Her Butler

Her Butler, A Stranger

Sebastian watched his young mistress from the shadows as she was tortured. Humans were foolish, especially this one. Being nearly killed for a sister? What a pathetic thought.

But he had not been summoned by accident. He had been drawn to her soul, a thing of purity, as white as the virgin snow, but stained with hatred and grief. He could see her soul like no other, a white sheet with a dark stain slowly spreading over it, consuming the whiteness. But even so, it remained there, just under the surface, fighting to get out.

Her soul was complicated, layers upon layers of confusing thoughts and feelings. Sebastian liked her, and wanted her soul. It was the only one he wanted now.

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I hang limply from the chains bounding me, nearly unconscious. Blood covers my body, and my clothing is in tatters. My hair has been chopped short by a pair of unsteady hands belonging to the drunk gang leader. Bruises and scratches cover my arms and chest, crisscrossing over the marks the whips left.

Despite the pain, I manage to look up, smiling with bloodied lips. My pawn is still a secret, but not for much longer. My time is coming soon, and Sebastian will help me avenge my family.

But Helena is still alive. A tear glistens in my blue eye, as I think about my younger, bright-haired sister. Helena is the only one I live for. I would have tried to kill myself if not for her. Because I can't just leave my younger sister alone in this hellhole. I'm the only one she has left, and death would be the easy way out.

And then along came the demon... I laugh bitterly, blood dripping from my lips, as the pain racks my body.

"Mistress, are you alright?" The voice asks.

I look up. "Sebastian... what are you doing here?"

Sebastian smiles and bows. "You look tired. Shouldn't you be trying to get some rest?"

I grit my teeth, glaring at the demon. "I have not called you."

"But you're lonely." Sebastian kneels next to me, his red eyes staring intensely at me, as if he feels something, quite possibly for or because of me.

Impossible. A demon can only feel such things as hate and lust and-

Is it possible he wants me? The thought does not revolt me as it should. Instead, I find myself looking at him in a new light, and not at his eyes. And at the same time, he is looking at me that way.

Maybe when this is all over, he can have me. So many before him have. A demon would make an interesting addition to the list of those who have abused me.

I bow my head, defeated. I do not have much fight left. I will use it only for Helena. "You're right. I am lonely. I need someone so badly."

Sebastian raises my head for the second time, smiling gently. Is that even possible for a demon? Or is it only my imagination? "I am right here, Mistress, if you need anything from me."

I smile sadly. "But you're a demon. You would just use me, wouldn't you, if you had your way with me?"

Sebastian has no answer, which only confirms my fears.

"Thank you, Sebastian, but I don't think anyone can help. However, when I turn sixteen, you have my word that I will let you take me. If the time is right, my soul, even. But my virginity, my heart, anything you want from me. But for now, we must remain mistress and servant."

What I do next shocks both of us. Why I did it, I don't know, but Sebastian didn't push away so... I lean forward and our lips meet. It sends a shiver through me, filled with a longing sensation. I was right, I do want him.

He kisses back, hard. God, the way he makes me feel is so confusing! I want him, but I'm scared. I'm hesitant, but yet at the same time, wanting to ignore any warning and go on with this, take it to another level.

I can feel him holding back. Neither of us wants him to, but unless I give him permission, he will hold back for my sake. For that, I am grateful. As much as I want him, it isn't right. I am thirteen. He is over a thousand years old, probably. And also, I want to hold onto my virginity for a little while longer.

But if anyone has to take it, for some strange, inexplicable reason, I want this complete stranger to have the honour. Well, I suppose one might call it an honour.

Suddenly, I am tired of this room, of these men holding me here. I want to escape. To see the sky again. I break off the kiss, looking away. I should not have kissed Sebastian. It promises things that will only hurt me in the end. He can have me, but I cannot let anyone get this close to me.

The door bursts open. Men pour into the room, as much as it can hold, to point guns at Sebastian and I. "Your orders, my lady?" Sebastian asks, looking at me.

"Protect Helena Phantomhive," I command him. "Do not let her get hurt in any way."

He gives me a strange look. "I am sworn to guard you, Mistress. That is the contract."

I open my eye with the mark of the Faustian Contract. "This is an order, Sebastian! Upon on the name of Her Majesty the Queen, and the honored name of the Phantomhives, I order you to protect my little sister."