of pain."

Saphira spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor. "Go to Hell, asshole."

"Such foul language for one of your status."

Saphira only sneered at him.

He smiled coldly at her before turning to the man that held the whip. "Athos, clean her up and bring her to my chambers. Make sure she is dressed appropriately."

"Yes, My Lord." Athos immediately responded, Dalek leaving seconds afterwards.

Saphira tensed, foreboding flooding through her so intensely she feared she would pass out. Whatever happened next, she knew she wouldn't like it. Not one bit. Athos set down the whip and knelt next to her, unlocking the shackles that bound her wrists and ankles, which were raw and caked in blood. Helping her stand, as she was unable to by herself, he lead her out of the dungeon and through deserted hallways of the Elven Palace. Saphira couldn't keep up with the twists and turns, and it didn't help that her vision kept fading in and out as exhaustion enveloped her.

It wasn't long before she found herself in a foreign bathroom, two servant girls ordering her to strip as they started the bath. When she stepped into the hot water, her tense muscles relaxed, the water quickly turning dark pink from the blood that covered her body. The servant girls washed her, making sure to be careful with her wounds. Once that was over, she was forced into a thin strapped white nightgown that reached mid-thigh and clung comfortably to her upper body. Her hair was brushed and braided, silver eyeshadow surrounding her eyes. Athos nodded in approval when he saw her before he proceeded to drag her into a large bedroom where Dalek was waiting. Saphira's blood ran cold and the foreboding feeling intensified. Dalek smiled at her, waving dismissively at Athos. He approached the redhead, eyeing her head from toe as he circled her.

"If there's one thing I'd admit about the Fae," he started as her stopped behind her, a hand on her waist, "It's that the women are positively stunning in their beauty. And you, my dear, are no exception." he whispered into her ear.

Saphira fought back a shudder of disgust, remaining silent. Dalek sent her an amused gaze, but Saphira could see the obvious interest in his eyes, which intensified her fear. Dalek was not easily interested, especially in women.

The golden blonde haired man tugged her toward the pair of chairs that were before the fireplace, gently pushing her onto one. He grabbed two glasses of tea from the small table next to the chair and handed her one, taking a sip of his own. Saphira took the glass, knowing better than to refuse it, and eyed it warily. She hesitantly took a sip, noticing immediately the way Dalek's eyes gleamed as she did so. She narrowed her eyes at the conformation that something was, in fact, in her tea. Warmth suddenly shot through her body and she started to heat up, her blood boiling. Her eyes widened and she clutched her stomach at the familiar feeling of arousal.

"W-what did ... you put in that t-tea!?" she gasped out, falling from the chair as her body spasmed.

Dalek kneeled in front of her, grabbing her chin to lift her head up. "A simple aphrodisiac does wonders to the body, doesn't it?"

Horror filled her at the implications.

"I do want you willing, after all."

Saphira shot up, trembling as her breath came in harsh pants. She pulled her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth, tears falling from her eyes in silent streams. Azazel stirred from where he was sleeping on the bed beside her, tensing when he saw the state of his fae.

'Ira? What's wrong? Was it another nightmare?' he asked with deep concern, slithering up to her.

The door to her room suddenly opened as Sebastian entered the room. He paused when he saw her. "Miss Saphira?" he asked softly, eyebrows furrowed.

Saphira flinched and looked up, her trembling worse than before. She relaxed, just slightly, when her brain processed the face before her. "Se-sebas-tian?"

Sebastian approached her, a bit unsure of what to do at the moment. He turned his head when he felt the presence of his master behind him.

Ciel stared at Saphira with worry as he moved to stand just in front of his butler. He gently placed a hand on hers, both him and Sebastian noticing the subtle flinch at the contact. "Saphira?"

The redhead looked at him. "Ci-ciel?" she blinked, looking around as her mind came back to her. Her body visibly sagged with relief. "He's not here. He's not here. I killed him. He's not here." she let out a hysterical laugh, more tears falling.

