Black Butler, The new Demon Butler.

Their Contract.

Hues of light orange and bright yellow peeked over the horizon as the sun set in the summer sky. The young Lady, watching the sky with her beautiful pink eyes, smiled as it went down and the moon came up. "I wonder where mother and father are." The seven year old thought as she heard the front door of the manor open. She turned from the window and smiled brightly in excitement as he parents walked in. "Hello mother, hello father!" She said as she stood with a courtesy. "You're going to be a wonderful Lady when you grow up, Alyssa." Her mother said, smiling gently. "I want to be just like you, mother." She said and smiled, closing her eyes. Her father ruffled her hair a bit. "That's my girl." He said.

That night, Alyssa had crawled into her bed. She stared up at her ceiling, wondering about her parents, slowly falling asleep. The next morning when she awoke she heard cries of sorrow in the hallway as a knock was heard on her door.

"Milady? Are you awake?" Her maid, Maybell, asked as she cracked the door. "Yes, ma'am." She said as she looked at the crying maid. "Is something the matter?" She asked as the woman walked up to her, sitting beside her. "Last night the manor was broken into." The child's eyes widened in horror. "Is everyone okay?" She panicked. "Well, almost everyone milady... they took your mother..." As the words came from her mouth all the child could do was stare in terror, her eyes trembling. "M-mother...?"

A few weeks had passed since. Alyssa had started showing little emotion, close to none. Her father was called to their business nearby.

The child told her servants she would be going to bed early. She entered her room and shut the door behind her. In worry of her father, she walked over to the window and climbed out. She made her way to the factory to find a door cracked open. She walked in and looked around. As she looked more she saw her father tied to a chair, a man standing in front of him, holding a gun. "Father!" She cried out, a very bad mistake. The man gave her a crooked smile. "Is this that little bitch whose gonna take over your business?" He sneered as he smirked. "Kinda pathetic, Thomperstone." He got ready to pull the trigger at her father, fear filling the child's eyes. The man pulled the trigger between her father's eyes. She backed into the wall behind her, her hand clutched over her mouth. The man approached her, his gun aimed at her now. "No... it can't end like this... mother's still missing...." she thought, squeezing her eyes shut as he pulled the trigger. Peeking her eyes open, she saw a tall man in a dark suit with dark hair standing in front of her. "My my, picking on someone smaller than you isn't very polite." He remarked, smirking at the man. "How would you feel if you were hit with this bullet?" He asked as he held up the bullet the man shot at the girl. The man clenched his teeth. "How..." the other smiled. "Don't worry about it." He said as he threw the bullet at the man as if it we're shot from a gun. The man dropped to the ground. "Scum." He said as he turned to the child. "Hello, what is your name?" He asked, kneeling in front of her. "My name....?" She cleared her throat. "I am Lady Alyssa Thomperstone, head of the Thomperstone family." She said, standing straight. He smiled. "What just are you?" She asked, staring at him. "What am I?" He chuckled. "Why, I'm a demon Miss Alyssa."

"A demon, huh?" she snickered. "You want me to believe that?" He stared at her for a moment, when his eyes began to glow a dark/light pink. "Yes, I do." She blinked a few times. "Okay, okay. I believe you." She said and backed away. He smiled. "I'm glad we're on the same page." She put a hand against her hip. "What do you want?" "I want to propose a contract." He replied.

"A contract?" She asked. "Yes. I grant a request and serve you until I complete that request, and in return I get your soul when the deed is finished." He stated. "A contract, eh? Alright." She said. "State your wish." She nodded. "I want for you to find the people behind taking my mother and killing my father." She said, staring into his demon eyes with a seriousness he couldn't explain. His eyes began to glow. "As you wish." The side of her neck began to glow, she glanced at it as their contract symbol formed. "I am yours, I will protect you no matter what it may be. Until the day our contract is completed and I take your soul." He said as he stood, looking down at her. "What's your name?" She asked. "That's also where you come in, Miss Alyssa. I do not have a name. You're the one that will name me." She thought a moment. "Then your name will be James from here on out." She stated. "James it is. Would you like me to do anything, Miss?"

"I just want you to take me home." She muttered, staring at her father's corpse. He placed a hand against his chest and bowed forward. "Yes, milady."

The two returned to her manor, greeted by the four servants already there. "Lady Alyssa? Are you okay? What happened?" Maybell asked as she walked in and down the hall. "My father is gone. I will carry on his position from this day out." Alyssa said with a straight face. "Are you sure about this Madame?" She asked as the demon glared at her. "The young master has given her clarification. You will let her do as she wishes." Maybell stared at him for a moment then nodded. "Yessir."

That night at dinner, James had cooked and Alyssa sat in her bedroom, staring at the wall. There wad a quiet knock on her door and she looked up. "Yes? Come in." She said and watched as the butler opened the door. "Miss, you need to come eat something." He said, walking up to her. "No thank you, I'm not hungry." She said and looked away. "I wasn't asking." He said and pulled her up gently. "You need to eat so you don't get sick." He said. She rolled her eyes at him. "Whatever."

Alyssa sat at the dining Room table, staring down at her knees. James walked in and set her meal in front of her. "Eat up." He said. "You can't make me." She said stubbornly. "You think so?" He asked. "No, I know." She challenged. He smiled and closed his eyes. "You're funny, ma'am." He said as he took a fork full and shoved it in her mouth. She went to say something but she knew it was unlady like to talk with food in her mouth. She crossed her arms. "Can't make me swallow..." she thought snidely. "You believe so?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow up. She stared at him with a look that read, "how??" He smiled down at her. "You don't need to know. Now you better eat it or I'll shove my arm down your throat." He threatened. She stared down at her plate and swallowed. "You wouldn't." She said. He pulled his sleeve up. "I wouldn't?" She stared at him. "Fine!" She grumbled and ate slowly.

That night she had taken a bath. A very, very long bath. When she was finally finished she walked out in her nightgown, drying her pale blonde hair when James noticed a bandage on the side of her neck. "Miss Alyssa, what did you do?" He questioned. She glared at him. "None of your damn business." She said. He grabbed her wrist and took the bandage off to notice a few deep cuts and a few dark bruises. "What happened?" He demanded. "Nothing!" She claimed. "Alyssa. I am your guardian now. You need to tell me so I can help." She glanced at him as she sighed quietly. "I dug my fingers into my neck and I dug to deep..." She murmured, staring at the ground. "Why would you do that." He demanded. "I... I don't know... something came over me when I saw the marking and I freaked...." she confessed. He stared at her. "My lady... you musn't inflict pain on yourself. It's not healthy..." he said as he gingerly placed the bandage over her wounds. "I just want to go to bed..." she mumbled. "As you wish, Miss Alyssa."

A few years had passed. Alyssa, now 13, had been doing her father's job, and she was doing very well. James was get faithful butler, who stayed by her side and did his job as he was told. They were a duo and they would be this way until the day the contract was completed. All she wanted was to fulfill their contract, that was until she met...

Alexander Maxwell and his butler Vincent.