The Phantomhive Maid (A Black Butler/ Kuroshitsuji fanfic)

Prologe

I scanned the perimeter. Master failed to eliminate the heir to the Phantomhive estate. As always his failure to plan always resulted as an emergency on my hands. I prepped my weapons and rushes the house staying in the shadows.

I slipped inside an open door and ducked inside another room. All I had to do now is find the Earl and eliminate him and anyone who gets in my way. I was currently in the kitchen when I heard someone coming. It was a man's voice gruff and hard. "That Sebastian guy is really gettin on me nerves!" it said.

"Come on, Bard he's not that bad he took us in when no one else wanted us. After the war you had no family and me... well I never had any family." a much higher and lighter voice said.

"Aw, come on Finnie, we got each other now," the gruff voice called followed by giggling.

"Now I know our gardener and our cook couldn't possible be goofing off when we have work to do," the laughing stopped when the dark suave voice called into the kitchen.

I peaked out of the small crack in the pantry. There were three men in the kitchen. One wore a normal chef's working clothes. Another wore gardening clothes. Both were blonde. Then their was a raven haired man taller than both of the other men. he wore a full butler's uniform. His startling crimson eyes met mine straight on.

How? how could he see me? A smile worked it's way to his lips.

"It seems we have a guest," he purred. I burst out of the pantry and ran out of the kitchen. A handful of knives caught the edge of my jacket pinning me to the wall.

"Get him Sebastian!" the one with the nicer voice called.

I wiggled out of my jacket only to land in the butler's arms. his eyes widened and he leered at

The butler lifted me and walked out of the kitchen. he slammed me up against the wall outside making me see stars.

"Get off me!" I hissed. he grabbed one of my knives and threw it on the ground.

"You can't see the young master with all of these foul instruments on your person," he grinned with a gleam in his eye I didn't like.

He continued to disarm me. It was when he turned me and ripped open my shirt that I panicked. His eyes widened as he saw my bound chest.

"You are a woman," he raised his eye brows and took the remaining guns from my sides. Then he dragged me up the stairs and slammed me against the floor. He held me down with one hand on my left shoulder while he clasped my hands together behind my back.

I looked up and met the blue eyes of a small frail child sitting in a chair like he owned the world. I hated him as soon as I saw him. A spoiled brat who had never seen strife or pain. Sheltered children like him rose bile in my throat.

"Young lady meet the Earl Phantomhive," the butler jeered. This spoiled brat was the Earl?!

"I say we keep her. We are in need of a maid," the child grinned exchanging looks with his butler.

"Yes my Lord," the butler stood and bowed putting the heel of his shoe firmly in my back making me fall flat on my face against the floor.

"Now young woman, I will ask you. Would you rather I kill you where you lay or shall I spare you and have you work for the Earl as his maid."

"What sick business is this?" I hissed squirming helplessly under his foot.

The butler bent down and purred into my ear. "You could always try to out run me, but I fear you wouldn't make it to the hall."

"Sebastian, stop playing with your food," the Earl sighed lazily.

"But it's been so tragically long," he smirked.

"All in good time," the Earl rolled his eyes.

What were they talking about?

We really are giving you a good deal we will supply room and board, food and uniform and proper training."

Weighing my odds I made my choice.

"I'll do it!" I cried.

The Earl Phanomhive rose from his chair and knelt down to look at me.

"Call my seamstress and have her here in the morning. My new maid needs a uniform," he leered.