OMG WOW LOOK I UPDATED ! LOL THIS CHAPTER WAS SO HARD AND SO LONG TO RIGHT HAHA I WAS IN SUCH AN ANTI MOTIVATION SLUMP. ANYWAYS HERE IS THE NEXT CHAPTER. THANK YOU FOR READING AND REVIEWING ALL OF YOU WHO ARE FOLLOWING ME. OH I ALSO TAKE...COMMISSIONS? LOL IM CONSIDERING ON WRITING MY FIRST EVER ONESHOT SO IF YOU INTERESTED IN SOMTHING TELL ME IN YOUR REVIEW.

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R&R 3

"Mommy?" she said in shock and he laughed.

"Forget about it…ill talk about that later" he smiled.

Pushing her glasses up she took in the appearance of the boy. He was taller than Ceil even in the flat shoes that he was wearing. Sharp blue eyes shone with many emotions in the pale skinned face. The contrast was almost painful compared to the bright red hair that was pulled back and tied at the nape of his neck with a leather strap. The boy was dressed in casual finery therefore allotting the thought that he was definitely not lacking in money. The boy in question flushed as if embarrassed at her scrutiny.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Mmmmm about four days. You bumped your head when you passed out"

With brown eyes she continued to watch the boy. He did not seem as if he was meaning any harm towards her or an ill mind sight. "Where am I?" she finally asked and the boy looked her a smiled spreading across his features so large it looked painful.

"My house" he practically skipped forward and plopped himself on the bed. With caution she scooted away slightly the bow frowning at the action.

"And why am I here?"

"Because I told Deane to bring you here" he smiled swinging his legs back and forth

"Deane…"

"My butler"

"And why did you have Deane bring me here" she said calmly her eyes once again sliding over the room looking for any means of escape or a weapon.

"Because that's what I wanted" he smiled brightly. But then in resemblance to a candle going out the cheer left the young face to an exchange of darkness. "And I always get what I want"…

Fingers thrummed nosily with impatience and anger against a polished wooden desk. The fingers belonging to the blue haired Phantomhive perched in his large chair. His gaze followed the pristine butler as he entered pushing a rolling breakfast cart. Offering up a silver platter donned with a paper the butler bowed.

Impatiently he took the paper yet did not open it his eyes focused on the butlers movements. With calm and quiet precision Sebastian laid out the morning's meal.

"Sebastian report" Ceil said stiffly holding the paper in his lap.

"I have not yet come up with anything yet my Lord" the butler responded placing the silver tray beneath his arm. "I have yet to find any traces or clues that would lead to who the kidnapper is or where she is being kept hostage"

Ceil leaned back with a scowl perching his chin on top of his small knuckles. His eyes fell on the plates set in front of him. "Hostage huh…" his lips pursed tighter as a thought seemed to cross his mind "If she was a hostage wouldn't we have received some type of ransom notice or something by now. I mean it's been a week" he dropped the paper to the desk and picked up his fork and knife.

"Quite right young master. Which leads to a high possibility that this is not a hostage situation."

"Than what else could it be? What in the world does this case have to do with Meylene?"

Gloved fingers touched a masculine chin as the Phantomhive butler mulled over things "it is possible that we have looked over some information. That is really all we have to go from since it seems as if clues and trails seemed to be nonexistent. The clicking of the fork and the knife again a plate sounded in the room as the young earl ate his breakfast with contemplation.

"We need to go over everything that we learned about since the beginning of the case. If we do that we need…the letter Sebastian. Did you sort away that letter from the Queen on this case?

"Yes my lord. I shall go fetch that right away" turning he headed towards one the bookcases that lined the wall. Straightening the gloves that hugged at his wrists he began sifting quickly and efficiently. He produced the letter and headed back towards his master, bowing he extended it towards the boy. Wiping his hands with a sigh Ceil placed his hand cloth into his lap and took the letter scanning the contents.

"Alright so what information did we attain after this" a blue eye looked up from the creased paper.

"Well that would be the information that Master Lau provided when he showed up all of a sudden"

"Ah yes Lau." He leaned back letting his mind drift back….

