Hello, everyone! So I finally got off my ass and did a sort of sequel for this. Been a while, I know, and I know it's just over a thousand words, but hey, I'm pretty proud of this. Also, writing in Sebastian's POV is always so fun ^^

Enjoy, my dears! And do please tell me about any grammar/spelling issues you happen to find!

Ciel was constantly being reminded of her fragile mortality. He would notice little things throughout the day. For example, he could be lying beside her and notice the subtle rise and fall of her chest. He could see the pale, peach color of her throat and think about how easily he could wrap his fingers around it and kill her without a second thought. Sometimes he would imagine what her death would be like, and if it would be caused by him or some unknown force. And in those moments, he would try to remind himself that he wouldn't allow her to feel such suffering. In those moments, he felt something that could only be described as something close to fear.

Sure, she could probably endure much more than his dainty and most-likely deceased ex-fiancée. That much was obvious, but he couldn't help but think about how easily the fire in her eyes could be extinguished. Perhaps in more way than one.

The Earl and his dark butler were on their way into town on business. As soon as the thought of seeing her again entered his mind, he turned to the butler.

"Sebastian," he started. "How exactly did Hannah manage to turn me?"

The Butler, turned to him with the most fake smile he'd seen yet. "Why do you ask, my Lord?"

Clearing his throat, he replied. "Just curious. Before that, I didn't think it was possible for a human to turn into a demon. At least, not like that."

Ciel felt like a child once more under the hard gaze of the elder demon.

Sebastian turned, choosing to look straight ahead. "Does this have to do with the girl you've become so fond of?"

"I'm not obliged to answer your questions."

Sebastian smiled, amused by his master's reply. "Very well, Young Master."

Ciel huffed and stared out the window, ignoring his butler for the rest of the ride. He was annoyed that Sebastian always seemed to figure out everything, though he supposed that had been obvious. He'd been thinking about it for a while. Only rarely did he consider that she would never forgive him for turning her into a monster like him. A demon. However, he was selfish, and did not wish for her pathetic mortality to distract him any longer. He had, regrettably, become attached to her and did not wish to let her go.

The Earl sighed. Damn his human emotions.

He couldn't avoid seeing her, even if he wanted to. She had spotted him when he was on the way back to the carriage, attacking him with a hug that he was almost surprised by. He shuddered when she got off, being vaguely reminded of the somewhat annoying blonde girl he'd once known.

They exchanged a few words, and being the polite gentleman he was, he invited her over for tea. Her reply, as always, was a simple "Maybe". Though, he knew she would take him up on the offer. She always did.

They would talk about things that neither of them could care less about. Sebastian would eventually leave them be after the sudden looks he'd get from his master, and then they would 'retire' to his bedchambers. Most of the time, however, they would simply continue to talk about more intimate things. It only ever bothered him when she mentioned eventually wanting a family. So many thoughts would plague his mind then; could a demon and human even conceive? Would it be painful for her? Would they have to adopt? Would he have to turn her into a demon first?

Did he even want a family with her? This pathetic little human; a cruel and constant reminder of what he'd once been. Did he really?

Glancing down at her sleeping form, he raised a hand to move strands of hair that had fallen in her face. He hummed quietly, watching her expression twitch slightly as his hand moved down to her exposed throat. His long fingers wrapped around it, passing over the bruises that had begun to form.

They squeezed lightly; her brow furrowed.

Sighing out of habit, his pale hand slid back up to her soft cheeks, caressing them with a touch as light as a summer's breeze. He brought her body closer to his, burying his nose in her messy locks. A smile crept onto his face as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck, sighing in content.

Perhaps he did.

"I wish to change her."

"I know, young Master."

He had that annoying smirk on his face again, though if one looked closely enough, they could see the slight disappointment in his eyes.

Sebastian Michaelis, as his name was to be until the little shit died, knew about his Master's growing affection for the little mortal girl. He wasn't exactly surprised, however. He had known Ciel Phantomhive longer than anyone- except maybe Undertaker- and he knew how possessive he could get over what he claimed his. He knew this well, considering he was the same way.

Years before, when the little earl was still a human child, he would kill anyone who dared to harm a hair on his head without a second thought (give or take a few, of course). Not because he cared for the lad, but because Ciel was his and he didn't take kindly to sharing. So one could imagine the burning rage he felt when those filthy beings under Trancy's command dared to do all that they did. He had constantly been planning out fates worse than death for those two, Hannah Anafeloz and Claude Faustus, but their gruesome death in that no-man's-land had to do. He knew they weren't actually dead, because if he did then he would be seriously underestimating them. They had been around for almost as long as he had, but he was older and much more powerful. He would give what was coming for them, after he had trained his new little... responsibility. The girl, however, was seriously getting in the way of his carefully thought out plan.

He considered, if Ciel actually went through with the process, training her along with the boy. However, that would all depend on her. If she would be powerful enough, strong enough to survive the first years, he would see.

He already had enough demons under his thumb that were already older and more powerful than the two, but he wanted his last attack on Claude to be personal.

Sebastian Michaelis had plans for the two lovebirds, and he would not allow petty human emotions to ruin his hard work.

The demon lord would end Claude and Hannah's pathetic existence if it was the last thing he did.