ALRIGHT HERE IS THE FINAL CHAPTER: I am terribly sorry that it took so long to come out...um I got sidetracked alot and lost alot of motivation. I think I kind of rushed to get it finish . but I really felt it was time to get it out. So here it is and please read the AN at the end. Well for those still reading ENJOY

"Maylene…" the sword dropped properly to his side as he stared at the woman in front of him arms spread wide."You'd do well to listen to adults next time" she joked lightly looking over her shoulder at him "Now behave Ceil" she smiled dropping her arms and she tripped sideways. Two sets of blue eyes widened as red liquid seeped and sprawled its way across the light yellow material that made up the maids dress. She smiled at the Phantomhive boy before nature and gravity took over. With the closing of eye lids and a sigh she dropped, hitting the ground with a thud…...

Blue eyes trembled in shock as they focused on the body sprawled across the ground, shades of red clashing across the ground. "M-Maylene" The Phantomhive boy stared down at the body that lay at his feet 'why?'

"She was an idiot!"

Ceil's attention flew upwards to look upon the boy who had caused all the problems. Carter stood his arm still raised as he stared in horror at the women that had fallen because of his shot. His blue eyes were wide with disbelief as he panted, red hair sticking to pale sweaty skin. His chest rose and fell rapidly causing the gun he carried to shake. Trembling steps carried him back two steps as he shook his head in disbelief. "All that work…and it's gone…" he swallowed and a chuckle filled with loathing pushed from his mouth. "Waste"

The young earl stared in disbelief at the simple word "What?" anger heated his stomach and he felt the blood rush to his cheeks "You git! What the hell is that about!" he shouted "You kidnapped her and kept her here, shot her and then you say she is a waste!" his fingers tightened around the handle of his foil small adolescent shoulders shaking. Red hair fell across blue eyes filled with annoyance.

"She's a servant and easily replaced no? She served her purpose while she was here did she not? She then ran out of time" he shrugged his shoulders his hands once again steady. A look of putrid resolved coated the pubescent boys face as he once again raised the gun and pointed it to the earl "just like you will also run out of time Ceil Phantomhive"

"I know all about you…" he dropped down to his knee pressing a hand to the women's shoulder. Relief and hope stampeded his mind as the petite shoulder rose and fell in shallow waves 'shes still breathing!...Maylene just wait until Sebastian comes back!' he got back to his feet a mask of hate pasted to his face.

"What?" Carter paused confusion crossing his face.

The blue haired youth looked up anger burning bright in his eyes. "Your past…your mother…family. That's why you're doing all this, because they were all murdered and-"his voice died in shock

"hehehe…hehehe.. !" maniacal laughter split the air as the boy clutched at his sides, laughter spewing from his mouth like vomit. "ah..huh..ah..huh.." he pushed tears from his eyes as he straightened a cynical smile twisting his mouth "You must have seen that newspaper article then"

"That and I know about the relationship you had with your mother" Ceil replied, disgust brimming at the edges.

A snarl nearly spilled from the red heads lips "don't act like you know the whole story!"

"Oh" the Phantomhive boy asked eyebrows quirking as he propped a hand on his thin hips. A cold breeze swept across the grounds causing the grass to roll in waves. The silver glow of the moonlight seemed to make the ground come to life, letting the shadows come alive and play a game of midnight tag across the two boys face.

"The reason they were all dead, "he bit the tip of his thumb "was because I killed them"…..

"Your right I loved my mother, and by societies standards we had an odd relationship. That I will acknowledge full heartedly. Yet It was a good relationship full of love and trust…or so I thought. I had an older sister and a brother though they were already out of the house and didn't come home much due to the fact that my brother was out as a traveling salesman and my sister was attending a boarding school out in Wales. But sometimes they would come home and visit. When they did the house was always full of laughter, yet they never stayed the night.

They would go to a friend's house and then come back in the morning. Always at the same time, nobody wanted to be home when the sun started to set for that was when my father would come home... always drunk. Sometimes he wasn't so bad, he'd be so gone that my mother would help him up the stairs to the bed and then go ready him a tonic for the splitting headache he was sure to have in the morning, she even did this on the nights when he wasn't so nice.

