The Servant of the Storms

He stared at her from far away. She felt him staring at him and he knew it. She shivered from his stare making him smirk. She was getting irritated by his stare, making her glare to herself. "I'm on a mission! I can't be distracted," She thought to herself. She looked over her shoulder over to the man in the butler suit. A young boy, that looked around twelve years old, walked over to the butler.

"Sebastian," the boy said. She blocked out what they were saying and walked towards the back of the crowd. She had learned that the owner of the mansion was Ciel Phantomhive. Which was the young boy back there with his butler. She began walking upstairs and straight to one of the rooms. "I feel it." She whispered quietly. She looked in the drawers and around the entire room. "It's here, I know it." She grumbled. A chuckle was heard from behind her making her stand still and slowly turn around.

Red eyes flashed in the darkness... She could tell it was the butler from before. "Is this what you're looking for?" His deep voice came out from the darkness. She looked down to his hand and the necklace was there in his hand. She stared at it through the darkness then stared up at him. He stared back and she ran straight over to him and reached for the necklace. He held it up above his head, his face inches from hers as he looked down. Curse my shortness... she thought. She glared. "Give it..." She whispered with hatred.

"I don't think it's very polite to attend the master's party and then try to steal something in his mansion," he said.

"I need that necklace," she said.

"And why's that?"

"If you don't give me the necklace you'll find out the hard way..."