"So you're telling me that you came to my house just to eat breakfast!" he shouted and the oriental man merely smiled at him.

"Now now we are friends aren't we?" he said slowly "And let's just say as I entered your office I happened to overhear your discussion with the butler….and I might have an idea for you" he smiled leaning

back into the soft cushioning of the couch as he handed his empty plate back to Sebastian. He watched the young lords face as he petted the women that clung to his side ever silent and watchful. Ceil

regarded the man quietly and with a slight look of distaste. If he had to pick an animal that this man represented it would definitely have to be a poisonous snake.

You had to be careful around the man for even his attendant was unnaturally dangerous, even for a human. On your side he was a useful contribution to the working of the underground. But Ceil had not

doubt that if he wanted Lau could sink anybody's company into the ground, him and that opium den of his.

"Well?" Lau smiled

"I'm interested but what it going to cost me"

"Hmm I simply would like to eat lunch here as well"

"That is all?"

"Yes"

"Well than you have a deal. Now spit out the information Lau" Ceil demanded leaning back I his chair his hands folded tightly.

"Well it's about the murders that have been occurring at the convention. It seems as if a specific type of family group is being targeted" he began as he fiddled and stroked the thigh of the women that sat

in his lap. So far eight out of the ten families that have been targeted have all been similar. A mother and father who are very affectionate with one another and obviously affection with their single

offspring, which seven out of the eight have been young boys. And it's always the mother that is killed leaving the two males or whoever alone without their female companion." He paused to look up as

Meylene entered pushing in a cart with a hot tea kettle and teacups for their guests. "And another thing, of the ten women that were killed, nine of them were red heads" he smiled and at this the maid

looked up.

"Well this happens to be quite useful don't you think my lord?" Sebastian commented as he passed out the new cups.

"In what way Sebastian, Hurry up and spit it out then" he scowled and this caused his guest to chuckle in amusement.

"Lord Phantomhive surely you don't see that this setup is perfect for you" he smiled and Ceil merely glared back at him causing the former to sigh. "Oh dear me I guess I'll have to explain this as well." He

leaned back with a stretch but then dropped forward propping his chin on folded hands. "A young couple one of them being a red haired women" he gestured to Meylene and then his finger pointed at the

young lord across from him "both parents very attentive to their single offspring. Such a family is the murderer's perfect target"

There was only the sound of clinking china as Ceil set down his teacup as he pondered such a suggestion. Leaning over Sebastian cleared away the dish and stepped back. A smirk spread over the young boys face and he looked up.

"Lau what a very good idea" he smiled his eyes swiveling over to his butler "Sebastian does this sound doable?"

"Of course my lord whatever you wish."

"I'm trying to see how any of this relates to Meylene but I'm not seeing any ties" he scowled dropping back against his chair.

"I will continue looking young master" he smiled collecting the dishes and putting them on the tray. Watching in annoyance Ceil allowed his body to slump using his hand to prop up his chin.

"And why have all the killings stopped? I mean he could have easily kidnapped other red headed women much earlier without causing all the fuss he did"

"Maybe his plans changed" Sebastian smoothly replied as he stepped behind the cart.

"Yes from killing all those woman to suddenly just kidnapping one and completely dropping all the murders…dead. Sebastian! Prepare my clothing we are going out" he shoved the chair back and got to his feet.

"Yes my lord…"….

The two males cloaked in black sat silently as the carriage lurched gently around them. Ceil clutched at his walking stick tightly his small brow furrowed in disbelief and disgust.

"To let things go this far" he scowled straightening with a jerk. "We have to find her right now" he seethed. His butler sat quietly just watching the young boy in silence. His eyes darting to the carriage window only to return and focus upon the boy, calculating. The butlers attention only solidified once they horse drawn vehicle came to a stop in the street. People walked up and down the sidewalks of the city chatting with each other as they hurried on with their daily lives. Dropping down to the cobblestone Sebastian held the door open while offering his other hand to help the early down. Letting the door swing shut he stepped back turning to follow his master as the crack of the whip sounded and the carriage bumbled off down the street a old man directing the carriage his quiet laugh getting lost in the noise.