He would come home slamming the already breaking door open. He'd be yelling and throwing a fit over something...then he'd begin to throw things at my mother and me. If that wasn't enough then the beatings would ensuing. Oh I know what you're thinking why didn't you just fight back? Well I tried once and that didn't work so well...My father was a large man and fighting back pissed him off my more than anything else. I had tried that one already. Couldn't see past the swelling in my left eye for 3 days" his lips curled back in disgust, fingers tightening around the shaft of the weapon.

"But it had been like this for as long as I could remember, the same cycle on and on and eventually my mother and I became very close. After my father's rage of fits he would go in the bedroom and pass out, then me and my mother would go to the stable…" he trailed off quietly but then anger sprang alive like a wild animal on his face

" that was until that day. That day started out like any other. My father got out of bed to eat the breakfast that my mother had sitting on the table. After the front door closed I went into the dining room…" he drifted off and seemed to distance himself from the story and became the narrator.

"Morning mother, has father left for work?"

"Yes dear now come down and eat your porridge before it gets cold" the curly red headed women smiled at the boy as she set the bowel and the food down. Carter scooted into his seat and began to eat as he was told. The front door opened and two older red headed individuals

"Mother! Carter!" a young man and woman came inside carrying packages.

"Oh good morning Peter! Julia!" the mother chimed happily as she came out of the kitchen drying her hands on her apron/ She received a kiss on each cheek from her eldest children before they sat down grabbing breakfast.

"My break ends at the end of the week so I have to head out in the morning mother" Julia announced as she scooped up a spoonful of sugar.

"And for safety I have decided to head back with her" Peter tacked on as he mussed his brothers hair.

"Shove off Peter!" carter snapped smacking his hand away.

"Carter mind your manners!" his mother scolded

"But mother!"

"no buts!"

"…yes mother" he pouted and went back to eating.

"So that means you'll be staying a little bit later then?" she asked scooping up the empty dishes. "You could at least say goodbye to your father and eat supper with me and Carter" Silence fell over the dining room as she finished cleaning the table. "Come on just for one night, we don't ever get to see you anymore" she looked over her dish pile at the.

"Alright just for tonight" peter sighed and he turned a smirk towards his little brother. "But if we share a bed tonight you better have stopped your bed wetting"

"YOU CHEEKY BUGGER! The young boy launched himself at the adjacent red headed boy and they hit the wooden floor with a thud.

"Boys!" their mother yelped and jumped backwards away from the fray of bodies on the floor. Julia snorted and laughed clapping her hands

"Come on Carter; show Peter how you've grown!" the two brothers continued to wrestle on the floor.

"Now come on you two before you knock something over! Or hurt something!" their mother protest dodging out of the way of the flailing limbs. She sighed giving up and headed back into the kitchen "Julia come help me wash up the dishes please"

"Yes mother" she sighed and lifted her skirts as she danced around her brothers and entered the kitchen…..later on that day…

"Mother how about Peter and I go out to get the dinner ingredients"

"Alright sweetie thanks for doing that. I'm going to hang the laundry out on the line while you go see to that"

Carter sat quietly on a stool watching the scene unfold before him, there was no laundry to be done. That had all been done yesterday. His brother and sisters walked back to the front door to replace boots and don hats and bonnets. "Do you have the shopping basket mother?" Julia asked as she fastened her cloak about her shoulders.

"Ah yes right here" she came forward and aided her young daughter in sliding the basket onto her arm. "Now do me a favor and tell Mrs. White at the bakery that I do say hello and that I will still be hosting the ladies Sunday bible brunch at the house as planned.

"Yes mother" taking the arm Peter offered her the related pair stepped outside into the morning sun and headed for the market.

"Now take your time dears and mind your manners. I don't want a rumor mill started" she said propping her hands on her hip. A smile spread across a soft mouth as they waved in acknowledgement and headed down the hill. Closing the door she turned back to look at her youngest son who pushed in his chair and headed for his parents room. Turning the mother removed her apron and draped it over the chair.

Pulling the simple pins from her hair she followed her son down the hall and into the last room on the right. Her son already had removed his shirt and was clumsily folding it and putting it on top of the nightstand like he had been told. He turned blue eyes dead serious as he sat on the bed to look at his caregiver "Come"….

