"What was your little act about Rosalie?"

The Earl's deadly calm voice reached Rosalie's ears. His voice may have been unusually calm but the malice didn't go unnoticed by her. The white haired girl merely smirked.

"I know how much you detested the mere thought of being married to Lady Elizabeth… I thought I would make matters a little… simpler. It's only my job as the Phantomhive maid to make sure things are as simple as possible for my Lord." She said mockingly.

The grip on her arms got increasingly tighter. "Well you little bitch, you got what you wanted," He seethed dangerously close to her ear. She tsked lightly. "Such language is most inappropriate for a man of your standing." She continued to taunt, repeating his previous words to her. Naturally this only fuelled his anger.

Suddenly she was pulled off the floor, and her arms were released much to her relief. But his arms quickly encircled her, keeping her arms pinned to her sides as her back was pressed against his chest.

"You are a waste of time, dear Rosalie. Maybe I should simply end you now…"Rosalie's eyes widened in horror. Surely he wouldn't –

Any doubt was quickly erased from her mind when Ciel suddenly pushed her roughly against the wall, his hand coiled tightly around her throat as she suddenly found herself hovering slightly above the floor. She let out a choked cry. "C-Ciel!?"

"I've had enough of your attitude Rosalie…!" His eyes glowed a deep crimson and turned vicious, his true demon showing through.

"W-Why are you d-doing this?! Y-You kidnapped me! AH! I shouldn't e-even be here!" She cried out, clawing at the hand around her throat. His hand slackened and then suddenly left all together, letting her fall to the floor. She coughed, her throat was screeching in agony. His previous bite wounds along with the bruising that would be there by morning made her half heartedly wish he had finished the job.

"True… Though, you brought it on yourself," He suddenly caught a hold of her forearm and tossed her somewhat carelessly onto her bed. Once the initial shock had worn off, Rosalie quickly propped herself up on her elbows, attempting to slink away from the dangerous Earl.

But said Earl moved faster.

He straddled her just after she had moved a few inches. "How so?!"She demanded, trying in vain to put as much distance as possible from her and the demon Earl.

He smirked down at her sinisterly, running his hand over her curves, making her shudder. He snarled into her ear, a sinister smirk playing on his lips.

"Not many mere humans have the ability to tempt a demon with their sensuous looks…" He practically purred into her ear, but venom was laced within every word. She raised her hand to slap him for his sheer arrogance, but he grabbed her wrist with ease. "Tch, you grow more and more annoying as time passes."

"Then let me go."

An odd silence passed between them as Ciel stared down at her, contemplating her words. She stared back with nothing but a fiery determination. He smirked slowly.

"Oh my dear… you know much too much."

"You honestly believe I could care enough to tell people about this? Who would believe that Ciel Phantomhive was a sadistic demon! Just release me…I just want to be with my grandmother."

He chuckled lowly in her ear. "Is that so? I do not believe I feel so generous. You are so very entertaining and after all the trouble you've caused me…" the distaste was back in his voice and it was threatening once more. Tension built around them.

"You – only you – were the one who kidnapped me. I would have been at home right now, happily next to my fire." She gritted out. "Just let me leave." She whispered softly, her eyes softening. His remained emotionless.

The room was completely silent, neither moving from their position. Tension rose once more to nearly unbearable levels.

Slowly, Ciel pushed down the wrist he still had held within his grip. He pinned it next to her head as he slowly studied the girl beneath him. Oh yes, she was tempting to anyone, let alone a demon. Soft, gentle curves and silky luxurious cream white skin. He couldn't resist running his fingertips across the visible skin. It was clear she was a noble woman; there was no blemish to her beautiful skin, other than the blue marks forming across her body. Maybe he was too harsh on her. He decided against the ridiculous notion. She had brought this on herself.

Soft, silky hair fell like a waterfall to her waist. Perfectly straight and nearly pure white. They matched with her radiating grey eyes. They were a storm of emotion. A constant storm. The beauty of the girl was undeniable.

She wasn't looking at him, she was looking at anything but. Due to this her beautiful stormy eyes were hidden behind thick, black lashes. There was a light blush dusted on her cheeks. All in all, she was absolutely irresistible.

