Black Maid

Meeting her Majesty

Vincent was nervously gripping the cloth of his pants.

You glanced at him and rolled your eyes. "Master, there's no reason to be nervous. It will only be a few minutes, and you're used to attending this since you were a child, yes?"

He narrowed his eyes and looked at you. "I usually waited in the carriage."

A smirk twitched at your lips. "Don't worry, I'll be right there with you. Do you want me to hold your hand as well?"

"Shut up."

You chuckled. "Do you want to gain her support or not?"

His jaw ticked. "I have no choice. I need it."

You rose an eyebrow. "Then show it. I imagine she's a woman that likes to hear a man beg."

"You want me to beg?"

"If it was I you came to, of course I would make you beg. In this case, you have to perform as expected."

He furrowed his brows. "Perform?"

You frowned and gave him a serious look. "You're a Lord. Act like it."

He looked at you in offense.

You shrugged. "You did perfectly when you visited Lord Jefferies. How is this situation any different?"

He sighed and looked out the window.  Then, he looked back at you curiously. "Isabella"

"Hm?"

"While we're on the subject, what happened to Lord Jeffries? He was your master, wasn't he?"

You glanced to the side.

Flashback...

Jeffries laughed as he shook hands with the man that had his arm around his daughter's waist. "I knew you were the right man for my little CeCe."

She giggled as she kissed his cheek and they walked away. Jeffries smirked with a cigar to his lips as he turned away. He jumped when you were standing in front of him.

His eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?!" He grabbed your arm and began to drag you away. "I didn't tell you to come here!" He looked back and scoffed at the outfit you wore that was another maid's uniform.

"Why the hell are you wearing that? That's not your uniform!"

He stopped once he noticed the men and women had stoped dancing. They appeared to be in a frozen state. He turned back to you and it was then he noticed you were different. Your hair wasn't golden blonde, it was black. And your face didn't look as innocent as before.

"Eliza?"

You smiled in amusement. "Not anymore. My name is Isabella Brieris, head maid to the Phantomhive manor."

His eyes widened. "Phantomhive?!"

You grasped the hand over your arm and he gasped in pain when you crushed it in your fist. "Stop! We had a deal!"

"The contract is finished, my Lord." When you twisted his bone, he screamed and collapsed to the floor. He looked up at you in fear.

You smirked. "You finished your goal. Cecilia will marry her fiance and your legacy will live on." Your smirk stretched. "Don't worry, the Jeffries family will make plenty amount of money with him as the new head."

"No, no!" Your eyes glowed pink as you leaned down, and with a grin, your clawed hands reached for his chest. "No!!!"

You glanced back at him. "His contract was up."