"Mother we are back!" Julia called as her and Peter entered the house the previously empty basket now full under the young man's arm. Their youngest sibling sat in the family room staring at the entry way.

"Mother had a slight headache so she went to lay down for a little bit, though she should be up in just a few moments." He explained as their mother failed to come out and greet them.

"has she come down with something?" Peter asked taking his hat in hand. The boy shook his head

"I highly doubt it, she just got up a little bit earlier than usual I think" he frowned in concern his head dropping to the side slightly in thought.

"Of course mother would" Julia sighed heading for the kitchen "And it's not like our coming here is event that big of a deal…but she was always one to blow things way out of proportion. The two males didn't move from their spots as noises came from the kitchen as footsteps came down the hallway.

"Ah Peter your back, I suspect that Julia is in the kitchen" then she questioned her feet carrying her in that direction. Peter nodded following his mother into the adjacent room while the youngest of the house sat staring, transfixed at the dappled sun light that fell through the leaves of the tree that stood proudly just outside the window as if acting as a guardian against evil for the buildings inhabitants. The young child snorted in irony 'that would be really helpful if that was the case. But obviously that is not going to happen anytime soon' sliding off the chair he headed for the kitchen where his family members were gathered.

Hours of laughter and housework passed by quickly, drawing nearer and nearer to the end as the sun began to fall down to rest in the sky and his sister the moon began to come up for her shift. The tension in the house began to grow and it reached its peaking point when the door swung open. Silence fell upon the dinner table as all bodies turned to face the older man that stumbled in. Brown eyes raked over the dining room scathingly, yet surprisingly mostly sober.

"Peter, Julia I see you have decided to grace us with your presence this evening" he grunted as he sat down at the table, his wife getting up immediately to start serving supper.

"Yes Father" Julia replied meekly her hands folded in her lap tightly while Peter just sat tight lipped

"Now now let's just eat our supper and enjoy each other's company" carter's mother laughed lightly trying to desperately lighten the mood.

"Why don't you just shut up" he snapped at her and yanked the dish out of her hands "Women are meant to be seen not heard"

"Father!" Peter jumped up his hands on the table "You don't have to yell at her"

"Shut the fuck up boy!" he snarled turning his raged eyes towards the young adult. "You are not too old for me to tan your hide!"

"But you don't have to be such a codger" he snapped back, young hands turned into angry trembling fists mixed with fear as a loud clatter sounded through the house. The chair bounced as it was sent crashing to the newly swept floor.

"Barney!" she gasped looking at the trembling man, murder clearly lit brown eyes as they shook with rage.

"You shut the fuck up you wench!" he snarled and swung his hand back striking the older woman across the face. With a cry of pain and surprise her body hit the floor with a thunk , bashing her head against the wall. Silence fell. Nobody moved.

"Mum!" Carter screamed leaping out of his chair and dashed around the table.

"Stop right there!" the man snarled and with a squeak the young boy came to a stop to look up at his father, here the color drained from his face for he was not looking into enraged eyes shaking with intoxication but down the barrel of a gun. Carter stared a the weapon in confused disbelief, not really hearing the swearing of his brother or the terrified whimpers of his sister. It was like the air in the room had been stolen by the fairies that his mother swore filled the meadow that lay just outside the town, no one seemed to breath. Then like a clap of thunder all hell broke loose.

What happened next happened in a blur, shouts, screams, swearing, crying, crashing and above all the sickening crack of a gun shot. At this the room began as still as a graveyard.

"But Mum just cleaned the floor this morning" Carter protested as he watched little rivers of blood glide across the un even wood of the floor. Looking up he watched the color drain from his father's face as his shaking hand pressed a gun to the chest of his wife, his finger had said hello to the trigger, and now his wife had a date with death.

"BASTERD!" Peter screamed as the now lifeless husk hit the floor, There was a scuffle as Peter sent their father flying to the floor and wails like the shrieks of a cat rolled out from his sisters throat.

"Hm" Carter looked down as his foot was bumped, the gun had been knocked across the floor and had come to rest at his feet like a loyal dog waiting for the rest of his orders from his master. Bending at the waist he scooped up the weapon and caressed it quietly, his blue eyes darting between the manmade object captured in his grip and to the two men writhing like snakes on the floor.

