A gentle smell of coffee woke her from her sleep. The pillow beneath her head was soft and cool and she pressed her face further into it, smelling her and the man she spent the night with. The smell of cedar mixing with his sweat in pleasant, soothing way. Until she remember what exactly had happened. For a moment she chastised herself until the press of cool lips met her temple.

"Good morning, dearie," The annoying sing songy voice whispered in her ear. She grunted and sat up. Cecilia stretched her arms and was surprised at how well rested she felt. She looked at her new lover with a small smile that only grew as he passed a warm cup of coffee into her hands. She sipped it with a smile before looking at him over the rim.

"It isn't poisoned this time, is it?" She asked him, making him giggle, his smile as wide as the moon.

"I much prefer my women alive." He jested and she choked on her coffee at the implication. He crawled closer to her face and she stared at him, feeling her face grow red. "Can't make much noise if they're dead, can they?" He asked. She stared at him and shivered as he trailed a long fingernail down her neck and chest. She took a hurried sip. He chuckled at her shyness and leaned back he gestured to the nightstand beside her. "I am not too sure what you prefer for breakfast, but I figured this was the least I could offer." She spied a pastry and a hard boiled egg.

"Thank you." She offered him with a polite smile.

"Oh, no need to thank me, dearie." He chuckled. "It was the least I could do after being so rough with you last night." He explained a placed his hand on her leg. Cecilia smirked as she set the cup on the nightstand, facing away from him.

"You really think that's rough?" She chuckled and as she reached for the pastry, the hand tightened around her ankle and yanked her down on the bed, startling her. When Cecilia got her bearings right again, she found she was once more under the Undertaker. He was straddling her with a hand placed firmly on her throat and wicked grin plastered on his face.

"Would you like something a bit more dangerous?" He asked in a tone that threatened she would get more than she asked for. Cecilia chuckled and met his smirk with a grin as she place a hand on his wrist.

"You'll find I could handle much more than you could ever hope to give me." She responded confidently. She felt his fingers press into her veins gently, slowly beginning to apply pressure. She could feel the buzz already beginning and she couldn't help but giggle. He applied more. Undertaker's smile had faded to a smirk. He squeezed her neck just enough. Cecilia was beginning to lose her vision and she was laughing at this point. Her adrenaline was pumping through her body, desperate to reach her brain. Without warning, he released her throat and she gasped in air. The blood, air, and adrenaline rushed to her brain, making her writhe underneath of him. Undertaker looked down at the woman who was practically purring. He chuckled and moved off of her. If he wasn't careful, they would be stuck there all day.

"I'm impressed, dearie." He told her as he stood by the bed. She stopped moving and rolled her head to look at him. "As tempting as it would be, I must return to work." He chuckled and looked over his shoulder, closing his eyes with his smile. "Duty calls." He cheered.

Undertaker stood there for a moment and was surprised when he didn't hear anything. Not a peep, not a sound. He opened his eyes and his heart dropped into his stomach. She had pushed the covers off of her and sat there staring at him behind her wild mane of curls. Her night dress hung off her shoulder, almost exposing her, and the hem was bunched around her thighs.

It's a glamour spell. That's all it is. He tried to hell himself as his eyes roamed over her. His eyes were drawn to the pink of her lips, the depth of her eyes. He imagined how it would feel to tangle his fingers in her hair, to pull it as he's railing her. His ears were filled with the moans of the night prior and he could swear he felt her breath on his neck. It's a glamour! He tried to remind himself but he couldn't stop. He had taken the first step towards the bed and she smirked. He was caught in her spell. She crooked her finger, beckoning him to her as she lay herself down as he undressed and came to her call. He smirked to himself.

Oh, she is dangerous.

"What do you mean she isn't here?" Ceil asked his butler while he leaned in his chair, book in front of him, laying open.

"I've searched the property and she is not here." Sebastian explained, irked at the woman's disappearance, but not all together surprised. Witches shared many traits with cats. This was one of them, the desire to come and go as they please.

"Well where could she be?" Ciel asked, irritable. "It's not as though she has many places to go." He grumbled and crossed his arms.

"What would you like me to do?" Sebastian asked, arms at his sides, ready for his master's orders.

"Find her and return her." He ordered. With a brief bow, Sebastian turned and headed out. He had a suspicion of where he might find her and pursued that first. He was quite surprised at what he found.

Sebastian stood in the doorway of the Undertaker's guest bedroom. Origionally, he did not want to intrude, but after no sight of the Undertaker, and pleasured moans coming from upstairs, he couldn't resist a chance to embarrass the little witch further. He was disappointed. Instead, on the bed before him, Undertaker lay. He was on his stomach and the sheet covered up to his hips. He was groaning with pleasure and looked thoroughly exhausted. Sebastian audibly sighed. No witch in sight. He turned to leave when Undertaker spoke.