Both of the males looked up at the sign with a sigh of dread and pre destined annoyance. The wooden sign painted with the dullest of colors hung heavy and large above the small shop. Pulling his hat down Ceil headed for the door "once again we are ending up here, at the Undertaker" the young boy allowed his older servant open the door for him before entering the morgue. The smell of formaldehyde and wood poured out of the building and into the street. The Phantomhive's nose wrinkled slightly in nausea as the chiming of the bell rang above him.

A cloaked man hidden by a curtain of silver hair rose from behind the counter a smile of delight crawling onto his face just like the spiders would eventually do on his customers. "Ah ha ha Earl it is you….Nice to see you, though I was hoping it was going to be some customers. I had been getting a steady amount of certain customers in with the mix of normals up until about a week ago." Long nails dragged across the wooden counter as the man slid across the floor towards the duo.

"So it sounds like you already know what I am here for then Undertaker" Ceil said quickly his voice tight with agiation.

"Of course Earl" he smiled leaning against a coffin that sat propped against the wall. Stroking the wood absent mindedly a terribly faked sob rattled itself from the undertaker's chest. "You only ever come to see me when you need information! Never to check up on me or to sit over the coffins for a cup of tea!" You and your hilarious butler are always in the biggest of hurries!"

The boy stared at the "sobbing" man with a look of exasperation. Rubbing at this temple he sighed. "Well yes because the people I work for are alive and are running on a timely schedule…whilst your customers, they have all the time in the world" he said flatly.

"Hehehe" the silver haired man chuckled and once again shuffeled towards them his hands covered by draping sleeves as he clutched them in front of his chest. "Alrighty than what can I help you with today?"

"All the red headed woman that have come from the families convention here in London. I want to know everything about their deaths and any clues about who might have killed them or anything else. Any information what so ever"

"Well information comes with a price" he smirked. Glaring at his butler the young earl turned sharply and walked outside. He had no clue what kind of things the demon ever told the undertaker and frankly about half the time he was happy that he didn't. There were some things in this world or out of this world, that he even he probably couldn't handle. Dropping back against the brick of the building a long sigh crawled up from his lungs and into the muggy air of morning London.

This case had gone from a simple mystery to an all out mess and had yet to prove that it had any rationality. To be truthful it was beginning to grate on the young boys nerves and he had even allowed him the thought of treason that he should have just turned down the Queen and told her to find somebody else this time. His single viewable eye watched the people that walked past him barely offering the young boy a glance. There were a few that recognized the boy as a member of high society and tipped their hats in the protocol of civil politeness which he responded with the bob of his head.

Yet nobody approached the boy, not much for friendships. He sighed one again and crossed his arms, people watching was not his favorite activity, and had never been his interest. That was until a flash of red caught his eye, two pigtails propped high at the sides of a women's head as she was dragged along by a young child capped in black and a man in similar dress trailed behind him. The women's protests were clumsy and from the distance she seemed to be grabbing at glasses.

"Meylene!" with a shove the Phantomhive earl left the wall and dashed out into the sidewalk. He ignored the yells angry or surprised people as he shoved his way through groups not carrying if he sent others tumbling down into the cobblestone. His cane banged hard against his partially naked calves bruising the tender flesh. This went unnoticed as he began to gain ground onto the threesome that was ahead of them. "Meylene!" he crashed into a female body arms automatically wrapping around the narrow waist as his face met cloth. That's when chaos ensued.

"My WORD"

"What in God's name!"

"Bloody hell!"

Looking up quickly Ceil froze drowning in a pool of embarrassed horror and what could possibly labeled as disappointment. The red headed woman stared down at him her blue eyes wide in shock.

'blue eyes…' he stepped back quickly coughing away his embarrassment. "Forgive me madam you happen to look very much like…one of my relatives that disappeared a bit ago and from a distance you looked exactly like her."