"Your in the way Peter" he said flatly as he brought the gun up and fired. A scream of pain tumbled through the air as Peter hit the floor blood flowering out across the pale green of his tunic and he rolled clutching franticly at his shoulders.

"Bloody hell you're making this worse than it needs to be" he scowled at his sister whose shrieks and wails had become most dreadfully annoying. With the twitch of his finger blood spouted from her neck and she hit the floor blubbering and drowning.

His icy gaze now turned to his father who scrambled backwards in fright, a wall stopping his travel.

"Now, now Carter you're a good boy. You wouldn't shoot your old man now would you. I mean I raised you, roof over your head and all" he stuttered, eyes bulging out like a fish as he shook. A snorted rolled out of the young boys nose as he walked forward.

"here at least let me fire two warning shots" BANG! BANG! He watched the fat hands hit the floor with a sickening thud "Into your head" he stepped back a couple steps to avoid soaking his shoes with the blood that leaked around the floor. He looked around at the four bodies that lay around him. Dropping the gun he headed for the door way smacking the candles that lit the table, letting them touch the table cloth. He ignored the fire that slowly began to engulf the dinner table just as he ignored the tears that filledi his eyes "mother..." he stopped in the doorway contemplating the heat that began to swell on his back 'maybe I should just stay here and let the house take me down as well…no'

"I accept your invite from earlier in the month!" he called and sure enough his sight disappeared and so did the feeling of his body, all that was around was darkness and a voice. "Make the contract" he sobbed….

"y-you killed them you killed your family in cold blooded murder" Ceil stammered staring the at the boy that stood across from them.

"Hehe I told you that I did didn't I" he chuckled calmly watching the myriad of expressions that swarmed the Phantomhive's face like beeves to a hive. "I mean really, after that bastard killed my mother the rest of them were absolutely and utterly useless to me. Annoying pieces of human flesh that my mother had gathered around her to build a little nest" his hand tightened around the gun in anger "She didn't see that all she needed was me and look where that got her!" he whirled around his eyes wide and livid "So I went looking for replacements! No one seemed to match up! WASTE OF TIME! It all was!...but then at that little family gathering…

("Ceil! Ceil! Where are you going!" she shouted and said boy skidded to a stop on the cobblestone pavement in shock and he turned to look at the women who called him in such earnest. She stumbled out of the carriage steadied by the tall man who exited after her.

"Ceil come back here" she said relief spreading across her face as her brown eyes found him amongst the crowd. The ebony haired man looked at him sternly

"Heed your mother boy! Come back here at once!" he ordered and with a scowl the boy walked back over)

"There it was the rose red hair, pale skin and liveliness that had left this world with my mother! I wasn't sure at first for she seemed to be lacking something that my mother…no something my mother should have had. I was just around the corner from where your "family" exited their carriage" he murmured "But then later on I saw it"…

(The group of females began to become increasingly harsh with their judgments and grow louder only to come to dead silence at the click of a fan. Maylene looked up from her now closed fan a look of calm on her features.

"Really ladies…to judge her as such. As I recall Lady Cassidy has helped you all in many ways, especially you Marie" she said addressing the women had started the gossiping. Her eyes flickered back to scan the group. "Plus think about it would you expect her to dress in any other way. She is a bold woman, one of power and personality. She's a gentle woman with a heart of gold yet bests her own husband at the foil on a daily basis. She herself taught her boys to ride and her aim with the bow is superb. She cares for the sick and those in need. A tidy lady with the steadiest of hands with the needle and thread yet at a moment's notice can take up the sword to defend her children like a lioness. The support of her household and her husband and yet there are those here who would spread vile rumors and slander her" she said firmly and quietly. Nobody said anything but merely avoided her eyes.)

"There it was! The strength to stand up to others and not deal with the shit that was thrown around in the world! Also it helped that it seemed Deane had taken a likening to her as well. He may be a perfect butler but even for demons workmanship approves if it is something that can be held of high importance" he turned his bright eyes darkening as they fell upon Ceil "But of course you had to come in and interfere on every single one of my plans. If you had just let things take its course things could have been so much easier for the both of us"

The blue haired boy glared back "Don't be such a bloody twat!" he seethed "Nobody takes what is mine! Do you understand! Plus in your little search you harmed many innocent people as you went! Causing enough ruckus that it was brought to the attention of my Queen, you are now my job and I will see it through till the end!" at this the boy lunged forward plunging the clean blade through the air to aim at the adjacent boys chest. Tripping back Carter dodged. "You must be dealt with!"

