I wanted to live. I struggled to breath out. I sat still in my seat in the back row with the oxygen mask on me, frozen at the sudden crash. Zoning out the screams was difficult as the water quickly rushed inside.

Many were already dead; someone had pushed opened the emergency exit to swim up to surface, drowning those from the impact of rushing water and increased speed of the airplane as it fell deeper. I want to live. I unbuckled my belt, grabbed the oxygen mask hanging and placed it on quickly.

I pushed aside the floating bodies, avoiding looking at people's faces, before I shut my eyes as the water rose past my eyes, and got out of the sinking plane. I didn't know how to swim. I was too young to die. I wanted to live. I want to live. I wanted to visit England. I WANT TO LIVE!

Kicking my legs, and moving my arms upwards, I blindly swam up onto the surface. Feeling cold air hitting my face, I pulled up the oxygen mask away from my mouth. "I'm… alive…" I teared up. "I'm alive." But I was in the middle of the ocean, with no land near in sight. Fear instilled me once again as I noticed floating bodies and a glint of something shiny, swinging around.

There was someone in a dark suit, slashing away, doing something, who stopped when I was noticed. Without realizing, something was aiming right at me.

And I screamed.

My eyes snapped opened and quickly stood up, my hands on my face, breathing heavily and quickly. You're alive. You're a demon now, Amelia. Strong and powerful. I opened the window to allow some cold air inside until I felt calm. Enough of this, and I jumped out of the window, landing on my feet.

In the darkness, I wandered around the street. Aimlessly walking, I neared a bar, noticing two drunken men. I smiled wickedly. Oh, I was going to have fun.

'Two men dead from unknown cause!' I discreetly read from the corner of my eye as I poured tea for the Young Master.

"Here is today's tea, Ciel," I introduced. Watching him glare at me for calling him by his name, I continued to smile. I was not used to calling someone younger than me by noble terms and had no intention to, unless there was company around, maybe. Although he lets it slide, he would make me attend more stupid lessons on how to act like a woman. None of these lessons were needed in the 21st century! Plus, do you know how bothersome it was to wear corsets!?

Helping him dress up was somewhat pitiful. He was so thin and fragile… What he had went through just to survive… Fear… Pain... How delicious… Oops, getting out of hand right there. I slapped Ciel's back and forced a smile. "I will be off to assist Sebastian."

Assigned to bake cakes and croquembouches, I began prepping. Already decorated the baked cakes, I filled the choux pastry with pastry cream, dipped it into caramel syrup, and placed them in a form of a tree. Whisking the syrup, I dragged the fork back and forth onto the croquembouches. Noticing what I was doing, Sebastian grimaced at the mess I was creating. "I'll clean it up, chill," I said when there was a loud explosion. Alert, I told Sebastian I would continue his chocolate figures.

Returned shortly to hopefully continue with his chocolates, Finnian dashed in, hugging Sebastian, squeezing the brown sugar out of its bag, as he begged for his help. I nodded at Sebastian, knowing what he wanted me to do.

Waiting for the chocolate to harden from its mold, I was thinking of a plan to get rid of Madam Red. Yet, deep down, was it possible to save her? Was she worth saving? Removing the chocolate from its mold, I placed it on a plate and wandered upstairs. How should I expose Madam Red? I pondered as I opened the door without knocking on it. "Hey, Ciel. Want some chocolate?" I placed the plate on his desk.

Watching him take a bite, I began. "What would you do, if you realized it was your relative was the killer?" The despair of seeing your family member commit some crime… working with a reaper… oh the sadness and fear you will have...

"Amelia."

"Yes, Ciel?"

He rolled his eyes at the informality. "Your eyes are glowing."

With no comment. I bowed and quickly left the room. The doors closed behind me, I placed a hand over my eyes. This is not good...

In the shopping district, I noticed small jars of honey behind the windows. I approached inside and held a jar of honey.

"I need that!" A lady swiped an item away from my hand, startling me. Tossing her money onto the counter, she ran away with the item.

A man ran up towards me. "I'm so sorry that happened! She comes in here frequently," the man said. "I don't know why she needs it… she's healthy. Here, let me get you a new jar."

"Thank you." I moved up to the counter, waiting for the owner to package the honey.

"That will be two pounds."

"Excuse me? That's too much for a small jar of honey."

"You are a mere servant aren't you? And a woman." He said, noting my butler uniform. I mentally sighed, looking down on the floor. Servant my ass, I could kill you right now. I tucked some of my hair behind my ear.