At this the woman and the elder man relaxed which only left what seemed the child to be fuming. "Ah that is quiet alright dear" she smiled. "You just gave us a fright that is all. No harm done"

"Thank you" he bowed slightly and the woman nodded lightly.

"Though I do hope that you find your missing family member soon. We shall be off than" she gave a small waved and ushered her son on. The man tipped his hat to the Phantomhive and followed his small family, leaving the earl glaring down at the cobblestones 'what a pathetically stupid move!' whirling around he all but stomped back to the undertakers shop. Sebastian opened the door to lead his master back into the room only to find the boy walking across the street towards him.

"Why young master where ever did you go?" he asked in surprise

"None of your business" he huffed coming up short in front of him.

"Ah that you saw Meylene did you?" the smirked curled up the corners of the pale man's face deviously.

"Shut up!" he shoved the man aside and nearly ran into the shop his anger growing larger with the butler's inquiry. His distaste showed clearly on his face as he looked at the silver haired man was half draped across the counter choking on the remnants of his laughter.

With the shake of his blue haired head the earl sighed "some things in this world will forever be from my grasp"

"Now my young Lord that does not sound like you at all" Sebastian commented in amusement which he received a glare for.

"For some things in this world I never wish to attain Sebastian." With that he gave the man his back and turned is focus solely on the undertaker. "Well I take it that you found my butlers source of payment to your satisfaction"

"Hehe of course young lord. As always" using his overly long sleeves he wiped at his mouth and straightened. "Shall we sit? Depending on how many questions you have this may take awhile" At this the trio headed to sit inside the parlor, amongst the coffins and the ever lingering of taste of death. Sitting down Ceil watched the undertaker as he rocked back and forth on his heals.

"Well of course you know about all the ladies that have been killed at the convention"

"Of course, I know the numbers and such"

"Then I shall not have to worry about that. Well first of all the way they died. They were all kidnapped and killed in the same manner." He dropped his elbows to the top of a stack of coffins, leaning against them "Each of the victims came to me with a large welt to the back of the head" he pointed to the stop tracing an invisible circle "which looks like it was left by a glass bottle, due to the size and shape it looks like it was a beer bottle. Poor saps" he cackled. "Then they were shot."

"Shot?"

"Yes shot. Three times to be exact. Once in the right calf, then in the just above the right breast and then right through the temple. "

The queens guard dog sat in simple confusion. There seemed to be no information or leads, anything that would represent what the three shots represented at all. He fiddled with the large blue ring that sat on his gloved hand.

"And that's not all" Every single woman has had their dresses caught on fire. Never burned completely but the evidence there is very obvious" he turned around in a small circle. "And they were all covered in alcohol." He leaned back.

"Really?" Sebastian spoke up suddenly; a thoughtful look had crossed his features.

"What is it Sebastian?" he asked

"Such incidents remind me of something. That I am not quite positive yet. He stood straight with his arms crossed. "But I think that this might have just given us a possible lead to solving the case." The young boys gaze focused on the man with an impatient gaze.

"Well hurry up and remember it already. At least we know that coming all the way out here hasn't been a complete waste of time then" he scooted off the coffin he sat perched upon. He raised his arms as his butler came forward with his coat. "Thank you Undertaker I will be using your services in the future"

"There is always a need for information young earl" he smiled. With a bow to the undertaker Sebastian followed Ceil out of the building.

"We shall head back to the mansion" Ceil ordered stepping into the carriage as Sebastian held the door open.

"Of course young master" he stepped up after the young boy his eyes scanning the crowd as they went about their way. Shrill cries of a young boy filled the air as he stood on the corner waving around the daily newspaper, trying his hardest to get people to buy the paper. Black eyes narrowed in suspicion and he shut the door behind him. 'if what I think this is then this could be a problem. A large annoyance' he sunk into the carriage seat quietly 'it's time to wrap this up' he crossed his legs hands rested in folded position on his knees.

'Do not worry I won't let you be harmed" he promised.

Pulling back slightly she looked at the man "A Phantomhive butler is always true to his word" she whispered. With a smirk he chuckled.

