FIRST MEMORY
A flash of pain shot through my head after hearing Sebastian's accusation, as if something was stopping me from remembering. "I… I can't remember."
Sebastian's master walked out of the building, Sebastian following closely. After taking one last look at the grinning Death Reaper, I followed the earl back to his home in London.
It was getting late, so Sebastian put the young master to bed. Then, he took me to a small room, a servant's room, in the mansion.
"Helina Archuleta," he addressed.
"Sebastian Michaelis," I mimicked.
"Word your true intentions. A demon never does something without intention."
I sighed. "Sebastian, I have no memories."
"And do you know who might've stolen your memories? A Death Reaper, perhaps?"
"I do not know."
"Or you may have erased your own memories, to hide something?" he mused. "For you to have woken in this specific town just as the Young Master was here. Don't you find that strange?"
"I do not know," I repeated.
His icy glare fixed on my eyes. "That is quite inconvenient. If any harm comes to my master, any harm whatsoever, you will die, understand?"
I nodded. Sebastian was a powerful demon, probably one I couldn't defeat.
He left, probably to do some butler things that I did not understand. I spent all night trying to remember memories, but was rewarded with only flashes of pain in my head.
When dawn finally approached, I went to the butler's room to find Sebastian ironing a newspaper.
"What do you plan to do at this household?" he asked without looking up.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Surely you don't plan to intrude on our peaceful lives without some sort of payment?"
"I am in the care of you, Sebastian. Do what you like with my time."
"I would just kill you," Sebastian said, taking out several polished silver forks. "But I am bound to the Young Master. Instead, I will teach you the proper butler aesthetics."
In the next week, my nights were filled with "training" from Sebastian, which usually ended in a lot of blood loss from me. During the day, Sebastian and the master, whose name I learned to be Ciel Phantomhive, would go out investigating the matter the Queen sent them here for. Sebastian didn't allow me to go along, but I didn't mind the peaceful silence in the mansion.
One day, Ciel and Sebastian returned with important evidence. It was the same day I had my first memory.
"Helina," a girl's voice called out in the fog of the forest. "Kill them." She flipped back her long, blonde hair to reveal a blue contract seal on her neck.
I took off my glove to reveal a matching seal. "As you wish, my Lady."
Easily, I slashed through the fragile, soft skin of the humans. We continued deeper into the forest. The girl collapsed.
"My Lady!" I bent down and picked her up. "Do not strain yourself, your health is already poor."
She waved me off. "That is of no concern to you. We must find the Death Reaper."
I smiled. Dinner was almost ready.
My heart raced. What did this mean? I had a contract with her, that girl. The contract seal was faded on my hand, but not gone. She was still alive somewhere.
"- return to the manor house," Ciel was saying.
"Young Master, it would be wise to return soon. Leaving those people alone for so long…"
"But we must complete the Queen's work. With this evidence, I trust that you can find more. This is an order, Sebastian. Fine the kidnapper of the marchioness!"
Sebastian bowed. "Yes, my Lord."