"Yes, I am." I looked up with a somber look. "Will you please lower the price? This is really important for me." The man's gaze fell into mine and he handed the wrapped honey jar to me for free. "Thank you," I bowed and left the store.

I began setting up, dusted the windows, sorted books, and made sure the place was cleaned. Opening one of the kitchen cabinets, I found a box of Earl Grey tea leaves. The box set aside, knowing it would be used soon, I heard the front door click. I ran to the door and looked calm as I opened it. "Hello," I slightly bowed, surprising the visitors.

"Who are you?"

Still bowed, I introduced myself. "My name is Amelia Fairburn. I work for the Earl of Phantomhive. Please have a seat and I will serve you tea."

In the kitchen, the tea was almost ready, when I heard the doors open once again. The feint smell of a particular soul had arrived.

"Today's tea is a Jackson's 'Earl Grey'," I said as I poured tea for Ciel and the guests.

"Ciel! I heard you have another servant?" Madam Red asked, after taking a sip.

"She is a butler." He responded.

"Butler?"

"Yes. Amelia insisted on becoming a butler, so the Young Master has placed her under my wing," Sebastian answered.

Madam Red turned to me. "But you're so young! You should be married!"

I gently shook my head. "I do not wish to be married." Yet. It's too early to get married at my age!

"Why not? Why don't you marry Grell? You're able to understand at such a quick pace! He can learn so much from you!"

Marry a reaper who wants Sebastian? No thanks. "I will take that into consideration, Madame Red. Although, I'm sure Grell would look lovely in red if he married you," I smiled before returning standing alongside to Ciel. Of course I caught the look of disappointment on Madam Red's face, before she laughed it off. She would never marry Grell, but would rather have her butler follow Sebastian's steps and would also like Sebastian to work for her as she stroked his rear end.

Ciel and I coughed at her vulgar action. Changing the subject, Ciel and his guests began talking about the recent killings by 'Jack the Ripper.' Wanting to learn more information, Ciel led us to a place.

Here I was, in front of this place again. I stared at the sign once more upon entering. Since it was the day time, I was able to get a clearer vision inside; dark, gloomy, and needed a cleaning.

Ciel had called out for Undertaker, who appeared behind a coffin, scaring the three guests who were in there for the first time. He knew what Ciel wanted; to learn about Jack the Ripper.

We listened to Undertaker, who spoke about a commonality between the murdered prostitutes. But in order to obtain that information, Undertaker wanted something return; a first rate laugh. With Lau's and Madam Red's obscene attempts unsuccessful, I waved my hand, telling Sebastian to do it. "I already know the answer."

"Oh, really?" The Undertaker piqued. I walked up to Undertaker. Bent down a bit and with a hand to cover my mouth, I whispered the answer into his ear. I moved a back a bit to see him chuckle.

"Well?" Madam Red asked. "He laughed."

"But it's not a first rate laugh. Judging by Undertaker's look, I'm wrong," I partially lied. Upon Sebastian's turn, he asked us to leave. Whatever Sebastian did, Undertaker laughed so hard, his sign outside fell against the top of the door. Returning inside, we all learned the murdered prostitutes were missing an organ, the same answer I whispered into Undertaker's ear, their uterus.

Obtaining the needed information, I was one of the last few people to leave the place, being helpful by gathering the full measuring cups, when Undertaker spoke. "Didn't you come here before?"

I paused. So where the hell was he when I needed peered inside!? "Yes." He questioned what I needed and, with the measuring cups in my hands, I quickly placed it back down, grabbed his hands, and immediately shaking it. "I've always wanted to meet you," I beamed, watching his bewildered reaction.

Time to test out this demon seduction power on you. I suddenly moved close to his face. "Why hide your face, Undertaker?" My fingers lightly touching his bangs covering his eyes. I wonder what a reaper's soul tastes like… "I know you're good looking. After all you are a…." I was about to part it when Sebastian interrupted, ordering me to leave. I waved at Undertaker who was giggling.

"Do not stray behind," Sebastian ordered.

I huffed. "Stray? I'm not a dog. And I could always catch up."

There was no more room in the carriage, and I was forced to sit next to Grell. I wonder how Grell's handling it. Sitting next to a demon.