He had noticed the looks she received from the male staff in his household. Even Mey-Rin watched her in wonder. Chillingly enough, he had more specifically noticed the way Sebastian watched the fiery beauty beneath him. Sebastian lusted after the girl. So much was clear. He would need to keep a close eye on Sebastian, otherwise he would get to her first. Ciel wouldn't stand for this.

She glanced back up at him quizzically. The Earl seemed to be having some inner debate while keeping a wonderfully blank face. She slowly tried to slip her wrist out of his loose grip, but he noticed quickly and his grip tightened, causing her to hiss in the twinge of pain.

His attention quickly moved to the girl beneath him. She was still squirming uncomfortable beneath him. He leaned down again so he was at level with her ear, "My dear girl… You should learn to submit to me…" He cooed gently. He noticed the faintest of chills run down her spine.

"No."

He chuckled. "You will succumb to me Rosalie, I vow you that." She scoffed. "Try your best." She snarled. He smirked down at her and suddenly began attacking her neck, kissing, biting and sucking. She winced ever so slightly when he bit a little too hard. Using her one free hand she pushed against his chest, but he wouldn't budge. "Ciel-!"Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his icy hands running underneath her undershirt. "I thought we went through this Rosalie… I am your Master." A small whimper escaped her. He could clearly see this was the last thing she wanted. But by now, he couldn't care less, he craved her with a relentless passion.

"M-Master please don't do this!" She whispered as she struggled against him. He rolled his eyes. "Why ever not Rosalie? You are a mere servant."

Suddenly she leaned up and before he knew what had happened, she had headbutted him.

In complete shock, she was able to push him off and she was immediately on her feet. She stumbled slightly, feeling incredibly light headed from the thumping pain in her skull. But she didn't hesitate. She ran out of the door, slammed it behind her. She glanced around her and could have cried for relief when she saw a chair on the opposite side of the hallway.

She knew it wouldn't hold him though it may delay him ever so slightly, or at least enough for her to get a head start. She placed the chair beneath the doorknob and ran, stumbling along the wall slightly as she tried to keep conscious. She needed to get away from him.

She thought she was imagining it, but she saw a faint glowing light. She continued to stumble along the hallway, bracing herself against the wall as the dizziness began to impair her vision.

She felt her knees give way near the glowing light. But she never hit the ground. An arm wrapped around her waist as she was pulled flush against someone's chest.

"…alie?"

She looked up and saw the faint glow of a candle and Sebastian's face. She groaned softly.

"Rosalie?" Sebastian called again. But the girl didn't respond, she had gone completely limp.

He had heard the commotion from downstairs and decided it would be best to see what was happening. With an exasperated sigh, he hoisted the unconscious girl over his shoulder and held her there firmly, holding the candelabra in his other hand.

Just as he was about to turn around, a door further down the corridor burst into splinters. The shards of what used to be a door hit the opposite wall, and a furious looking Earl emerged from the dust that arose from the impact of wood against the wall. His chest heaved from the angry panting. His crimson eyes focused in on the blonde girl draped over his butler's shoulders. He snarled and headed in the opposite direction.

Sebastian blinked, contemplating the situation. He sighed softly and took the blonde girl to a spare room. He opened the door and placed her on the over plush bed. He absently wondered what happened between them. He noticed no other new wounds on her, if anything, her skin seemed oddly flushed.

Ah…

It dawned on him suddenly. His master had tried to break the girl once more.

He brushed some of her white bangs out of her eyes and couldn't help but stare down at the girl. She whimpered softly, suddenly holding onto his sleeve. His face remained expressionless as she began to come out of unconsciousness. Her grip eased on his sleeve as she sat up. She blinked at the dimness in the room and swayed, her head still swirling with pain. She slumped forward unto something soft yet firm. She whimpered again softly.

"Rosalie?" He called softly, his hands trailing down her back gently. He could hear her crying softly. He chuckled softly in surprise. "The Earl really has broken you hasn't he?" He hugged her closer comfortingly. "P-Please Sebastian, help me leave… Please!" She begged, her small trembling hands gripping onto the expensive black fabric of his uniform.

He merely chuckled again. "I could never the slave of my master in such a manner. My Lord is the most precious person in my life after all." A desperate sob escaped her and it didn't improve as Sebastian unlaced himself from her grip and left the blonde girl as a trembling, sobbing mess in the middle of the bed.