Sebastian and Rosalie waited patiently at the door for the arrival of Lady Middleford. Sebastian couldn't help but watch Rosalie carefully. He was still suspicious of the girl. Why was she suddenly being so compliant? So obedient?

Before he could ponder it anymore Finny suddenly raced into the hallway, he doubled over for a second, trying to catch his breath. "Mister Seeeeeeebastian! Something happened to the roses! Come quick!" Sebastian sighed softly and turned to Rosalie. "If I do not return on time, please escort Lady Middleford to the drawing room when she arrives and tell the young Lord of her arrival." She nodded absently, her mind a million miles away. Finny watched her curiously. How long had she been here? He hadn't heard anything about hiring a new maid.

She scowled at the creature's retreating figure. Oh she would be a perfect little maid, just not the way he expected. She distantly remembered Elizabeth Middleford. Her first thought of her was that she was a pampered - even by Nobility standards - lunatic with more time and responsibility then she cared to acknowledge or was ever going to be able to handle. Even at the tender age of ten – six years ago – Elizabeth was boasting about her wonderful fiancé Ciel Phantomhive. Rosalie didn't need Elizabeth to tell her all about Ciel. She already knew all that Elizabeth knew and much, much more. It came with her job after al. It sickened Rosalie that Elizabeth could deeply love someone so twisted. Perhaps sweet little Lizzy was the only one left in nobility that hadn't turned twisted through ambition, lust and revenge. She smirked darkly. She couldn't wait for Elizabeth to arrive. She had a little plan to show her the real side of Ciel.

Sebastian returned and patiently waited next to Bocchan's new toy. Sebastian took the time to look over the girl that grabbed his master's attention so thoroughly. Sebastian had to admit she was quite beautiful. Long silky blonde hair, just brushing her waist. She had taken portions of her hair and braided them, pulling them back behind her head and tying them in place with black ribbon. The maid's headdress fit her perfectly on top of her head, bring held in place by the two braids. The maid uniform fit her extremely well too. It was slightly shorter than Mey-Rin's under Bocchan's request but the black and white worked wondrously well with her pale complexion. It was little wonder why Bocchan become so fascinated by her. No wonder at all…

She was standing perfectly straight, and as all noble girls were taught, her eyes were trained to the floor. Her hands where clasped in-front of her as she said nothing.

Sebastian smirked. She was like him in a way, perfectly able to adapt to her surroundings in order to get what she wanted. He sound it slightly odd that a girl of Rosalie's standing –slightly higher in society than Lady Middleford – could pretend to be such an obedient and dutiful maid. Sebastian's smirk became darker. Though… what would she be like when she had to actually perform as a maid? If she had no skills in the matter, being the noble she was, she would just be another Mey-Rin.

How amusing it would be, seeing the uptight and proper lady falling flat on her face.

Sebastian's thoughts were cut short at the sound of feet walking up to the door. He quickly opened it before they could knock. He bowed to Lady Middleford, letting her come inside. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Rosalie had dipped into a curtsy. Hmm… so she knew her manners.

Lady Elizabeth had changed considerably as she grew. She became calmer, more mature. She was turning into the image of her mother in personality and looks. But even then she couldn't contain her happiness when she saw the young Earl.

"Sebastian? Where's Ciel?" She asked with a slight frown, disappointed that he hadn't met her at the front door. Sebastian smiled reassuringly. "He was just finishing some work, my Lady. He shall be down presently. May I accompany you to the drawing room?" She seemed to brighten slightly and accepted. "Oh and Rosalie? Would you be so kind as to get the young master?" Sebastian asked. Rosalie gave him a well mastered fake smile. "Of course." With another curtsey in Lady Middleford's direction she walked away.

"Ciel never told me he hired a new maid…" the curly blonde haired girl murmured. "Yes… Rosalie joined our service rather suddenly."

Rosalie walked up to her Master's room. She didn't bother to knock, she was his equal whether he would admit it or not. Ciel looked startled that someone had entered with no knocking. His eyes hardened at the sight of her. "Your fiancée is downstairs waiting for you." She said with a yawn. She just realised how badly she had slept. No matter how she lay, she was constantly on a healing wound; it sent searing pain through her. Ciel gave her an astonished look before it vanished and his usual cold look reappeared.

He stood up, walking towards the door which she was standing next to. But instead of leaving, he slammed the door shut and locked it. Rosalie was too stunned to fully comprehend what would happen next. Her mind felt like it was being pulled in too many directions and everything was moving too slow.

In the time it took her to blink, Ciel grabbed her around the waist, pulling her flush against his chest. He used his other hand to keep both her wrists twisted painfully behind her back.

She refused to utter a sound as she stared defiantly into his crimson eyes. Oh she was in agony, but she would be damned if she let him know. Besides, he had hurt her so much already, what could he possibly do differently now?

"You are not a very… obedient servant, dear Rosalie…" He whispered into her ear, sending chills down her spine and giving her a false soothing effect. Even though she knew his voice shouldn't sooth her, hell it should scare her more than anything else, it really was soothing her more than anything else in her life had. Within the space of a couple of seconds, Rosalie found herself completely relaxed to a point of complete vulnerability.

Suddenly he bit harshly into her throat, causing her to cry out painfully. He lapped at her neck, taking any of the sweet nectar that rolled down her throat from the wound.

She couldn't help the whimpers of pain that escaped her, making the creature above her smirk sadistically. This is what he craved, her anguished and terrified cries. It sent shivers of pure delight through him. In all his years, he had never felt such pleasure.

"Ciel-!" Another harsh bite ripped a strangled cry from her.

"I am 'Master' to you, do you understand Rosalie?" He asked slowly, patiently. She nodded, wanting nothing more than for him to take his cold hands away from her.

"Ciel…" He inflicted a third bite mark onto her once swan like neck. Another sob escaped her as she thrashed in his hold. He merely smirked down at the terrified girl.

"What did I just say Rosalie?" He demanded calmly. "T-To call you M-Master." She whispered, the words feeling like acid on her tongue. "Good girl," He cooed, kissing one of the wounds he created in an almost loving sense.

"Now what did you have to tell me?"

"Y-Your fiancée is waiting in the drawing room for you…Master." She hated herself for submitting to him. She wanted to do anything but that. But he seemed a fine hair away from snapping her wrists and ripping her throat to shreds.

He released her wrists and let his arm slip from around her waist. She stood shakily, but gained her balance quickly. He gave her a shadow of a smile, gently brushing away the tears that had rolled down her cheeks unchecked. She flinched unintentionally, looking to the floor. "See, we could have avoided all this… I don't enjoy hurting you…"

Lies, all he was uttering were lies. She knew he enjoyed seeing her in pain. She had seen the joy in his eyes that she had never seen in his dead eyes before.

Lies, Rosalie told herself, they were just filthy little lies.

She just looked at the floor, making sure he couldn't see the anger blazing in her eyes. He sighed and let his hand drop. "I expect you in perfect order in five minutes, where you are to be downstairs serving Elizabeth and I like the perfect little maid you are. Understood?" Ciel questioned, putting his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes were hard.

"Perfectly, Master." She spat through gritted teeth. Ciel smirked, patting her cheek lightly before leaving the room.

Oh he would regret the day he crossed Rosalie Ashford.