A silent ride between the reaper and I, Sebastian suddenly appeared, and told me to get off the carriage, along with a safe horse ride back to Grell. As I jumped off, I turned and winked at Grell. Pretty sure that disgusted Grell, shattering the image of admiration of Sebastian from my wink.

"And what are we doing, Sebastian?" I asked as we ran.

"Searching for alibis."

When the riders returned, they were shocked to see the two butlers appear before them. Not believing that we had already investigated possible suspects, I held onto the scrolls as Sebastian spoke their alibis without looking at it.

Madam Red was baffled. "Are you really a butler, Sebastian?"

"No. I'm a demon and a butler."

One hell of a demon, I thought as I rolled my eyes.

"Here it is," I said. Paper held in my hand, it was snatched away.

"This alibi is too perfect," Sebastian said, taking a quick read of the alibi.

I watched Sebastian fold the paper and placed it into his jacket pocket. "But Ciel won't believe us. How will you get him to believe us?"

Ciel yelled out in pain as Sebastian assisted him in wearing a corset. Apparently, no harm was done to women who wore them. "Excuse me!?" I shouted in anger. "Their organs moved to a place where they shouldn't be!"

"Amelia," Ciel panted. "This would be a perfect time for you…" He panted once more due to the tightness of the corset. "To be trained more! You've been lacking!"

NO. "I don't need it!" I quickly said and ran from the room. I don't need these stupid lady trainings anymore! I could just base it off of English period dramas! But it was no use. No matter how far I ran away, Sebastian would always somehow catch up. Forced back in the room with Ciel, we endured Sebastian's teachings of the etiquettes of dancing, manners, and walking of a proper lady.

I won't deny it. The choices of gowns were really nice. Opted for a royal blue gown, donned with a matching hat with champagne roses, we met up with with Madam Red and Lau at the Viscount's party, who whispered our roles when Ciel embarrassingly asked why he was playing as her niece. Lau was Madam Red's lover, Ciel was her niece from the countryside, Sebastian was niece's home tutor, I was Ciel's elder sister, and Grell was the same.

Feigning smiles and annoyed of accepting dances from gentlemen with one word replies, I was able to excuse myself, lying to any other approachers that my aunt wanted to see me. "You are a lady and not married. You must keep yourself open to potential men." I remembered Madam Red's words. HELLO, I'm a demon? I don't need to make myself available? Moving onto the plan in exposing Viscount Druitt, I watched the main characters suffer as they avoided Elizabeth. Disappearing to the second floor, I quickly and discreetly searched through each room for any spare dress robes. Able to find one and noticing some accessories, I swapped my gown for a white dress shirt, and matching black dress coat, pants, and vest.

While Ciel held the attention of the Viscount, Sebastian popped into the room as I had tied my hair up and placed the gown into the closet. "I would gag, if I saw what the Viscount was doing to Ciel," I made a face. Sebastian smirked as I tossed him a mask and wore mine. "Time to bring this out."

And on time, too. We jumped off onto the ground floor, stopping Elizabeth from approaching Ciel any further, startling the crowd, and abruptly ending the music that once played. Announcing he would perform a magic performance and would need someone from the crowd to show that what he was doing was real, Sebastian asked Lau to help. After I chained the closet and asked another audience member to see if it was indeed locked, I handed Lau the swords. Not holding back, he pierced immediately from the top.

Even I was horrified as Lau viciously stabbed the swords into the chained closet. The last sword fully punctured in, he asked to see if Sebastian was alright as if what he did was really cool. The chains removed, claps immediately began as Sebastian came out unharmed. I glimpsed at the small pieces of clothing in the bottom of the closet.

"Thank you for watching this performance!" Sebastian waved a hand, signalling for the music to begin once more. With Sebastian's help, we brought the closet back to its original place. Waiting in silence, Sebastian told me he was called.

"Alright, well see you," I said and jumped out of the window.

I stepped inside the place and frowned at the sight, noticing the pool of blood expand beneath a woman. "Ah, another victim."

The suspect perked up and looked scared. "How…"

"What a pity… You can't even have your own children, so you resort to this?" I sighed. Madam Red charged at me with the bloodied knife and I quickly dodged it. Dodging few more swings, I stepped outside. "Oh look. There's blood droplets on this dress coat, and it's not even mine." I tsked. "What if Ciel finds out about this…" And I ran away.

"Grell," Madam Red angrily called out after I disappeared. Her butler appeared from another room. "We must get rid of Amelia."

Here's chapter 3! Thank you for being patient ;;