"You may want to try her home." He suggested weakly. Sebastian looked over his shoulder to see the man propped up on his elbow.

"Really, sir." Sebastian began with a smile. "To be fooled by a glamour, you must be very embarrassed." Undertaker only laughed as Sebastian walked away and down the steps. Her home had burned and the landlord lay dead inside of it. It was a pile of rubble and dust with nothing useful, at least not to his eyes. But this was a witch he was dealing with. Such creatures all but ruled the emotional realm. Most magic drew it strength from notions such as love and home.

Sebastian was almost surprised to find Cecilia kneeling in the rubble, digging through it. She was looking for something and he waited for her on the sidewalk. Cecilia dug and found several shattered bottles and burnt remnants of her things. She lifted the hem of second favorite blue dress with a pout. The section of the hem was all that was left.

Something in the rubble caught her eye. The shine of the glass in the evening's light shone. It was framed by wood and she reached out, pulling the picture out from underneath the glass. She lifted it and inspected it. Miraculously, it was intact. She smirked to herself. Of course this would be the only thing that survives.

In the picture were four women. They were outside and two sat across from each other in small white seats. Behind each of them, another woman stood.

"I recognize you." Sebastian said from behind her, and she jumped a bit. He smirked and leaned closer, his hand extending past her and pointed at her in the photograph. She sat on the right in one of the chairs. Her hair was piled in curls and she wore a dark dress and coat. Her face was stern and her hand rested on the small white table between her and the other woman who held her hand. Their clasped hands rested on the table together. The woman across from her had pale blonde hair and her expression matched Cecilia's. Tense and stern. Their backs were rigid. "But I don't recognize the other three." He explain and his finger gently moved to the seated blond.

"That is Amelia." She explained quietly. "She is my older sister. I was the youngest. She was the third child and she was my best friend growing up." Cecilia paused and was not sure why she felt the need to tell him these things, personal things that only one other person knew outside of the family. His finger moved to the woman behind Amelia. Her hands were gripped into her sister's shoulders so tightly you could see the creases in Amelia's dress. "Lilian. She was the second oldest. She was tasked with practically raising Amelia so they are as close as they could be, given Lillian's attitude towards us." His finger slid over to the figure behind her. Cecilia swallowed and looked at her oldest sister. The fingernails were dug into her shoulders, much like Lillian and Amelia. She could still feel those bony fingers pressing into her shoulder. "Catherine was the oldest and cruelest. You could say I was not raised in the happiest of homes." She told him and looked over her shoulder at him suspiciously. "Why are you pretending to be interested?" She asked him and ignored how close he was to her face. He leaned back and stood up, extending a hand to her.

"It is only polite to feign interest in my future coworker." He explained as he helped her to her feet. She chuckled.

"Ah, so the earl was not joking." She said and he smirked at her.

"Unfortunately not." He responded and extended his arm to her, ready to escort her back to the manor. She accepted it.

"Surely you would appreciate a more competent colleague." She giggled. He didn't answer but she had a feeling all he said was partially in jest. She looked around. "You don't really mean for us to walk all the way back do you?" Without another word he scooped her up, making her yelp.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Cecilia sat in Ciel's office across the desk from the young earl. In all the years she had been alive, never before had she met an earl so young. She'd heard of infant monarchs of course, but most adults hadn't been as competent as Ciel.

"You understand why you are here, correct?" He asked her.

"I am under the impression you would like to offer me employment." She stated formally, trying to keep a straight face.

"Is something funny?" He asked and she shook her head, trying not to smile. He scowled and continued. "This is the contract of your employment, should you choose to accept. In it is you list of duties, salary, and an explanation of your room and board here."

"And what exactly would my job title be?" Cecilia asked as she accepted the paper.

"I would like you to be my tutor." Ciel stated simply and Cecilia blinked. Wouldn't a demon be better suited, a being almost old as time itself? "I am finding my lessons occasionally interfere with Sebastian's other duties and he has made it clear my studies should be held as a priority. I see this as a compromise." Cecilia looked over the paper. Her heart almost stopped at her salary. This would be plenty enough to replace her herbs and her dresses. "You will have full access to the kitchen and I will on occasion be requesting your assistance."

"What would you like me to teach you?" Cecilia asked, already accepting.

"Everything you know." Ciel stated seriously. He did not expect to find himself in the kitchen that afternoon for his first lesson. He sat at the counter on a stool as she put ingredient before him. He scowled. "When I asked to learn everything you know, I didn't mean basic tasks such as cooking. I have servants for that."

"And what if they leave, or pass on?" She asked as she snooped through the cupboards.

"I'll have Sebastian make it." He countered and she giggled.

