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"Sebastian! My tea" he called from his study. I had just served him not ten minutes ago, lately though he had been beckoning me much more than necessary.

I wasn't complaining really, it just was odd. I do believe that while he had known all about people like those prostitutes, it was different when he had spent time with them. Though Master would never say it out loud the one with the red hair...I believe she reminded him of Madame Red. Watching something so unfortunate befall the poor woman well, it must have really bothered him.

"Coming young Master. Just a moment" I hollered into the speaker.

"Well hurry the bloody hell up" Also it would seem he's become more demanding. He hasn't been sleeping well, and he's consistently in a bad mood this last week or so. "Yes sir" I complied.

I arrived minutes later with a tea cart to refill his glass. "Sebastian, I was thinking about having some coffee flown in from Columbia if you don't mind. I'd like some by tomorrow please" I sighed.

"Master, don't you think that you're awake enough? I don't believe that much caffeine will be good for you anyway. You want to grow taller don't you?" His angry eyes snapped up to me. "Did I ask what you thought was best? I simply said do it" I shook my head knowing I was about to start something bad.

"Master? About those women. Could the one with the red hair have reminded you of Madame Red? You seem to be awfully upset since the whole thing with them and I wanted-" I was cut off by him sweeping his arm accost the desk, knocking everything to the ground.

The tea cup shattered against the table as he screamed "Shut up! I am the Master of this house and I'm sick of you speaking to me as if we were friends. We're not! You serve me!" He stormed out of the room in a swirl of black, blue and rage.

"Master...could you tell me if you were alright? I was worried" I whispered to no one. If he was mad then I would let him be. I was prying these last few days admittedly. I have never served anyone who I actually cared if they were okay. This was new to me, so I was simply trying to do what I thought he would like.

I began picking up the mess that had been made as I pondered over that. I cared about how he felt? No, this had to be something else. I thought back to the first Master I had, she was the only one I had ever made the mistake of caring for in any way. She had broken me you could say, I didn't care about my prey any more. They were a meal now, not something to be held and cared for.

"I'll call you Ian; you'll be my lover and servant until I've become happy. Can you do it?"

I smiled, such a stupid women, such an easy meal. "Yes Mistress. We have a deal?"

She nodded, her blond locks bobbing down her back. She had grey blue eyes and hair that looked as if it had been spun of gold. Her soul was even delicious by the smell of it; I had nothing to stop me.

We spent so much time together that we were inseparable and something about being with her just made me feel good. I adored the girl so much I forgot our contract even existed at times. We spent days in bed making love and what she called "Beautiful memories. so you won't EVER forget me darling" and I had fallen into something a kin to love with her. It was the most human point in my life.

Until such a time that I made her happy. "I love you. I'm happy now, so kill me" I kissed her one last time, feeling the movement of her smooth lips against mine as she sighed. I couldn't do it, ended up nearly killing myself fighting my instinct to kill her. It was a demon instinct that demanded I take what I had earned.

"Please stop hurting yourself…we made a deal, just don't make it hurt okay?" Her eyes were flowing with tears that I had never seen from her being that it was my job to make her smile.

I thought of her in her dress smiling and waving at me while she spun and laughed. I drained her of her life, her very soul. When I took hers whatever semblance of mine was left faded as well. I didn't remember doing it even; just remember thinking about her laughing like that, so happy. Something inside me broke I was never the same.

I came too covered in her blood, holding her body. Her eyes were open wide, looking at me with disbelief. I cried then for the first time in my demon life, the only time. It was then I constructed the island.

Ciel

I didn't know what had come over me, something though. I felt bad for Sebastian.

I've had a few questionable thoughts in my life but who hadn't? I felt bad though, honestly bad for the demon. Well this was more than just questionability that was running rampant through my head at the moment, this was bordering on insanity.

These last few days he'd suffered again and again at the rage I harbored that had nothing to do with him, I wasn't mad at him at all. I went looking for Eve, don't think I hadn't. I couldn't find her, they said she had vanished.

Where could someone like her go? Nowhere but to die. Sebastian was right too, she was so loud and expressive like Madame Red was it unnerved me.

How had he known something like that I wonder? Sure it was easy to think I was mad but mad about her? Something about the way he knew me sometimes... it was odd. Like he could see right into my thoughts, like he knew things other people didn't. And he knew things he couldn't possibly know.

I wasn't sleeping; I wasn't eating, hell I was barely breathing at this point. Madame Reds death finally hit me it seemed, and now Eves. I had only known her a short time but she was so...beautiful. Her personality was amazingly stunning. Even in utter chaos she still tried to feign happiness.

It wasn't just that, I had seen that rape. It was disgustingly...horrific. Sex would never be right for me now. As much as I hated to admit the whole thing, it had messed me up. The other woman to, being dragged away, torn from my arms when all I was supposed to do was protect them.

I sat in my room going over again and again if I could have saved any of them that pain but there was no way I could see. I had to be there to make sure I was correct and the police would handle the rest.

