Sebastian POV

"Lillian you should really lie down." I walked towards her where she stood in the dim light of the morning sun. Her body was smudged and soot and burned badly. The robe that she wore must have burned off in the fire.

"I watched it, just as I promised," she whispered then collapsed. It would seem she had managed to use all of the strength lent to her as a guardian in one morning. I chuckled; the girl was very dedicated to her work for someone who just started here. I picked up her small body; she was only slightly taller than my lord. Her frame so small, so delicate seemed as though it would break under my hands in her current state. Lillian looked feeble, which was an odd sight. She held herself in such a way that made her look strong. The way she held herself made her small waist look gripped with strength; she looked less like a maid but something more. Lillian was generously endowed so it only added to the look of her natural small waist. To see her in such a state as this was odd, when she is always standing tall. To see her unhealed wounds, brushes too close for comfort with the fire, seemed taboo. As if I was seeing something unheard of, perhaps this was something I should not have seen. Seeing her so obviously hurt, as her body lie on the bed, made me want to help her. The notion was foolish and surely came from the looks of a distressed higher being.

At any rate, it was time wake the young master. I exited Lillian's room; as I walked down the too familiar halls I thought of the little guardian. There was something different about her opposed to other of her kind. Unlike humans, she wasn't a slave to her emotion, she was well disciplined and in control of them, until night time of course. Emotion, what a silly concept of life, especially when irrational feelings like love plagued the existence of the living. Lillian had made the mistake of loving her assignment, it had caused her nothing but trouble, though the unwavering loyalty and dedication to her work was admirable. I had never seen a more needlessly hard worker than her. In truth, isn't she just waiting out her days in this world?

I opened the door to master's chamber; he was sitting up in bed staring out of the window intently. I did not open the drapes, so he must have spent some time figuring them out.

"My Lord, you're awake."

"Yes, I am awake. It is possible for me to still sleep with all of the commotion this morning. What happened?" he seemed irritated instead of worried, but what else to be expected of my Lord.

"My apologies, Master, there was a minor kitchen accident." I answered placing my hand above my…heart and bowing. Master stared at me blankly.

"I trust the accident was taken care of."

"Of course, my Lord," I plastered on a soft smile." Now let's get you dressed."

I dressed the young master, and then escorted him to the dining room. I then retrieved the breakfast Lillian prepared. The food was still hot, steaming even; she didn't make this by hand. I pushed the food already assembled on the silver cart to the dining room. I set his breakfast in front of him.

"You have a breakfast of lightly seared salmon, mint salad with raspberry vinaigrette , chocolate scones, and strawberry crepes this morning," I smelled the tea quickly," and your tea is Earl Grey."

Ciel was busy reading a newspaper that had been place on the table for his benefit. He seemed fully preoccupied with reading it when he took the first bite of salmon.

"Your cooking differs drastically from Lillian's." he commented thoughtfully.

"Might I ask how so, my lord?"

"Her cooking has something…more added to it. More of an essence, if you will, she enjoys cooking. This means that when she cooks there is a certain charm to her food. Have ever heard of a mother saying she cooked a meal with love?"

"That is not a familiar statement, no."

"Well it is a foolish saying, but in respect to your cooking that is what best describes the difference." Ciel was quiet again, reading the newspaper article that he only pretended to take mild interest in. After a moment he looked up from his paper, "Where is Lillian?"

"She exhausted herself earlier, I told her to lie down." I frowned a bit, thinking of her appearance as she left the kitchen. She looked near death. That thought troubled me, perhaps because if she died I would have to remold my schedule.

"Have you learned anymore about her?"

"Nothing compared to what I will know once she wakes."

"Do you plan on an open interrogation? That would be rather uncreative."

"No, in her fierce dedication for the morning schedule to go unscathed, she used every bit of her guardian energy."

"Guardian energy?" he set the paper down. It would seem I earned a moment of the little brat's attention, what an honor

"Guardians are not born, they are made. Each guardian was something before they were accepted in to be a guardian," I explained, smiling internally at the glimmer of interest in his eye.

"What was Lillian?"

"Ah well, we find out when she wakes."

The young boy seemed confused, not quite grasping the connection between my words. He stared at me, waiting for my procession.

"Energy is granted to every guardian, it refills daily without the need of food, or sleep. A guardian's energy suppresses their original form. Lillian managed to use all of her energy; there is none left to suppress her true form."

"Can one replenish this energy?" he took a moment then ate more of his breakfast while he waited for me to answer.

"Yes."

"How might one do this?"

