hello readers! i just finished my other chapter (which you know if you read it) . i hope you guys like it. i know its weird to be updating again so soon, but its not that often that i get this much free time on my hands. i would just like to inform you guys that this chapter is an immediate pick up of the last one, she is still sitting on the floor. and because im sure someone will bring it up, i know its not in Sebastian character to be so outright and violent with his demands, i just thought it would be amusing to see his lose his cool. in this chapter, we get sebbys back story! paxloria is the only one that caught that Sebastian shouldnt know she's not from his current world. his back story was just so long i didnt want to put it in the last chapter. also, this chapter i want to make my OC a little more human. it's also come to my attention that undertaker and Faline don't have enough interaction for people that live together, so i think im going to fix that and give them a cute little bonding scene. well, ENJOY!-PenNinja

And just so you guys know, this is Sebastian having/narrating his flashback in the first person pov.

sebstian calmy walked down the dark street, his master would be pleased to learn of her gracious acceptance of his humble invitation to his home. though, he didnt understand why his young master insisted upon a written invitation when he could have simply sent him to "convince" her earlier on. The magic smell on her was familiar, and he had not noticed it on her until he brought her so close to his face, but there was no doubt about it, it belonged to HER. That women from so long ago, that WITCH. She had done this to him, had made him what he was. the strong enchantment on the collar she wore had masked it from him earlier, but now he remembered it all to well.

how young and foolish i was to think that i could do as i wished without consequences. when my own desires were just that, my own. it had been dark and raining heavily, much like tonight, but without the comfort of the lamps the mortals light. most cliché, now that i think of it. then a light appeared, so warm and inviting, as if to call me in. i knocked on the door of the old caravan that seemed to appear from the darkness that was swallowing the night, the darkness that would soon swallow me. i still see her opening the door, her hair as white as the full moon, and her eyes the deep purple of the violets that grew in the spring, eyes that i would later come to hate. i knew the moment she invited me in that i wanted her, and that i would have her. I desired her body, my worst weakness as a mortal, my desire for women. she sat me down and gave me food and wine, asking me about myself. i didn't care to speak of my own past, i told her i was a noble that had lost my way, that i was rich. i spun her such beautiful lies, my charitable acts, glorious hunts, how i was engaged to a beautiful woman i couldnt love. oh how mortals can lie. i interested her, intrigued her, and later that night i seduced her. i spoke if nonsense such as souls, true love, and a nobles honor until finally, i made her mine. when morning finally came, i was preparing to leave, she told me she loved me, and at this i could only laugh. She could love a man she had only just met, and one made completely of lies, at the thought of it i could only laugh harder. when she questioned me i dropped my noble façade. i had what i wanted.

"i thought you loved my soul." she was so calm when she said it, she said it almost arrogantly.

"i loved your body, and now im done with it." i was the cruelest kind of human, in a way, i was already a demon. She claimed she would punish me, but i didnt see reason to believe her.

the pain way immeasurable, when she changed me. But the feeling of ones soul dying would be. I felt all emotions replaced with hatred and anger, and my body felt like a husk. the darkness had enveloped me, i would forever be trapped by it. when i awoke, i was in a dark place, with nothing but these words to echo in my head forever;

"you want the human body, but now you will forever walk this realm as a beast that desires only the soul." and now, i smell the same magic spell that was on me when i first arrived here. my only want for weeks was to go home, and he could almost taste that desire coming from her.

Sebastian put his hand on the door knob of the front entrance of Phantomhive manor, tasting the bitter memory.

Faline picked herself up off the floor. Her jaw was killing her, and she was sure that it was black and blue. She didn't know if Sebastian was telling the truth or not...could he really have a way home? it wasnt as if she didn't appreciate undertaker, who was really the only person that was kind to her, but she longed for her own world. but she figured , if Sebastian could see her for what she was and survive being stabbed, then maybe he was powerful enough to send her home. she looked down to see that she was covered in his blood. It was odd really, she thought for some reason that his blood would be black and thick, like a poison, but it was as bright red as any humans. Looking at the blood though, she started shaking again. While its true that this wasnt her first fight, it was the first time that she had ever tried to really kill someone, and the fact that he should have died and didnt only disturbed her that much more. She numbly walked into the back room and filled the tub with water. She had to get the blood off...the room was dimly lit with candles, and she looked at her reflection in the water. she was a mess. Her jaw was bruised even worse that she had thought. it was a hideous dark purple, almost black, surrounded by green and sky blue spreading up her cheek and running from her jaw line down to her chin. she had some of his blood spattered across her nose and forehead. at seeing herself like this the pain and fear were replaces with sadness, the situation she was in really hitting her for the first time. she walked out to the main room and sat down at the table, ignoring the blood on the floor in front of her and the knife in the wall behind her, put her face in her hands and quietly started to cry.

