Hey guys! I know that this is spur of the moment but, I just thought of this amazing story!...Well to be honest, I didn't think about it, I dreamt it :) This chapter is supposed to take place right after His Butler, Phantom Image and before His Butler, on Ice. So without further ado, enjoy! -May

P.S. I do not own Kuroshitsuji...I wish I did!

Rosalind's P.O.V.

Rosalind Cantatio leaned against the carriage door, closing her eyes. She was exhausted. Her master dragged her to England for she was to accompany him on a business trip. He got mad at her for forgetting one of his bags when they got of the ship, hence she was whipped, beaten and carved upon. She was in pain, but she dealt with it, knowing that if she showed any sign of weakness that her master would certainty take advantage of it; however, she could not help herself when she began to slip into the world of unconsciousness, for the poor girl had not even had a wink of sleep in the past few days.

"Rosalind! What are you doing? Who gave you permission to sleep?" He smacked her across the face, and her eyes fluttered open in shock. "Speak you insolent girl!" he said, pulling her closer to him by the collar of her filthy gown.

"S-S-Sorry, Master Lucian." Rosalind stuttered. She was sitting opposite of him in the carriage, so when he pulled her in, his face was mere inches away from hers. His light green eyes stared at her intensely. He roughly pushed her away and pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his hands as if he was cleansing himself of her presence.

"Good, I didn't want to get my hands dirty teaching you another lesson." He ran his hands through his black hair, frowning and looking back out the carriage window.

'Like that has ever stopped you before.' Rosalind thought, a growl rising in her throat. Just then, the carriage came to a halt and she quickly scurried out of the door, holding it open for her Master to get through.

Ciel's P.O.V.

Ciel sat at the dining table sipping tea. He was currently waiting for Lucian Blackwood to arrive at the manor for their arranged business dinner. Lucian was the heir of the well known Aphrodite Company in America which also produced toys. A few months ago, his father fell ill and shortly after, became bed-ridden. Lucian had been sent to work out a deal between the Funtom Company and the Aphrodite Company; however, because of Lucian's constant laid back attitude and typical American rudeness, the deal between the two rival companies has yet to be made. (A/N: No offense to Americans out there, I too, am American. It's just that Ciel...well, he's not.)

When the door opened and Lucian sauntered in, Ciel wasn't surprised to see Sebastian already looking vaguely annoyed. Ciel rose to greet him, but Lucian just plopped into the chair across from the Earl. "Damn Yankee." Ciel thought, getting annoyed. Lucian turned around to look at the door, ignoring the Earl completely. After a few seconds, the door opened softly and a girl a few years older than Ciel walked in. Ciel's eyebrow rose in question as he took in her appearance. Her white dress was filthy, the amount of dirt on it, almost completely turning it into a light brown color. There were patches of red on the gown, some of it dark and faded, some of it bright. The biggest patch seemed to be on top of her chest and seemed to be a mix of both dark and red splotches, he noted. Her blond hair was tangled and her skin could only be described as disgusting. It was covered in dirt from her head down to her toes (and yes, her feet were bare) and dried blood appeared in awful stains all over her body. Besides the dirt and blood, there were bruises blossoming on her skin. The bruises were purple, causing Ciel to figure that they were recently made. But what surprised the most was her eyes, they were golden brown, and void of emotion. He watched as she carried a tray of tea, towards her master, moving slowly and stiffly.

"I'm not getting any younger Rosalind." Lucian hissed, shooting daggers at her. The girl, Rosalind hurried stiffly to his side and started preparing the tea. Ciel took the opportunity to look at Sebastian, who was glaring at the girl.

"Sebastian," Ciel whispered. "Is something the matter?" Sebastian looked down at his master and decided to choose his words carefully.

"Nothing to be of concern." Sebastian said calmly. "Now if you will excuse me, I believe that the preparations for dinner are complete." Ciel waved him off, not taking notice as Sebastian bowed and exited the room.

As Ciel turned to greet Lucian, there was a loud crash. Rosalind's arms were covered in boiling hot tea and she looked like she was about to cry. Lucian was standing next to her smugly, with the teapot in his hand. After a moment of silence, the smugness quickly turned into anger when he saw the girl quickly composing herself until her face was void of emotion again. Ciel stood frozen in shock from the whole ordeal. Rosalind obediently stood still , an unreadable expression on her face as Lucian pulled out a whip from his trowsers and started to whip her. 1,2,3,4,5 times! And he kept going. The Earl, hearing the girl whimper as the whip struck her a eighth time, finally got out of his state of shock.

"Sebastian, stop that man and get him out of my house. Now. That is an order." Ciel said calmly, re-arranging his face into a cruel, blank stare as the whip struck the girl once again.

Ciel watched as Sebastian burst through the door and quickly move towards the pair. As Lucian dragged the whip behind him, building up the strength for another powerful hit, Sebastian struck. He twisted Lucian's arm, Ciel hearing the sicking snap. Lucian cried out in pain as his arm went limp. Sebastian picked him up easily, slinging the cursing, angry man as he took him out of the room to dispose of him.

"I'll get you back for this Phantomhive! Mark my words! You and that she-devil, both!"

Rosalind's P.O.V.

"I can not believe that he would dare to cause such a scene in front of the Earl Phantomhive! May God send him down into the eternal flame!" Rosalind cringed as the pain from the burns washed over her. The skin on her arms was beginning to redden and take on a splotchy appearance as blisters began to appear. The pain began to intensify once she realized that the gashes from the whip on her stomach and legs were openly bleeding.

Another wave of pain washed over her, and she began to feel the world around her go black as her legs gave out; however, be it a miracle, or be it Ciel Phantomhive, she did not fall at all.

"For God's sakes he just saw me beaten on the ground! And he is an Earl! How come he is rushing to my aid?" Rosalind thought as Ciel sat her in the chair her master previously occupied.

"She's surprisingly light." Ciel thought. He needed to keep her distracted from the pain, Madame Red had taught him that if any victim with any injury is on the edge of unconsciousness, to keep them awake no matter what.

"What do you think of the estate?" he asked her quietly. Rosalind groaned, every syllable was like a bullet to her brain. Realizing that he had asked her a question, she struggled through the excruciating pain to try to come up with an acceptable answer.

"It's...peaceful." she softly replied. To Ciel, her voice sounded like golden wind chimes, every syllable held its own note. He racked his brain for something else to say, and even though he knew all sorts of facts, trivia and happenings, he could only come up with a single question:

"How would you like a job here?"

Chapter edited: 8/8/14