Dodge "You bloody Phantomhive it is not I who will be dealt with!"

Heeled feet slid across damp grass as from a distance a watched could have viewed two growing boys in the midst of a tussle amongst the ruins of a castle. One skillfully brandishing a sword that was alight with anger while the other danced away with hairs breadth of room only to laugh, the gun held tightly and swung around by an uncontrolled arm. Even from a distance the smirk that crawled up on the red headed child's face could only be seen as evil as he finally swung the gun up.

BANG!

RIP!

Ceil stared in horror as he dropped to his knees, his shocked blue eyes trained on the grinning face of the Carter as smoke curled out of the barrel of the gun.

"Goodness" Ceil coughed trembling as he looked at his empty hands then up as the gun tumbled down to the ground with a huff as it hit the ground.

"You fucking wench" he snarled as he looked down at the blade that penetrated his chest, a clean blade now being covered in blood up to the hilt which was being held steady by a firm hand that turned into a slim arm, fair shoulders, craned neck into a face twisted with malicious anger.

"That is the last time you will point any dangerous item at the young master." With the flick of the rest and bend of the elbow the sword retracted and its victim fell to gravity in the opposite direction. The ex assassin clutched at her chest as she watched the boy hit the ground "It is the maids job to clean up the mess" she panted and turned to look at Ceil a smile spreading over her features "Sorry I'm late"

The young earl stared in shock and in the next second was rather out of character, for Maylene found herself on the ground with a trembling Phantomhive wrapped tight around her midriff. She held back the wince of pain that racked through her body upon the sudden pressure and wrapped her long arms around his small body. A cold wind swept through the grass as she held the adolescent boy to look up at the red headed child that lay next to them, his eyes barley a glimmer of life. Reaching over the maid cupped the boys cheek and he smiled with a grimace of pain.

"You really were the best choice" he whispered his voice gargled as saliva leaked past his lips and down into the grass. "You looked so much like her yet were a completely different person"

"Sleep. Your mother will be waiting" she calmly stated and a smile barely touched cold lips as the murdering adolescent died in her hands, the warmth being leached from his body by the cool ground beneath the quiet trio. She pulled her hand back to join it with her other that rested amongst the strands of bluish black hair that donned the earl's head. She looked up as the Phantomhive, her, butler walked across the lawn towards them. With silence and proper decorum Ceil pulled away to sitting on the ground looking, waiting for his butlers report. Red glove met bloody tail coat as the elder man bowed from the hips.

"Deane has been properly taken care of my lord…and it seems as if Miss Maylene has taken care of his master" Black orbs met brown eyes and a mutual understanding filled the air between the two adults.

"A job well done" Ceil commented softly "Nothing I expect less from Phantomhive service.

"Of course young master" the female spoke up suddenly. "It is for you, all, In Times Of Service"

Tears…Sobbing…Crying…Shouting…Rejoicing…Questions…Answers…Lies…

These were just a few of thing things that had carried on inside the Phantomhive's lobby upon the return of the maid Maylene. As such she was scheduled a two week recovery period before returning to work as a maid. The two weeks had passed by calmly and more often than not you could find the woman reading out loud from a book worn with hands or quietly performing needle work in the young master's drawing room as he filled out order forms for his companies work or poured over letters and documents from the queen. Whether it be morning sun dappling and dancing across lush carpet or candlelight casting bouncing shadows along the walls it was not uncommon for the two to be in the same room, and always in the background stood a man clad in black watching over the two. After two weeks the familiar sounds once again filled the manor.

CRASH! SHATTER!

"Im so sorry!" Maylene wailed as she sat amongst boxes and shattered china ware. "I couldn't see where I was goin'"

BOOM!

"Well I guess super is going to be late" Bard coughed trudging out of the kitchen trails of black smoke following his wake as once again his hair resembled that of a fashion that would next catch on for a long time to come.