"Master? Would you like dinner?" Finny? Where the hell was Sebastian, surely he didn't think because we'd had a fight he could send someone else to do his job. "Come in here and tell me where Sebastian is"

The blond haired boy peered in, blue eyes round with worry. "Sebastian, well I don't think he's feeling very well. He didn't look so good so I said I'd come get you Master" The doorknob cracked under his shaking hands. "Master I'm so sorry!" he squeaked. Finny had unusual strength, much too high for a normal person. "He'll fit right in Master. This is the Phantomhive Manor after all" What made a Phantomhive servant anyway? I wasn't sure I knew any more.

"Go get Sebastian to fix it, and tell him I'm not hungry" I mused. Finny nodded backing out and still apologizing. Every one of my servants had something odd about them, something that made them not fit in otherwise in society. They flocked to my house, brought by Sebastian without even telling me where he found such people.

Finny strength, Mei Rins incredible eye sight and Bards odd…affiliation with flame. Tanaka was here because he had served my family for years but even he had an incredibly low stamina level that rendered him nearly useless most of the time.

If I were honest though, I did like them. I enjoyed there company in this big house, which would have been empty otherwise. These crazy servants of mine made living in this house bearable, which was quite unexpected.

"Master, I'm taking a look at the door now" Sebastian's voice called as the door opened. "Finny, never learning his strength…" I murmured trying not to look at Sebastian standing in the door.

I couldn't help myself though, had to catch a look at him. His features were sad looking though, not smiling like usual or even trained to indifference. He just looked down. "Sebastian? Can a demon catch a cold?" I asked. His head snapped up in surprise. "Not to my knowledge Young Master" he shook his head looking dazed.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked suddenly. "Am I ordered to tell you?" He asked back without hesitation. "No, of course not" It would be wrong of me to order him to do something like that…right? "Then I decline telling you." The tone of pain in his voice stopped me from getting mad.

I had said we weren't friends hadn't I? This was my fault I suppose, but surely he knew I spoke out of anger. Although I had been being mean to him all week without a good reason at all, suddenly I felt bad.

"Sebastian? I'm…well for being so rude all week…and earlier, I was being…I'm sorry" I forced the words past my lips and they left a horrid taste in my mouth.

Admitting I was wrong was never something I liked doing. He looked surprised, then even sadder than before. "What? Tell me what's wrong. I said bloody sorry so you can at least tell me" I whispered.

"I was thinking of the first master I'd ever had. I was thinking of how I had changed over the many masters since her…and how you remind me of her. Not anything you do, but I'm acting as if I have a soul again." He stated back, giving the handle one more jiggle.

"Do you think you might tell me? About her I mean" I don't know why I asked, why I cared. "Maybe someday Master, but not tonight." I didn't push any more. I could tell we were both warn from admissions. "Will you bring dinner to the drawing room and sit with me a while?" I asked whispering again.

I found myself being lonely sometimes and craving Sebastian's company. Even if we only sat in silence his presence made me feel better. "I shall be right back with Dinner Master" he said closing the door.

I made my way to the drawing room and set up a chess table. I could inquire if he wanted to play a game with me, no harm in it. He was back quickly with my meal.

I ate savoring the beef and vegetables. Sebastian's cooking was delicious. "You seem very hungry, perhaps you should eat more." He said smiling from his seat with a book in his hand. I looked down at my empty plate. "I want to play chess" I stated.

"Can't even ask me to play? Would you like to play with me Young Master?" Sebastian teased, and I felt better. "Yes, let's play." I said walking over to the red plush chair while he joined me on the other side.

"I'll tell you a little about her if you tell me a little about the women or Madame Red. You can choose" he offered as we set up. "You first" I said, moving a pawn.

"When I was a demon and took my first contract it was with a beautiful girl. I think I might have even loved her. The realization that I was a demon came full force when I decided not to take her soul and my body took over. I did take it thus killing her, and I don't remember doing it" his face didn't change from his mask.

His eyes lit red and I gasped. I loved his eyes but I never got used to seeing them. I bit my lip absently and his eyes followed the action causing me to bite harder. I nibbled a little too roughly because blood touched my tongue.

His eyes got bigger, grew brighter as he leaned in. His face was so close to mine I could feel his breath. I inhaled him, dark mahogany and something else that was…demon. His tongue darted out and swiped over my lip. I gasped but didn't pull back.

I returned the favor, tongue darting out to lick at his lips without my permission. He closed his eyes as if willing himself to stay put while my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

"You had some blood Master." He said sitting back, losing the glow in his eyes then squeezing them shut like he was trying to concentrate.

"Madame Red was always around when I was little, and I miss her now. She adored me, playing with me and practically raising me along with my parents. Life without her seemed impossible. Then she died, and I do believe I played a rather large part in it. I think that woman did make me wonder about her, maybe her death is finally registering." I offered in return.