Ciel sat on the bed next to her, keeping a soft grip on her hand. "Who's not here?"

Saphira bit her lip, closing her eyes. She took a deep breath before opening them again. "It's bit of a long story."

Ciel looked at Sebastian. "Cancel any lessons or appointments I have today." he ordered. "And get something for Saphira to eat."

Sebastian bowed his head. "Of course, young master." he said before he left, but not before he shot the red headed fae another glance.

Saphira sighed and rested her chin on her knees. "Remember yesterday, when I told you that I had been captured and tortured?"

Ciel nodded, having an idea of what was wrong. Nightmares of his time of torture plagued him still.

"Well, first you should know that the Fae were preparing for war against the Elves."

"Elves?"

"Beings much like me, only they don't have wings. Their features are inhuman and they have pointy ears. Anyway, one night I had been patrolling the wall that surrounds the kingdom and was attacked from behind. Seven elves had ambushed me and I fought them until I was drowning in my own blood, though I managed to kill three. Instead of killing me, they took me to the Elven Kingdom, where I was locked in the dungeon of the Elven Palace. For days they-"

She paused when Sebastian entered the room with a tray full of scones and a glass of milk. Saphira beamed at him before she downed the milk and quickly ate a scone. Sebastian stood in a corner of the room, making Saphira raise an eyebrow.

"You may sit on the bed, Sebastian. Standing there will get tiring."

Sebastian looked at Ciel, who nodded. The crow demon moved and sat on the edge of the bed by Ciel. Saphira smiled and cleared her throat.

"Moving on. Uh," she tried to remember where she left off. "Oh!" she sighed, wincing slightly. "For days the elves, or one in particular, Athos, beat me for hours, used whips, daggers, anything that might make me break and tell them the secrets and weaknesses of the royal fae. I refused to speak, to scream even. The only time I screamed actually was when they injected me with vervain."

"Vervain?" Ciel questioned.

Saphira nodded. "Vervain is a herb that is deadly to all Fae. It causes unimaginable pain and is borderline poisonous when too much of it is used."

Ciel's eyes widened and Saphira realized that he wasn't wearing his eyepatch. She admired the eye with the symbol for a moment with interest. Sebastian remained silent, though he was watching Saphira intently.

"The torture lasted for about a week and a half. Then things got worse. Dalek entered the picture. " the redhead couldn't help but flinch as she mentioned him. "Dalek was the Elven King, a cruel, cold hearted bastard. He was one of the few that enjoyed killing."

"What happened?" Ciel's voice was soft.

"He had me cleaned up and brought to his room."

Ciel's eyes widened even more, his blood running cold, and Sebastian's face darkened. Both had similar ideas of where that was heading.

"He slipped me aphrodisiac by putting it in the tea I knew I'd be forced to drink, had I not drank it on my own. He said he wanted me willing." her breath hitched and she held her legs even tighter. "I was his toy for the next two weeks. His Pet. Even made me wear a collar that suppressed my abilities. I was forced to go everywhere with him, bow to his every whim. If I didn't, I'd get whipped or beaten. He got a kick out of showing me off to his followers, parading me around like a trophy. That bastard even got me pregnant, but I lost the baby a month or so after I escaped due to a battle. Ironically enough, Dalek was the cause of the loss. Stabbed me in the stomach when I was engaged in a one on one fight with him. I managed to put an end to him, but the damage was done. I spent the following couple months recovering from everything he put me through." she sighed, relaxing her tense muscles. "Most of my scars are from the time I was in the Elven Kingdom. I vowed never to step foot in that place again, even if the current queen is one of the kindest women I've ever meet."

Ciel's eyes were filled with horror and Sebastian's face was dark. Azazel wrapped around his fae comfortingly and she lightly scratched the top of his black, triangular head. Saphira looked around again, a thoughtful look on her face.

"I'm surprised this room is still in one piece. The last time I had a nightmare about Dalek, the entire room was in flames." she commented absently.

Ciel blinked. "... Flames?"