"You really shouldn't rely on him for everything, Ciel." She told him and grabbed the sugar and set it infront of him. "Cooking food is the same as cooking a potion or casting a spell. It was also how I began to learn. Here you will learn how to read measurements, substitutions, and how to read directions." Cecilia explained all of this and turned the cookbook to the young earl. A picture of a chocolate cake sat before him. "Besides, if Sebastian ever says no to desert, you can make it yourself." She added with a wink. "Now, what is step one?" Ciel sighed and read the book.

"It says to mix the dry ingredients first." He explained with an annoyed look.

"So do it." She instructed.

"I really don't see how this is-"

"Do you want me to teach you?" She asked with a patient smile. "Would you really rather be stuck in that stuffy study all day?" She pushed and empty bowl to him. "Now mix." She instructed and handed over the measuring utensils. "Make sure you get the proper amounts." She added. Ciel added the dry ingredients and mixed them lazily in the bowl. "Next?" She asked. Ciel looked back into the book.

"In a separate bowl, beat the eggs. Then add oil, milk, and vanilla." He read aloud. He looked up from the book and saw she was handing him the eggs. He took them and looked at them. "How do I…." Cecilia's smile fell.

"You don't know how to crack eggs?" She asked.

"It's not like I had anyone to teach me this!" He shouted at her. Cecilia offered a small smile and took one of the eggs.

"That's alright." She told him. "Just means I get to teach you a little magic as well." Ciel perked up at this and she leaned on the counter a bit, as though about to tell him a secret. "This is an old trick I learned to see if someone has put a curse on you."

"Wouldn't I know that?" He asked.

"Curses are more complex than most people realize. But that is for a different day." She told him and held the egg out at arms length. "Circle it around your head clockwise and then crack it on the edge of the bowl or counter." She did as she told to demonstrate and cracked it on the metal bowl. She held it over the bowl and placed her thumbs on the crack. "Press in and pull it open." She told him and opened the egg. The yolk fell out into the bowl. The bright yellow yolk swam in the clear membrane. She set the shells aside with a smile. "No curse for me!" She said cheerily.

"How can you tell?" Ciel asked as he leaned over the bowl and for a brief moment, she could see the child in him shinning through in the form of curiosity.

"If there was a curse, there would be blood in the membrane." She explained. "You try now. Wave it around your head, yes that's it, not crack it." He hit it on the side of bowl and it all but split for him. "Good crack, now open it like I showed you." Cecilia encouraged him with a smile. He dug his fingers in and pulled the shell apart. Ciel watched as her bright smile fell while the yolk fell into the bowl. The sunny yellow of Cecilia's egg was covered by Ciel's egg. Blood clouded the membrane, covering it in a dark red. Ciel looked on in horror. He opened his mouth to speak but her hand rest infront of his face, shushing him. Cecelia stared into the bowl intently, trying to determine just what kind of spell was used. Was it intentional? Did is cause health problems? Financial ruin? Death or injury?

Ciel was startled when her head snapped up and she smiled.

"What's wrong? I'm cursed. Who cursed me?" He asked, starting to grow concerned.

"Don't worry, Ciel." She told him. "It is a very basic curse any novice can do. I am honestly surprised it has enough strength to show up in the egg test."

"What does that mean?" He asked as she began looking through his cupboards once more.

"It means, it is easy to break." She explained. "However, I may need to run a few errands. Use the other bowl and crack two more eggs. Continue baking." She expected to hear the eggs cracking but paused when she heard nothing. Cecilia turned and saw Ciel staring at the bowl of eggs they had cracked. She walked over to him and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. This startled him and he looked up at her. Cecilia smiled. "Ciel, you hired me because of my expertise in magic. Have a little faith in your employee." She told him with a smile. He turned back to his eggs and began cracking them. "I need to go grab something from my bag, I will be right back. Just follow the recipe until I return."

"Alright." He said quietly and Cecilia turned and left the room. She walked down the hall, but the moment she turned the corner she took off in a sprint. Cecilia ran down the hall and as she did, she passed Sebastian, grabbing his arm and dragging the demon into her new room. It was the same as before and nothing had changed.

Cecilia slammed the door shut and whipped around, staring at Sebastian warily. He stared back with a scowl as he readjusted himself.

"I don't see the reason-"

"Ciel's cursed." She cut him off. Sebastian froze. In their realm, being cursed and being damned were two very different things. "It's just a health curse. I can break it, I just need some things."

"What do you need?" He asked, almost eager to preserve the health of his master. It wouldn't do to have him drop dead of poor health.

"Embalming fluid." She stated. Sebastian blinked at her. For a brief moment, she almost seemed uncomfortable. "I need you to get it for me."

"And you can't retrieve it why?" He asked her, narrowing his eyes. She didn't shift on her feet, she didn't look away. She looked him square in the face with a bit of a smirk.

"I don't think I'd be able to return quick enough."

Sorry it is so short. I plan on adding more soon though! Hope you enjoyed. Also, I'll be adding in actual bits of magic and folk lore in the story. And in case you haven't guessed by now, this is going to be a very smutty fic.