"As an order the young master always told me to tell the truth"

"Then I guess I have nothing to worry about then' he looked back his eyes falling on the boy across from him 'this has been dragged on long enough. I have had it' …..

"Sebastian I will have my tea in my office" grabbing the banister he headed up the large staircase that lead from the entryway to the upper levels of the manor. The softest thump of wood against carpet was the only sound that could be heard as Ceil headed down the hallway and into his office. Heading for the kitchen the butler peered out the window at his two blond male co workers. Finny sat just far enough away from Bard so that the birds of the courtyard would come and 'talk' to him.

The actions of the young boy were watched with amusement as the cigarette sitting between his fingers burned shorter and shorter. The war veteran's eyes locked with his, questioning filling the human orbs as he awaited an answer. The two servants had merely been told that their co worker had merely gone missing during the trip she had accompanied the young master on. No more and no less. With a shake of the head Sebastian dashed the hopes of the Phantomhive chef and turned his back to the window as he began to prepare the afternoon tea. He began to prepare the silver rolling cart efficiently taking notice of the footsteps that entered the kitchen.

"We seem to have too many dishes recently" the voice sighed behind him.

"Yes the cabinets have been rather full" he responded calmly looking over his shoulder at him. "Is there something that you need Bard?"

"A full explanation would be nice. But I won't be getting one of those any time soon now will I?"

"Quite right" he smiled only to receive a sigh accompanied with a look of exasperation.

"Though can you tell me if you have found out her whereabouts at all? Any bit of information that could be useful. Not asking for details here just wanting a yes or no answer is all" He leaned back against the counter exhaling a steady stream of smoke towards the kitchen window his blue eyes focusing on the demon butler. The pale man looked back at him through strands of ebony hair. His hands stilled after he set the kettle down on a cozy.

"Yes" was the only word that slipped from his lips. At that the chef's eyes crinkled as his mouth crooked up. "Thanks for that Sebastian" he turned heading for the door.

"Of course" he turned back to loading the cart only to stop again to register the man's next words

"Thanks. Not for the information but for trusting me with it" when Sebastian turned he found that the chef was already outside once again sitting and watching their Hercules like gardener.
'Humans are amusing creatures' his attention was pulled forward as a bell high on the wall rang. It was the bell from the Earl's office. "Ah yes. The young master's tea" he grabbed the tray and placed it on the cart heading for the Earl of Phantomhive…

It was definitely an ugly ceiling, no decorative turns or twist just a plan slab of rock. Meylene continued to stare at the ceiling like she had for the last couple of hours. A tray that had once been full of food sat at her bedside, empty. At first she had been hesitant to touch the tray and upon noticing this the boy had leaned over and taken a bite of every item on the plate. The thoughtful action plus the fact that he was not laying in a twitching convulsing pile of flesh on the floor calmed her suspicions and she proceeded to eat…

She sighed stretching out across the top of the silk sheets. Her red hair that was released from its clips flowed out clashing sharply with the solemn gray sheets. Her heavy sigh of boredom shook her small frame as she rolled over onto her back. 'I wonder if everybody at the mansion is doing fine' she shook her head in self disgusting 'of course they are fine. Jeez Meylene its not like they really rely on you for anything. All you really do is mess up by putting shoe Polish on the banister railing and drop dishes. Not really the kinds of things you rely on' she sighed stretching her body out as long as she could murmuring in satisfaction at the feeling and the popping of her joints. Coiling back up she allowed her mind to refocus on her "family". ' I really hope that nobody has attacked the mansion...the last time that happened miss Elizabeth was over having master ceil teaching her chess. Then Sebastian had to play the violin to cover up all the noise...Sebastian…'something she had been avoiding for the entire time of her capture was that of letting her mind wander to the tall imitating man she worked with. With a sigh of failure she gave in and let her mind wander ' "Se-Sebastian!" she tried once more but found this only a escalation of her embarrassment as this time her body paralyzed itself with shock. Never in a million years did she expect Sebastian Michaelis to act in such a

way towards her. Against her will her eye slid shut as she felt the man above her stroke her bottom lip with his thumb.

