Demons (Ciel Phantomhive x Half-wolf!reader)

Chapter One.

  It was a cold November day. The day you encountered him. You had been living on the streets since you were five years old. God knows how you survived in those harsh conditions. You learned how to survive, how to depend on yourself alone. You were sixteen years old now. You no longer had the body of a child. If you could look past the scraps you wore as clothes and the dirt, you were beautiful. You had (h/l), (h/c) tangled hair. It was a mess. You had deep (e/c) eyes, porcelain skin and a smile to die for. Too bad you didn't have what to smile for anymore. You were walking down a side street when suddenly you felt a massive hand pulling your hair. You turned around and saw a tall man, overweight with an almost bald head and a red beard taking over his face. His brown eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Hey babe, going somewhere?" the massive man said seductively.

"Let go of me!" you spat at him with disgust.

"Why would I do such a thing when I finally found a new, fresh toy to play with?"

He slammed you into a wall and pinned your hands above your head. You knew you couldn't do anything about it. You were weak and helpless against the mountain of a man. You tried to scream but the only response you got was a hard slap across your face. Your cheek turned red and your despair reached limits even though you didn't let it show. When he was about to tear your clothes apart a voice echoed from the left.

"Stop right there!"

You glanced over to see a tall, handsome man with smooth, black hair and crimson eyes. He was wearing a black butler suit. The massive man let you go and tried to escape. You collapsed and let out a small cry of relief.

"Sebastian, take care of him." a voice said behind the butler whose name you figured was Sebastian.

"Yes, My Lord." and he chased the man disappearing through the cramped streets. The other man approached you and helped you up. You were still trembling. It was only when you looked up, you realized that it wasn't a man, but a boy your age, maybe slightly older, that was adressed to as 'lord'. You kneeled and kept staring at the ground.

"Thank you.. for saving me from such a cruel fate."

"There is no need for that, stand up." he said with a calming voice.

You tried to stand up again but stumbled and fell back on your knees. He helped you up.

"I am terribly sorry.."

"What are you apologizing for? You are in a state of shock. Are you hurt?"

"No.. you arrived right before he could do anything."

"That is good to hear."

You were still looking at the ground. You felt that you broke the law if you looked at him. You, a lowly stray to look at a lord.

"Raise your head." he commanded.

"..no." you replied quietly. You had your face so let down that he couldn't even see it. He was rather curious about your appearence. He opened his mouth to say something else, but closed it the moment he saw his butler returning.