A Demon's Help (Sebastian x Reader)

Chapter 1

I awake, bright lights attacking my vision, keeping it blurry. I groan and blink a few times, clearing my vision as my hands feel my surroundings. My hands come in contact with (e/t) sheets on a small bed.

"(E/t)? But isn't for...?"

"Hospitals? Yes. That is where we currently are." I'm interrupted as a woman comes into the room, her short hair red as blood, bangs hanging down in a point between her eyes, her lips, eyes and nails matching the vibrant color as well. She smiles a red lipped-smile. 

"What happened?" I ask groggily, still coming to.

"You were attacked by a group of vulgar peasant men who have been reported seen attacking woman. Luckily, you were saved before any true damage could be done upon you, and the Scotland Yard took care of the men. You have only a minor concussion and a slight wound to the throat. You came out very lucky Miss (l/n)." The red haired nurse says as she comes over to check my bandages wrapped loosely around my neck.

"Worse...?" I ask, confused pain throbbing my entire skull, making my thoughts and logical thinking fogged, my memories of last night escaping me.

The nurse sighs and takes a deep breath, covering up the wound that is beginning to crust over and scab. "If you hadn't been saved...you would've been found dead by some passerby."

Saved? She keeps saying I was saved...but by whom? A man with long red hair pops into my head. Was it him? Did he save me? 

I shake my head, my (e/l) (e/c) hair moving along with me. No, that can't be. If he wanted to save me, he would've stopped the men, but he just sat there with that sharp toothy grin of his and watched. Watched as I was attacked. As I was almost killed.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind." The nurse says, taking out a sheet of paper and a pencil to write down notes. 

I nod to her question, closing my (e/c) eyes and sighing, focusing on answering her following questions, trying to clear my brain fog.

"Alright, first question. What is your name and date of birth?"

I think, digging in my mind for the information. Its right there, I can feel it, and the words form on my tongue and verbalize with the movement of my (e/c) lips. "My name is (y/n) and I was born on July the fourth, in the year of 1870."

The nurse nods and I hear her bringing the pencil to the paper, even though I do not see her do it with my own eyes, my ears pick up the familiar sound of pencil to paper.

"Second question. What is the current year?"

I pause, hesitant, at first not sure. I open my eyes, swiftly looking around the (e/c) room, hoping to find an answer to her question, but I come up empty.  I think for a second, in a desperate attempt to come up with an answer. Then finally, "1888."

Suddenly, it feels like a wave has hit me. I feel a sharp pain in the left side of my brain, as images flash before my eyes. Packing up and leaving the Trancy Manor. Claude's parting words. The wind during my long walk to town. The men. Their taunts. The ambush. The sexual assault. The knife to my throat. The man with the red hair.

I gasp, finally remembering everything. The nurse looks up as she writes on her paper, a small smile forming on her blood red lips.

Now is my chance, now that I've come to. I clear my throat before I speak. "Uhm, I meant to ask this earlier...but I didn't really comprehend what was happening. But....who saved me? I mean, only if you know. I'm just curious....I want to say my thanks." I feel a blush of embarrassment creeping onto my cheeks and I look down at my trembling hands and ball them into fists to stop the trembling.

The nurse laughs. "If you want to say his thanks, then I'll just send him in." She leaves then, leaving me wide-eyed and shocked, with no response.

He's still...here? But why?

Before my thoughts can take me anywhere else, a man walks in. Or should I say, a butler comes in. A raven-haired butler comes in. He bows, giving me a faint smirk.

"So you're the one that saved me?" I ask, a little shocked.

He nods. "Yes, Milady, I am." He looks up then, and I catch the color of his eyes. They're not red like the nurses', nor are they brown like dirt, but ruby red, the color of aged rubies still trapped underground and undiscovered. They pierce into my (e/c) eyes, sending a shudder through my body, a pang in my chest, a tingle through my hands and down to my feet.

"And what is your name if I may ask?" I ask the raven haired man, scrutinizing him, analyzing him with my logical side of my brain, not my emotional one, because if I did, it would say he is one hell of a good looking butler. "My name is (Y/N)."

I hold out my hands for the man to shake it. He tilts his head a few centimeters, but gently clasps his hand in mine and swiftly but gracefully shakes my outstretched palm.

"Sebastian Michaelis. Butler of the Phantomhives."

I feel my eyes widen at his title. "The Phantohives? As in, you work for Earl Lord Ciel Phantomhive?"

He nods. "Yes, that would be my young master. Is there a problem with that?" He asks, looking at me with a curious expression, almost like he's analyzing me.

I shake my head and hold my hands up defensively. "No, there is no problem at all. Just curiosity is all." I get up out of the bed, my legs wobbling and bow to Sebastian. "I just wanted to say my thanks for saving my life. So thank you."

When I look up at Sebastian, he's giving me an amused look. "Now no need to thank me. I just happened to be in the area at the time, and I do not think it is decent for men to attack and harass young women. I was only doing what I thought was right. No need for your thanks. It was my duty."

I laugh a little and twirl a piece of my (e/c) haired absentmindedly, uncomfortable silence falling over the two of us. I cough and clear my throat, gathering my thoughts together into a sentence.

"Well is there anything at all I can do to re-pay you? Please, it would be an honor to re-pay your good deeds Mister Michaelis."

He thinks for a minute, putting a gloved hand to his chin, his gloved thumb stroking his lips as he thinks. After a moment he looks back at me. "Well...there is one thing I could ask you to do."

I feel my face brighten. "Yes! Anything, anything at all!" I say cheerily.

He chuckles and moves a hand through his raven black colored hair. "How would you feel if I asked you to come work with me at the Phantomhive Estate?"