* going to Undertakers POV now

Undertaker had concluded his business as fast as he could, and quicker than anticipated. he wasnt comfortable leaving the girl by herself. the last time he had done so she was snatched out from under his nose, and he did feel responsible. he worried less because of her immortality, but that didn't mean she couldn't be hurt, it just meant that she would survive and have to live with the pain. he should've known that Shinigami dispatch would be after her, she was a rarity after all, an immortal human, such an amusing treat. back in his days as a reaper, his job would have required him to put her down like an unloved animal, but now he was free to just watch and laugh. no time for laughter yet though, he thought as the carriage bounced. it was pouring heavily outside, and the rain made the air smell clean and cool. it was lovely. the carriage slowly slid to halt just down the road from his shop, and he stepped out into the rain. it was night, but the absence of moon only made it that much darker. sometimes he wished that it could rain without clouds, just so he could feel the rain and see the stars at the same time. he began walking and heard the carriage speed away behind him, splashing him all across his back, not that it mattered, he would be soaked by the time he got to the shop anyway. he giggled like a child as he walked, enjoying every moment. approaching his door he knew something was wrong, the door was cracked open, there was a drop of blood on the frame, and the shop was still lit. he put his hand on the door, and softly pushed, revealing the mess that was his shop and employee.

He approached the girl, ignoring the blood he was standing in,then he reached over her and pulled the knife out of the wall. had she tried to kill herself? no, she was stronger than that, and she knew that it was impossible anyway. her face was buried in her hands and from the way her shoulders shook she was obviously upset, despite how quiet she was. he turned he face up lightly to look at him, but she flinched away, muttering about how he shouldnt sneak up on people. he went over to the other side of the table and knelt down to get on her level, and asked her to look at him. Faline wasnt sure why she did what he said, but his voice was soft in a way that made her want to listen. she turned to look at him and he got his first really good look at her face. She was, in short, fucked up. she was crying, her face was badly bruised and covered with a mix of blood and tears. The front of her dress and her right hand and sleeve had more blood on them. the left side of her face on her cheek had what looked like finger shaped bruises coming out of the large hideous one on her jaw. her crying had irritated her eyes and made her already bright green eyes even brighter, almost like a shinigami's. none of the blood seemed to be hers, so obviously she had defended herself. but how had the knife gotten lodged into the wall? Something non-human had gotten to her, but he doubted it was another shinigami. it wasnt like the dispatch to waste time terrorizing little girls. his train of thought was broken when the girl gently buried her face in his chest, ignoring the fact that he was soaked. at first he was a little surprised, it was unlike her to show any weakness. or affection for that matter. He chuckled lightly and put his arms around her, this was new, it was unlike him to return affection, but he genuinely felt responsible for her welfare. through technicality, he was her guardian, as he was the adult in charge of her and she was 16 years old.

Faline stayed hidden in his shirt a little while longer before pulling back to look at undertaker. She was no longer crying, but her face expressed her exhaustion.

"c'mon then love, i have something for your face" he said, lifting her up onto the table like she weighed next to nothing. she was too tired to be embarrassed. he left the room to go get "something for her face" and she started thinking about her options. Going was no longer a choice, she would have to., but she had no guarantee of her safety. whats to stop him from killing her when she arrives? She put her hands on her face and cringed. She now had an entirely new set of problems.

undertaker came back with a jar of some sorts and opened it. he dipped his hand in and began gently applying it to her face. This, he admitted, was one of the oddest weeks of his life.

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well, here you go! i think that's the fastest ive ever updated. anyway, that was Sebastian history with the witch that sent Faline there. And just to avoid confusion, Sebastian was originally from Falines world, but he was from the Victorian era of Falines world, and like her, he ended up much further back in time, so he has been a demon for a long time. i got a little mushy with this chapter, but that's the first time ive done that. i wanted Faline to have a weak side too. please read and review!-PenNinja