"IT'S ON FIRE! SEBASTIAN THE GARDEN CAUGHT ON FIRE AGAIN!" The other young male adolescent of the home ran screaming into the lobby, the glow from a fire lighting up the grounds.

"You three are the most useless servants I have ever met!" Sebastian snapped storming, no Sebastian does not storm, sternly descended the staircase murder raging in his eyes.

"Dishes broken! The evening meal a burning lump! The grounds destroyed! Shoe polish on the staircase!..." the list continued on as once again it seemed magic ensued in the giant building. The Phantomhive earl walked down the staircase, his estate flawless and succulent smells pouring from the kitchen. His seeable eye focusing on the four, one towering over the others in the most frightful of manners lecturing the other three.

"Sebastian can you wait to do that at a later hour. I'm becoming quite hungry and we do have guests coming do we not" He sniffed both small hands coming to rest upon his cain.

"Of course young master" the butler smiled turning on his heals "I have already seated your guests in the garden and provided entertainment as they awaited your arrival" he smiled bowing as he opened the door for his young lord.

The boy sighed in approval as he headed out, looking out onto the closed off patio his gaze found his fiancée, Lau and the Indian prince who always seemed to show up on his door step. He felt gentle hands fix themselves into the collar of his coat and allowed his maid to slip the jacket off his slim body allowing the warm summer air to envelop him. He nodded his thanks and headed for his seat, all servants in tow. This was how it was supposed to be, things had finally calmed down and everything was well, no disturbances seemed to show any signs of popping up. He settled down in his chair to converse with his guests amongst the flowers that scented the air like a French woman's perfume and candles that fidgeted like antsy children. The boy allowed himself to relax and forget the troubles of the last month…

The red headed female allowed her cheek to press against the soft cloth of her pillow case as she caught her breath. The mattress beneath her stomach molded to her naked legs, hips and formed around her round breasts like hands. It was warm and soft, soft like the skin that pressed along her backside, not to heavy and not to light yet burning with the heat of a live body. She lay catching her breath a shiver sliding along her spine; a window with chill might as well have been opened as she found herself covered in Goosebumps as satin soft lips tripped themselves across her shoulder and up her neck to press a kiss along her jaw line.

Her brown eyes fluttered open to fixate with the color of onyx as she looked upon the man that faithfully returned to her bed night after night. She once again thanked that her quarters were far from the others, she did not want to face the questions about the noises that echoed from her room every night. Shifting to her back she allowed her knees to rise up around a lanky body.

"Every night I want to say a god of old graces my bed but that would be the other side of the mirror wouldn't it" she breathed her fingernails raking across the others scalp to tangle in tresses of black.

"You still have yet answered my questions of how you know such things" Sebastian replied lightly his mouth finding the lips of the women beneath him. In this light she didn't look human, alabaster skin and red hair like bloody trails pouring over the pillow to the sheets below. Bare fingers found themselves along feminine hips to the soft flesh of a woman's thighs tracing a mark that was one was old as time.

"Eventually, Eventually" she repeated.

DING! DING!"

The two adults pulled back to look at the hanging bells that clung to the walls of every room in the household. The bell that chimed shrill and impatient was the one that came from the bedroom of the young earl. This late at night it meant the boy was looking for his butler. With a sigh the man's body surged upwards as he left the warm bed and went to retrieve his clothes, which always managed to land in a neat pile. She watched as bit by bit his skin disappeared from view, disappearing all together in the proper English fashion.

"I will return shortly" he promised running a gloved hand through black hair that only came to fall dangerously around glistening eyes.

"Oh I trust those words of your Mr. Sebastian"

"Oh you do Miss Maylene" he smiled and she smirked propping herself on one elbow her red locks tumbling around her shoulders to curl on top of her breasts that she know covered with sheets.

"Quite right, because it is fact" she smiled and he chuckled as he excited the room his last words rushing into the room like the coming of the tide.

"I Am Simply One Hell Of A Butler"

END well thats the end of IN TIMES OF SERVICE

1. THANK YOU for those who read and EXTRA thanks for those who reviewed :) I suck at updating and Im glad you stuck through to the end

2. I apologize for the lack of sebastianxdeane fight scene..I cannot write fight scenes to save a life

3. If there is enough people wishing to read I will do a sequel and it will continue their relationship and the plot will focus around her contract mark

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