Like thanks guyz last I checked this thing had 400 views, thats so much more than I expected. The plot is a little iffy still so bleh. Umm. Oh yeah! Cover art! *cough* you know maybe like as a thanksgiving update. Just, you know, maybe this story deserves a cover of epicness. I'll stop now.

Chapter 7? I lost count.

What was Sebastian doing in her room? Carmela glared at the demon butler standing creepily by the doorway. She had woken oddly from a dream involving a white faceless man dressed so similarly. Sitting up groggily Carmela felt no choice but to smile and play innocent. She wasn't even sure if she had done something wrong.
"Good morning Sebastian, did I sleep in late?" Carmela looked around the bland room, realizing sadly she did not own a clock.
"No not at all miss, the young master wishes to speak to you." Sebastian stayed as calm as ever and waited patiently by the door.
"I would appreciate it if you left to give me time to change." Carmela raised her eyebrows at the intruding butler and stepped onto the wooden floor.

Several minutes later a dressed maid and a silent butler entered Ciel Phantomhives office. The glum looking boy looked up when they entered and frowned at the two servants.
"Sit." He ordered Carmela into an armchair, leaning his elbows on his desk in a questioning manner. "Are you feeling better?"
"Oh yes, much better." It was just that-" Ciel cut her off before she could get into too much detail.
"Carmela, I don't normally pry into my staffs private lives, most of them are bumbling idiots. But you seem very different and I only know so much of your origins. If you wouldn't mind retelling the story..." Ciel's one blue eye glinted slightly in the dim lighting of his work place.
"As you already know, my parents abandoned me as an infant. My uncle, the Earl Trancy took me in, though he wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. The man locked me away for my entire childhood. He was an awful man, but he was family so I couldn't really hate him. When he died, that psychopath, what was his name? Jim! Jim Macken. Well The blonde brat inherited his entire fortune and I was left with nothing. Seeing as he didn't know about my existence I was evicted from the estate and forced to live on the filthy streets of London. On my seventeenth year I believe, I met a Chinese man who was part of a drug trading ring. Left with no other option I became his slave. For eight long months I did unspeakable things to have food in my body and a roof over my head. He finally set me free, for what reason I don't understand, he disappeared off a boat one night. I returned to the alleys until I wound up on your doorstep. And the rest you can figure out." Carmela sighed as she finished her tale and leaned back, the exhaustion of the last 24 hours eating at her. Remembering the strange encounter she had yesterday the woman counted the days on the calendar. Friday, Saturday... two days until she was supposed to meet the other demon butler. Wow she thought This whole deal with the devil thing is common.
Ciel looked absolutely calm, but it was taking effort. This woman's story was so closely entwined with his own he felt uncomfortable. Orphan, Chinese drug dealer, Trancy manor. Of all the shared characteristics Ciel, for once, felt not alone. You're here with me. Ciel looked into the eyes of the woman who had also seen how heartless the world could be.
Sebastian, the troll in the corner, cleared his throat. "Young master would you like me to bring up the tea."
"Yes" Ciel replied monotonously. "Carmela, do you like working for me?" Ciel turned his head just slightly to the side. He was looking at his maid from below. A tactic he had learned to gain sympathy from someone.
"Yes. Why wouldn't I." Carmela frowned at his almost stupid question. "I don't have to fight for survival every day."
"Of course." Ciel realized his idiocy and waved his hand dismissively. "You may go now, polish some furniture or something."

As Carmela was walking down one of the manors many empty, morose corridors she passed Sebastian. He stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"May I ask you a question?" The butler asked, eyes staring suspiciously at the maid.
"You just did." Carmela waited.
"Where did you go yesterday when you were out?" Sebastian frowned at the women's defensive manner. Carmela felt exposed. She hadn't thought of a decent cover story, hoping that enough awkward stuttering would cover it.
That's when Meyrin, who had been stalking the butler stepped forward and wrapped a protective arm around Carmela. "It's okay girly. I understand sometimes you just want to run as fast as you can, or claw somethings face off. I try to lock myself in one place." The clumsy pink haired girl guided Carmela away from the watchful eyes of the butler. Sebby stared after the two, trying to figure out the puzzle that was women.

So guyz this is my longest chap. yet. I think. A few interesting things are showing up. Any reviews with suggestions are welcome. I don't own Kuroshitsuji, Paramore, or AVPM.- KG out.