We played for six whole games, tied three to three by the end. "Master, it's getting rather late. I think it's time for bed" Sebastian said. His voice startled me because we hadn't said a word after the conversation we'd had at the first game. "Yes, alright" I mumbled standing and stretching.

As he dressed me that night I had one more question I had to ask and I'm not sure why I even cared.

"Sebastian…do you think you don't want to kill me?" My voice was so small I didn't think he'd heard it.

"Master, would you kill me?" he asked back. "I don't believe I…could kill you. I'd like to think…" voice still small.

"I don't want to kill you either, I'm sorry I ever made this contract. I signed your death certificate" I almost cried, tears burning.

He tucked me in and did the oddest thing. His lips touched my forehead, quick and barely noticeable but still there." Good night Master" he was gone before I could even reply.

I wanted to stay up and think about everything but I found myself to tired. I was exhausted, and to be honest I didn't know what conclusion I would come to if I were given time to think about it anyway.

I drifted into a deep sleep that took me so far down there was nothing but black.

"Master? It's morning. Time to get up" Sebastian pranced about cheerily. I despised the way he woke me up every morning acting like it was a miracle the sun came up. "How about a scone for breakfast? Oh and there's post on your desk when you're ready to get to the drawing room."

I was up now, eating my scone and drinking my tea. I walked barefoot to the drawing room, knowing well everyone else would be sleeping.

It was a Sunday and everyone had off except Sebastian. "Master are you sure you should be walking around in your night clothes?" he followed me, worried.

"I'm fine, where is the post?" I asked a bit nervously. He handed it to me as I sat behind my mahogany desk. "Bills, bills, charity, Her Majesty." I grabbed up the letter and held my hand to Sebastian.

Ciel,

Darling thank you for taking care of my problem with the missing girls. You did a good Job.

Now I have to ask something else of you. There are too many opium dens lining the streets, the things women and men do in those places are disturbing to me. If you could please eradicate about ten of them that would be lovely.

There's one in particular that I want take care of, if you ask you Chinese friend I'm sure he'll help you out.

I've heard of what happened to that woman in front of you Ciel and I feel just awful. I have some good news about the whole thing though. She's gotten out of the business and enclosed is a letter from her to you. Would you believe she dropped it off to my palace in person? Interesting friends you've made darling.

Thank you as always,

R

I tipped the envelop again and long behold there was another letter. The handwriting was messy and the paper was dirty but it was from Eve.

Hello Baby,

I heard you were around looking for us. Me and the girls were all really inspired by you and we've decided to make our way to America and start a small business making baked goods. I'm sorry I didn't come say good bye in person but things like that make me cry. We're all in debt to you more than you'll ever know and I can't thank you enough. You make sure to stay out of trouble now, darling.

Bye.

Eve.

Again I felt tear burning my vision at the idea of her being free. "Sebastian, Eve is safe. She sent me a post right here telling me her and the others have gone to America, isn't that lovely?" I asked feeling so relieved. "You were wrong Young Master, she wasn't dead after all" he rubbed my back.

"Get Lau on the phone, we need him to help us with some business for the Queen." Sebastian nodded.

Within the hour Lau turned up. He was a Chinese man that deals in Opium but I wouldn't bust him. He was my father's good friend, so I would simply take out some of his competition. He never seemed to change, always dressed in traditional attire with jet black hair a spiky mess. He was of average height and always pretended he knew what was going on when he usually had no clue. How did father stand to be such good friend with him?

"Hello Young Earl and what is it I can do for you?" He asked, with the same ridiculous smile on his face and the scantly clothed girl in his lap. "I need you to find out about some Opium dens that aren't yours. The queen wants them irradiated. There's one in particular she wants gone, I'm sure you can tell me about the big ones"

He nodded absently. "Ran Mao, who do you think we should sell out? They were taking our business weren't they?"

The girl on his lap nodded and spoke for the first time ever "Ri." She said her voice soft and feminine like I imagined it to be. "Oh yes, she has the second biggest den around. Ask about her and you should be able to get in fairly easy"

I huffed impatiently. "Can't you just tell me where it is?" he laughed. "Now you know as well as I do that would be treason for me and poor Ran Mao. I can't, but I did give you a name. She's very popular, just ask around." I sighed again.

"What other names can you give me? Bigger ones. I need about ten" I said hoping he would give the rest up. He did, enclosed a few names that were British even. People I knew, surprising.

"Thank you Lau, now if you could keep your mouth shut about the whole thing it should go smoothly" Ran Mao nodded. "He would keep this secret for you, so our business grows." How odd, the girl speaking not only once but twice.

Lau excused himself and I had him sent back in a carriage without another thought.

"Sebastian, get me my street clothes. We're about to go look for some Opium and women. Are you ready?" I asked taking off my eye patch.

"Yes Master, we shall be on our way in no time at all." And soon we were off, back to the filthy town of London.

Revised well? I hope so. Everyone always says there are a few things that need fixed. I hope my minor changes have made the story a little better.