"Ehh ah" If possible her body upped a level of rigidness as he pushed the digit further into her mouth to touch her tongue…"Say 'ahh' Meylene" he whispered and the maid slapped her hands over her face instantly in effort to stop a nosebleed that would make old faithful jealous.

"S-S-Sebastian!" she stammered leaning back farther and farther over the edge of the sink.

"Come on now it's for the young master" he smiled pushing the food towards her mouth…"A pleasure to meet the acquaintance of such lovely young women" he said with the tip of his hat and a heart wrenching smile.

"And quiet a flatterer" she added with a sniff of annoyance and he had the shame to smile sheepishly as several of the women flushed giggling and fawning.

"Forgive me my dear but my heart only quickens for you" he said silkily and even with all the training in the world this actress couldn't stop the bright red blush that lit up her cheeks and she hid behind her fan averting her eyes.'

Shaking her head violently she brought her mind back to reality. The next memory was her favorite. The first time Sebastian had kissed her. Her hands clutched tightly at her chest ' this mission could have been one of the stupidest things I've ever done in my life. Sebastian will do anything for master ceil even fake emotions to all expressions of affection. He performed each action flawlessly' She covered her face as it burned. It was the sound of a fist against wood that broke her thoughts. Swallowing the large lump that had risen in her throat she sat up "yes?" The door opened to reveal the mansions Butler.

"Madam the young master wishes for you to meet him outside in the garden"

"Um alright" she slid off the bed skidding her feet into the slippers that were now placed at her bed side. He stepped back opening the door with a bow. "Um it's fine really. I don't need to be treated like this" she protested her hands rose in nervousness.

"Of course you must for you are my master's guest"

"um but" her mind barley had the time to register the shock as the man was no longer in front of her.

"Don't worry I won't harm you" his hot breath ran over her cheek as she tensed feeling his body against her back. "The reasons my master has interest in you are completely different than mine. Your smell is rather different than those around you." She pushed away turning to face him quickly unsure if she should be offended or not. "Don't be alarmed for I was not insulting you. Truly take it as a compliment" he bowed hiding the smirk that had perched itself upon his mouth. "I'm sure that Butler of yours would agree" her eyes widened a fraction

'How in the world does he know?'

He straightened turning. "I shall lead you out to the young master" he began to defend the stairs only to stop.

"Wait!" Meylene stood at the top of the stairs her hands fisting in the dark green material of the dress she had been given. Her eyes narrowed with wariness cloaked in a veil of anger.

"How do you know that about Sebastian he was my husband at the convention?"

"Yes at the convention he was. But that was merely a part played out due to your young masters wishes I believe. The Earl of Phantomhive"

"..."

"my young master bid me to find out as much information as possible, and Sebastian as he is currently called was only a plus in the equation" "you know how creepy that sounds" "forgive me" he chuckled bangs falling across blood red orbs. "Well I have meet Sebastian before this...and I happen to know things about him that would make your heart pound in fear." He straightened his cuffs with a snicker. The women at the top of the states glared at him with growing malice, emotions tumbling inside of her body, darkening brown eyes.

"You mean. The fact that he isn't human?"

"What?" Unhindered shock dawned over the man's face "how did you..." "and that your not either" "..."

"Are you ever going to lead me down to your master?" Her hands came to settle on her feminine rounded hips as she looked down at him. With a calculating gaze Deane regarded her carefully

"Of course madam" he turned heading down the spiraling staircase. The walk was long and cold as the duo traveled throughout the castle. Even as they neared the entry way not a single window was to be found.

"This mansion…" she began

"Castle..."

"Excuse me?"

"It's not a mansion this structure is a castle"

"Alright...a castle...this castle is rather old is it not? Even though the stone and such do not show wear" at this he looked over his shoulder at her

"If that is the case than what makes you think it is old"

"There are no windows...modern day constructions are always built with windows. Whilst older buildings weren't due to the fact that they didn't have sufficient heating or glass for windows" "Well aren't you quite the scholar"

"In my spare time" she sniffed. Walking up to a coat rack the Butler lifted off a shawl and a sun hat.

