I cleared my throat that now burned like the eternal fires of hell. I tightened the towel around my body, then leaned closer to Sebastian. My lips were centimeters away from the fragrant skin of his neck. His pulse beat was so strong it felt as though it beat against my lips. A shiver fingered down my body. My throat ached and yearned for the sweet crimson nectar inside of the butler. With a fiery inhale, I calmed my now excited body. I will not kill this man, and with that I bit into neck. The taste exploded in my mouth like paradise, warm, hot and sultry. Sebastian's arm wound around my waist and pulled me on to his lap. The high of feeding enveloped me in a sensual haze. I had never experienced such a taste, even when I lived in the palace with Amun. It made me lustful, ecstatic, and free. My towel fell from me but I didn't care. Sebastian's hands explored my body, spreading warmth through my icy body. As I fed my cares lifted, only this moment meant anything to me. I held him in a grip that should have broken him. I straddled him and looked for a way to be closer to him. I pressed my body to the bared skin of the butler wanting to be closer and warmer. After I while, I was full. I then licked the wound to close it.

"Are you still alive?" I asked.

"Very," he answered looking indifferent.

"Good," I got off of Sebastian then covered myself with the towel. My head was light, things seemed to glow and sparkle as I looked at them. I laughed as I realized what was wrong with me. I am high. Giggles erupted from my body as he left. I got dressed in a haze. I hummed while I dressed, it was a light tune, child-like in its simplicity. Feeding always made me feel 2000 years younger. Once dressed, I skipped out of my room to the hallway.

"Your eyes,"Sebastian sighed then placed two fingers on the bridges of his nose.

"Oh, what color are they now?" I asked

"Crimson," he answered.

"Well, bloody hell." I cursed.

Sebastian POV

Crimson her eyes are crimson and her pupils as big as olives. She was intoxicated, absolutely and completely.

"Are you capable of working?" She looked pretty stable on her feet, even if she was bouncing in place.

"Absolutely !" She saluted and bowed to me at the same time.

"Alright," I would have to keep an eye on her when I can. She smiled her eyes shifted in color, pupils reduced to rhombus slits.

"Do not slaughter any one, I will supply blood for you. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir!" She laughed. Her behaviour was exhausting I hoped she would still be efficient in her work.

Lillian POV

I did my work quickly and efficiently. Everything sparkled in its magnificence.

"Ay short stuff," Bard called, walking down the hall.

"Yay! You're alive!" I turned around and hugged him,"Oh you smell really good." I let him go and smiled. Blood flowed to his cheeks. The sight was rather attractive. I made myself look away, the blood made my mouth water. I cleared my throat and smiled, looking at the beauty of the dinning room.

"I wanted to thank you...You know for saving my life." Bard said scratching his head. I didn't look at him but his warmth was inviting.

"Bard think of me as a guardian, I will protect you and everyone in this manor...but if you jeopardize my schedule like that again...," I looked up at him,"well even a good girl has her limit."

He looked down at me with a confused expression. I smiled and walked away. I went to the garden to see if Finny needed any help. I walked out into the warm Sun and sighed, enjoying the warmth.

"Lily!" I heard Finny yell, he tackled me to the lush green grass,"oops sorry." He laughed a bit and pulled me up as he stood.

"It's fine. Is your work complete. Do you need any help with your work?"

"I am supposed to be weeding the field the garden, I could use your help." He smiled

"Alright, race you to the garden." I ran towards the garden.

As we weeded I noticed that sometimes Finny would look at me as if he had something to say, then look back at his work.

"Finny is there something you would like to say?" I asked smiling.

"I was wondering did you have any family?" He asked

"Well I did once...they were killed...My lady...She was like a sister to me and she passed recently."

"You're all alone?" He asked looking sad.

"For now...I could use a nice friend..." I offered smiling.

He smiled back," We can be friends."

We got caught in conversation and sat in the grass and talked. "You seem happy," he stated.

"I...I am not sad." I replied and stared up at the sun smiling a bit then closed my eyes. Suddenly, the red of my eyelids turned to black, someone was eclipsing my Sun.

"I am sure there is something you two could be doing in stead of loitering and smiling like idiots." Sebastian said. I opened my eyes and frowned.

"Kill joy," I complained.

"Come now, Lillian, the young master would like to see you." He smiled a fake smile.

"I wonder what for..." I murmured. I ran to the manor in a manner that felt more like flying. My worries seemed to melt away. I had messed up, my assignment died, but people die all of the time. Sarah would thank me fir the years I protected her and tell me to live on.

"Master, you called for me?" I asked as I walked in to the study. He was sitting at his desk his nose in a book. I wonder did he ever enjoy his youth, or did he just sit around and frown everyday.

"Lillian,"he said not looking up.

"Yes," I answered toying with the ends of my hair, the blood had made it grow...I would have to cut it at some point.

"Where is Sebastian?"

I looked behind me and shrugged, "I guess he couldn't keep up."

"How are you?" Ciel asked setting down his book.

What an odd question for the young earl to ask. Since when did he care about a lowly servant such as myself?

"I am quite alright."

"That is good...I presume." He said his eyes examining me meticulously.

I had the urge to hug my young master. He was just so cute. I just wanted to eat him up.

"Lillian," Sebastian rebuked. I rolled my eyes.

"What?" I complained, he rose an eyebrow,"I would never feast on Bocchan, ever. I'd eat you first ,Sebastian. Does that make you feel better?"

"Eating? You will not be eating anyone,"Ciel ordered severely.

I guess he's right I won't be eating anyone, more like drink them dry.

"You're right, I won't be eating anyone." I agreed smiling.

"You are quite smiley," Ciel said with unparalleled arrogance,"have you gotten over your mistress' death already? She must not have meant all that much to you."

I froze the smile on my face,"I shall never forget, but seeing as I am just waiting to die now I might as well enjoy the ride, no?

I earned a smirk from that comment,"I see." He said.

Bocchan was a brat, a cute brat, but a brat all the same. My temper was something I had to watch out for in this form. Some one could bump into me and I might snap their neck. I calmed the rising anger in my body and kept my smile on my face. I suddenly wanted to hug that brat again, to take that bundle of joy and squeeze him...until he stopped struggling. Oh my...That's a horrid thought.

"Come here?" Ciel said, his eye trained on my chest.

I walked to him slightly annoyed at his ogling. I stopped a few feet away from him.

"Closer," he demanded. I shuffled closer. He reached towards my chest. I gasped a bit then realized he was after my necklace. I chuckled to myself. The necklace was absolutely luminous, shimmering in the sun light flooding in from the wide window. Its general almost pulsed with the lucid, ethereal, blood red depths nestling a gold glowing feline eye that seemed to blaze with intensity. I leaned closer to Ciel he seemed as though he wanted to touch the amulet. I would have taken it off for him to look at, but the curtains were open.

"I have seen this before..." He mumbled then began searching through papers on his desk.

"Have you now?" I asked smiling.

"Where did you get that necklace?"

I was examining the ends of my hair again. I heard him stop searching through papers.

"Originally or recently?" I asked.

"Both."

"It is a bauble given to me by a sorry excuse for a man first, then my lunch second." I looked up from my hair and gasped my heart stopped. Master was staring at a picture of a young maiden, defiled , and branded with the image of my amulet. He's coming...