"It depends on what the person was prior to becoming a guardian," I knew this would cause confusion so I continued," say the person had been human, an unlikely occurrence but not unheard of, that human would have to eat and sleep for a few days to restore their energy. That is seemingly harmless, but let's says they were a…demon. An over abundance of souls would be required to replenish the energy."

"I see; I am curious as to what Lillian was."

Lillian POV

"Look at you. Immortality his become you most beautifully, my little dove."

"What have you done to me?!" I shrieked

"You are my queen." The handsome face of my captor filled my vision. The rich almond color of his skin, the warm amber and green depths of his eyes, and that arrogant smile, the face had plagued my existence. His lips fell upon my neck, "I said I would have you. Everyone leave! We require privacy."

The others in the room scurried out quickly. My heart pounded against my chest, intuition told me what my mind could not yet fathom. The strong arms that once attracted me trapped me in an inescapable embrace. My garments of silk and gold were torn away from me. We lie on the great gold bed already, he pinned me and I screamed and cried as the inevitable happened. My tears were a river streaming down my face. Unwanted kisses met my lips, neck, and body as he forcefully entered my body. Taking my last bit of dignity, purity, pride, and freedom away from me, he did it without a moment's remorse.

"You are mine now, you will always be mine. No one will ever love you like I do and no one will ever want you. No one can or will ever want or love a tainted little whore like you." He held my face roughly in his hand then shoved it away from him as he finished breaking me. I lie on the blood tainted gold sheets now an empty shell, my body had been ravaged. Anything salvageable he came back and took later. All of my hope drained out of me leaving an unholy burn. A dry ache, a yearning, a pain I would do anything to stop, a pain so graciously satiated as a women and her child was pushed in the room.

next this was but a dream

I jolted upright in bed screaming, this action put my face in the light of the sun streaming out of the window. I hissed as the sun burned my skin.

"No!" I shrieked realizing my current state. I dashed to the curtains and shut them, immediately grateful for their heavy build. I had used too much energy; I had reverted. My throat burned like the eternal fires of hell. I ran to a mirror, unable to believe the transition, and gazed upon my face. Blood red tears streamed down my face as I beheld the monster in the mirror. My eyes were pitch black with dark circles, my canine teeth glistening wetly with thirst.

"No, no, no," I cried wrapping my arms around myself and falling into the far corner of the room, beside the bed. I could hear them, the sweet, wet, sultry sound of beating hearts pumping salty sweet nectar through the veins of five feeble humans. The sound tormented, trying to coax me out of my room, to beckon me to lose myself in the heavenly ecstasy of feeding. I hissed in frustration. I sat in my dark room with my hands closed around my throat, trying unconsciously to smother the flames from the outside. I was trapped by the sun, alone, huddled in the small corner beside the bed, trying so hard to ignore the sweet symphony of the pulses in the manor. When knocks hit my door I panicked.

"Stay out! Stay away! Don't come in!" I choked out my throat burned knowing that blood was so near, just behind a fragile wooden door. The door opened despite my protests. I held my breath so I wouldn't smell the beautiful crimson dancing through the veins. Though I held my breath I still felt their warmth in the room. The warmth that felt like a cozy fire to ice cold skin, my skin could never dream of keeping such warmth for long. I could feel their pulse against my lips. My teeth bared, my neck strained away from the beat of salvation from my pain. They walked closer, too close. The steady music of a fragile beat pulsed through my body; more temptation added to the burn and yearns. I sprang for my prey sinking my teeth in the warm, lush flesh of an unsuspecting human.

The blood was like paradise. The soothing warmth filling my cold dead body, touching me like an unknown drug, this is the epitome of feeding. The blood was sweet, salty with a spark of something magical, something unimaginable. I had never had anything like it. Thousands of virgins were supplied to me in the castle none of them had ever made me feel like this. All of my cares for the life of this human vanished. The fact of the matter is, they were just too delicious to ever stop. Every part of my body warmed with the introduction of blood, unladylike moans slipped from my mouth, my body shuddered at the change of temperature. A sense of euphoria seemed to fill me. The warmth was welcoming as it soothed my too hot throat. It singed my fingertips making them ever sensitive. The skin of my prey was smooth, not yet losing it warmth. My nails ripped clothing and I pressed my icy body against my victims, desperately needing the feel of the cozy fireplace in a forgiving home. The sensations filling my body made me moan and writhe against my only heaven. Blood trickled from my mouth, making a slow warm trail from my mouth down my neck.

"Vampire," the voice of the butler surprised me; it was slightly strained from the sensations plaguing him. Even knowing this I didn't want to stop. I felt terrible and amazing, hot and cold, with the knowledge of my prey.

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-Empress Lilly