"Here put these on and I'll show you the rest of the way. Doing as she was told she followed him outside

"Cute..." the grounds were maybe half the size of the Phantomhive manor but much more colorful, every flower that could possibly bloom in the country of England filled flower bed upon flower bed creating a living Mosaic.'Who would think that something like this would exist here'

"Ah!" She turned to see Carter standing in the middle of the garden. His trousers were rolled up to his knees his shoes and shirt sitting in a pile away from him. She watched as a smile broke over his face as he dropped the trowel he was holding to the ground and headed towards the pair at a dead sprint. "You were taking so long I thought you weren't coming down Meymey!" He slammed into her hugging her tightly.

"Carter!" 'Meymey?'

"I've been waiting out her for the longest time. I really wanted to show you my garden"

"It is indeed a very beautiful garden" she smiled taking silent noticed as Deane slipped away into the castle. "You know" she looked up into the sky "it looks like we might have a thunderstorm tonight. I really hope we do it's been a couple days and we haven't seen rain at all"

At her comment the small hands that fisted in her back tightened. Looking down a disgruntlement look crossed over his face.

"You okay Carter?" she pushed back strands of hair from his face. Despite him being her kidnapper. She couldn't help but show concern for the small child. He had not done any real harm to her and children were a weak spot to her.

He nodded turning his back to her grabbing her hand "Come on" he looked over at her and smiled brightly "I'm planting more flowers!" gathering her skirts she followed the child unable to help the smile that lifted her mouth 'I'm not sure what to think'….Sighing she collapsed onto her bed with a groan. She had been on her hands and knees with Carter they entire time planting flowers and various potted plants until Deane had announced that it was dinner. The meal had been rather noisy and full of laughter and voices. Even Deane who to her surprise had joined in yet never sat and continued to wait on the pair properly. After that she and Carter had gone to the library to put together a puzzle, which during that time the young master had fallen asleep his head using her knees as a pillow. Rolling over she sighed feeling the cotton of her nightgown twist around her body like a lovers arms.

"Well!" she sat up quickly "To brush my hair and off to bed!" grabbing her brush she began to push it through her long red stands until her hair began to shine. 'It seems that the only way I will be able to get out of here is if I gain their trust completely and sneak out. For no doubt Deane will be up all night so there is no way that I can escape just using the night as my cover. For he will definitely be able to overpower me once more' dropping the brush to the top of the vanity she head back to the bed and slid into between the sheets. With a sigh she leaned over blowing out the single candlestick that sat tall and proud on the nightstand. Darkness swallowed her immediately and she didn't care to wait for her to eyes to adjust and allowed sleep to take her into its hold.

It wasn't the wind, the rain or even the thunder that woke her it was the screaming. Brown eyes snapped open as the sound of a young boys screaming rang through the castle echoing and bouncing off the walls. Yanking the sheets from the bed she swung to her feet blindly only to step back as her door slammed open bouncing into the wall. Her eyes were able to make out small Carter standing in the doorway, crying.

"Meymey!" he cried running forward and slamming into her "It's too loud!" his shrieks growing louder as the thunder boomed around the castle shaking it as if a giant had its hold on the stone structure. The red headed child continued to cry and it clicked for Meylene as she fell back onto her behind holding the child. 'He's afraid of thunder. That explains the reaction this afternoon.' She looked up to find the butler standing in the doorway. "A cup of hot milk and honey will be suitable for times like these" she said quietly and he disappeared as if melting into the darkness. Leaning back she scooted both of their bodies into the bed pulling the blankets up around them. Laying back she allowed the boy to curl into her heat, his sobs quieting into sniffles as she hugged him closer. "There there"…

Sebastian held the flickering candlestick in one hand and the silver tray in another. Steam rose from the tray as the frothing milk began to cool. "A rather bad storm tonight" Setting down the tray and candlestick. He lifted up a small decorated bowl and a small spoon. Dipping it inside he smiled at the young earl who had propped himself up. Lifting up the spoon thick, sticky golden liquid began to drip from the spoon "How much young master?"