Chapter 5: His Hands.
I recognized it right as I saw it. It was a blackish-purple hue. It was right in the middle of his left hand. Te. Tra. Gram. Ma. Ton. Just like on my wall at home.
"Wha- What is that?" I backed up to the mirror on the stone wall.
"My lady, whatever are you talking about?" He grinned his terrible, devilish, smile.
"On your hand." I pointed to the slim hand. He had black fingernails too. Either this dude is a serious creep, or he's... the devil.
"Oh that little thing?" He slipped on his gloves. "It's nothing, my lady." He did that cute thing with his head, again.
"Sebastian." I stood up straight.
"Yes, my lady." He grinned.
"You're... not human." I smiled back. My face flushed.
"Indeed." His eyes flashed a fuchsia color. "Now. May I place the ring back on your finger?"
I stuck out my hand. Outside, I looked determined as hell. Inside, I was shaking and dying. Is he going to eat me?
"Now, let's take you to the young Lord." He pushed open the door for me, and we walked to the study.
"Thank you." I smiled up at him. "Sebastian." He smiled back down, and excused himself to go fetch some tea.
"That's better." He stared at me. "Of course. That dress." He mumbled. "Now. Why are you here?"
"I am here for a job."
"A job?"
"Yes, young Lord."
He sat down, twirled his chair around, and faced the window.
Sebastian rolled in with the tea. "Perhaps she be used as an assistant. I assure you, she will be a strong worker, young master."
For once, I really wanted to praise the devil.
AN: Sorry for all the confusion! In chapter 2, she ends up in the front yard of the Phantomhive manor, and remembers her life before she was homeless. In chapter 2, she starts remembering, but in chapter 3, that's where it's explained. Also, sorry if you love Ciel, he's a bit of a bitch in this story... Sorry, again!