Chapter 3

When I wake again I'm in a different room, and there's no blinding light. I am no longer tied up and am sitting in a plush armchair in a fancy ass drawing room.

I swivel my head around and my eyes narrow as they land on the skinny butler in the corner. I snarl, intending to scare him, but he simply chuckles. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? I glare at him again when he opens his mouth.

"It is not very polite or ladylike to snarl in such a way miss."

I ball up my hands, digging my long, sharp nails into my wrists.

"The hell it is asshole."

He frowns, no longer amused.

"I would kindly ask you to stop speaking in such an uncouth matter."

I'm about to snarl at him again when I glance down and realize that I am not actually attached to the chair. Without a second thought I hurl myself at him, my wings tightly tucked into my sides.

Just as I'm about to latch on to his throat, he sidesteps around me and grabs one of my wings. He rips it backward and I scream in agony. Forget wanting to know who he is. What the fuck is he? No average human could move that fast or be so strong.

The butler lets go of my wing and my shoulder slams into a side table, splitting the wood into hundreds of shards. I hold up my injured wing at an awkward angle and push myself up into a standing position.

Splinters from the table have punctured my right side and blood oozes out of the wounds. I yank out the pieces of wood and wince. These injuries shouldn't take more than a few hours to heal completely, as they are fairly minor. I look up and glare at the man standing about 10 feet away from me. He stares at me and asks, "Would you like to stop behaving like an animal so that we can discuss the situation at hand like civilized people?"

I roll my shoulders around a few times.

"We both know that neither of us is human, and I sure as hell am not civilized. So, we can talk, but I have no guarantee that the discussion will be civilized or normal."

I walk toward the chair that I was seated in previously and sit down. I cross my legs and pull them up onto the chair with the rest of me. I always sit this way. I honestly don't know why.

The butler walks toward me but pauses a few yards away from me.

"So, who are you? Why did you try to kill the young master and who do you work for? What exactly are you?"

I hold up my hands.

"Whoa. Not so many questions at once. My name is Tori. I work as an assassin and the Little Brook Company hired me to kill Ciel, because they wanted to control the toy market."

"You didn't answer my last question—what are you?"

I look down at my hands. What exactly am I? I have wings, a thirst for blood, immortality, and incredible speed and strength. I suppose that I'm a vampire, but I have no aversion to holy water, garlic, or crosses. I don't sleep in a coffin, and the sunlight doesn't burn me, although I am naturally nocturnal. So, what am I?

I announce my complicated makeup to the butler waiting in the corner. He nods.

"I see. I have never met a creature such as yourself, Tori. My name is Sebastian, and I am the butler to the Phantomhive household."

"That's all well and good, but what are you? No human could beat me in a fight."

"Perhaps you think a little too much of your skills?"

"I'm quite confident in my abilities, thank you very much," I sniff, annoyed, "so answer the damn question."

Sebastian grins and I notice the color of his eyes for the very first time. They are a vivid crimson, the color of freshly spilt blood. My throat burns at the thought of blood.

"If you must know, I am a demon. Ciel summoned me from the depths of Hell, and created a contract with me. When I fulfill the contract, I will take his soul and consume it."

My eyes widen. A demon? Demons are the stuff of nightmares; demons do not exist. I mentally slap myself for my idiocy. I'm a vampire and I think it is illogical for demons to exist? How much of a hypocrite can I be?

I laugh out loud. Sebastian looks confused so I say, "It's nothing. But I was wondering, why am I still alive at the moment? I tried to kill your master and yet I am still sitting here talking to you."

Sebastian thinks for a moment and then replies, "Ciel is interested in finding out more about you. He noticed your strength and speed and his curiosity got the better of him. I also think that he wants a creature with ability to beat me in a fight. And finally, I myself wanted another person to guard the young master. His enemies are stirring more than usual you see."

I sit back and process this information and then look at the butler again.

"What makes you think that I would stay here and guard Ciel?"

"I would not force you to guard Ciel. However, if you decline this offer, I will have to kill you. Also, I thought that it might be nice for you to have a more stabilized life. Being an assassin 24/7 must get tiring."

I laugh, "Indeed it does. But I am a monster. What makes you think that I would be a trustworthy bodyguard, especially since I just tried to kill the person you want me to protect?"