"Yup. It was a good thing fire can't hurt me. Anyway, enough of this depressing stuff. Lets do something fun. I've actually been wondering what it'd be like to spar with Sebastian." she sent a wink to the demon.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "You wish to spar with me?"

Saphira nodded. "I know you're a demon and I've been curious since I first started reading about you. Where I come from, this world is nothing more than a book and tv series."

"So you know about the Contract?" Ciel asked hesitantly.

Saphira nodded again and sent the young Earl a soft smile. "Yes, I do. And I completely understand."

Ciel felt relief fill him, though he didn't show it outwardly.

Sebastian stood. "I would love to spar with you Miss Saphira."

"Do just call me Saphira, Sebastian, or even Ira."

"Saphira then."

Saphira beamed and made a shooing motion with her hands. "Out so I may change."

Both males left the room and Saphira got out the bed, stretching. She went to the wardrobe and took out a pure green multilayered buds long gothic Victorian dress . She changed into it and slipped on boots before brushing her hair. Taking out her duffel bag, she opened it and started to take out items. Minutes later, she had a thigh sheath on her right thigh that had 5 Chinese daggers in it and a dagger tucked into each boot. She left the room and wasn't surprised to see Ciel and Sebastian waiting for her. Both their eyebrows raised when they saw her. She twirled.

"How do I look?" she asked. "Sebastian made the perfect choices in dresses."

"You look lovely, Saphira." Sebastian said, Ciel nodding in agreement, a slight flush on his face.

"Thanks. You ready to spar now?"

"Spar? You plan to fight while wearing that?" Ciel asked in disbelief.

"A skilled fighter can fight wearing anything. This also won't be the first time I've sparred in a dress. So, lets go!" she exclaimed before running to the open window and jumping out of it. She landed on her feet and grinned when Sebastian landed next to her with Ciel in his arms. Ciel looked less then pleased. Saphira chuckled as she moved around the yard. She looked at Sebastian, who had set Ciel down.

"So, are weapons a yes or a no?" she asked.

Sebastian shook his head. "I want to see your skill without weapons first."

Saphira nodded before she lunged at the demon, doing a spinning kick in the air that he barely managed to dodge. Ciel watched closely as the two locked into a battle, almost looking like they were dancing as they invaded each others blows and sent their own. The fight became more intense as the two got a feel of the other's skill. Ciel was impressed at the skill Saphira was showing as she held her own against the demon without breaking a sweat and he subtly admired the way she moved.

Saphira dodged as Sebastian threw a punch at her and grabbed his wrist, using his own speed against him as she flung him a couple feet away. She ran at him and hit her hand firmly against his chest, sending him back a few more feet. He ran at her and managed to wrap an arm around her waist and twist and arm behind her back, but she twirled away and ducked under the arm around her, grabbing it and throwing him over her shoulder. He landed in a crouch and kicked her legs out from under her. She retaliated by tackling him by the mid-rif, causing them to go rolling. When the came to a stop Saphira was underneath the demon, though they both had the other in a hold that with one sharp tug would break the other's neck. They stared into each other's eyes, their breath a little faster than usual from the fight. The world around them seemed to disappear for the moment as their gazes stayed locked together. Both were intensely aware of the almost intimate position they were in.

"Tie?" Saphira said eventually, after her breathing had calmed.

"Tie." Sebastian agreed after a moment.

They released each other and got to their feet. Ciel clapped and the duo bowed to him. Saphira looked down at her dress.

"Ah, I'll go change." she said, plucking a few strands of grass off her.

"And I shall prepare lunch. Young master, Saphira."

Sebastian walked inside while Saphira hugged Ciel before she moved until she was under the open window she had originally jumped from. She leapt into the air, grabbing the windowsill and hoisting herself inside. She went into her new room and quickly changed into a pure white version of the dress she was wearing now. Once changed, she joined Ciel, who was now in his study. The two settled into playing a game of chess to pass the time, Sebastian joining them once lunch was done.