CHAPTER 4: BROOKES MEETS MY MASTER

~SEBASTIAN~

The girl, fell asleep shortly after the journey to my Master's home began. She had rested her head on my shoulder. I was shocked…stunned more like it. I didn't know how to handle this human. Something told me to let her rest, and I did. She was human, and humans needed rest. She had a hard life. Her bruises and scars told me that much. I had never worried about a human before, but she could see more into my soulless eyes, than I could see into her soulful ones. That is probably the only reason I may have been remotely frightened of her. But even then, I let her rest. I could have taken her soul, and forgotten she even existed, but no. I did the right thing. I let the poor beggar girl sleep.

When she finally woke up, she stared at me. I kept my head straight. I didn't look at her, but I did smile. And I guess she caught that smile.

"What is your name?" She asked. She didn't show fear like the other humans who faced me, the other humans aside from my master.

"Sebastian. Sebastian Michaelis. And yours?" I spoke to girl.

"Rissa. Rissa Brookes." Her eyes, her green eyes looked into my red ones and I did my best not to laugh, but I smiled. She kept trying to see into my soul, and I waited for her to realize, that my soul was nonexistent. I found it so amusing as she kept trying to find a soul that wasn't there. I never understood why humans always felt like they needed to know everything. But I guess that is why I found those souls of humans so delicious. I guess knowledge had a flavor.

I realized the carriage had stopped, so I exited and escorted this, Rissa out. She kept staring at her. I enjoyed watching her think. It amused me. Even the smartest of all people I had ever met couldn't figure out anything interesting about me. I found it amusing how every time she looked at me, it was as if she was trying to understand me. No one could ever understand me. I was a demon with a hunger for souls. And this human girl believed she could understand me. She could never understand me.

Before we continued walking, I caught a whiff of her soul. I felt like a rouge vampire in this sense, but the scent overwhelmed me. My eyes began o glow. I could feel it. I tried not to look at her, but she peeked into my eyes. And nothing about her changed. Her breathing remained calm, and she didn't flinch, sigh, or gasp. She just stared at me. I turned around with her hand in mine and began walking toward the mansion.

As we walked, I noticed how she stared straight ahead, trying to sneak peeks at my face every now and then. The walk wasn't to long, but for her, I could tell she felt it seemed like years. When we reached the door, she stopped moving. She stared at it. I was afraid she had gone into shock. Then I saw her reach out to touch the golden knockers my Master had requested. She found them exquisite as well. I smiled and I took her hand in mine. I guess one could say, we opened the door together.

When she stepped inside, she stared in awe at everything around us. The stairs, the windows, everything seemed to have such an effect on her. Her wandering, green eyes glimmered as the sun hit them. It was interesting to me. Everything about her was different than any other human I had ever met. She looked up at me and asked,

"Who lives here?" Her eyes seemed like she was getting clarification on some matter I knew nothing about.

"Ciel Phantomhive of course." I replied. I watched her energetic aura drop to a much more sad and reflective one. She continued to tell me how she used to take care of the young Lord. She told me of the fire, and how some of her scars were from trying to rescue him from the fire. She didn't know he escaped. The story was very dramatic, but I could read in her eyes that it was a truth. The eyes, they give everything away about a person. I assured her the young Lord was alive, and that brought joy to her eyes.

Then the master began to walk down the stairs. I wish I could have said something, but with Lord Phantomhive as my master, I did what he told me. Nothing other than the sort.

"Sebastian! Who is this person you brought into my home?" I looked at the master and before I could mutter a word, he began shouting again.

"Peasant! What are you doing in my house?!" And that was when I realized I had to do something. Until I realized, Rissa had begun to cry. She sat there and she cried.

"Why are you crying? And what are you doing in my home?!" The young Lord had become less angered, and more confused. I began to speak, but then that beggar girl interrupted me.

"Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive. Have you forgotten the one Marissa Brookes who nursed you as a child. The fifteen year old girl, whose grandmother helped take care of your maids and butlers, and your mother and father's needs. Have you forgotten-"

"What?" The master replied coldly. She took his face in her hands. This was too much. I had to intervene. I ran up behind her ready to attack. It is my job after all. I am one hell of a butler.

"Sebastian. NO need for violence at this time." The master spoke to me. I bowed.

"As you wish my Lord." I replied. Marissa, or so the girl told us her name was, looked up at me. She seemed confused. I wasn't holding anything in my hand. My expression had not changed. I simply stood there, staring into her green eyes. And her green eyes stared back into my red ones. I looked at her, with concerning eyes. I did not want to kill her, but if my master wished it, so be it.

My young Lord began addressing her by the name Mari. He told of how he remembered her, and how he remembered how much she cared for him. I had never seen my Master so happy. Not since I was hired. He looked like he could cry. I even saw a faint smile on his usually dreary face. And she began to cry. That girl began sobbing, and in doing so, she hugged my master. I was shocked. I heard her tell him she loved him. And when my young Lord replied he loved her to, I was in awe.

She stood up and came over to me. I just stood there. I didn't know how to react. This girl…this strange girl who always had pain in her eyes, now had a glimmer of happiness run through them. She would make an interesting meal…

She hugged me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, closed her eyes, and hugged me. I returned this kind gesture. She didn't let go. She didn't worry. She could sense something inhuman about me, but she didn't let go. And then she kissed my cheek and thanked me for taking care of Ciel. I smiled, and kissed her lightly on the forehead. She was so innocent. I told her there was no need to thank me. I am simply one hell of a butler.

She began thinking at that moment. I couldn't tell all too clearly what it was about, but I could sense it was about me. I began to wonder if she had figured out I was a demon yet. It would have been interesting if she did.