You were practically one of a kind. "I'd never disgrace my masters name dealing with a creature such as you." You were very intelligent, sarcastic and all out nutty. "Is that so?" But most of all. You bit your lip teasingly and cupped the butler's face in your hand. You were a female reaper. Sebastian swatted your hand away from his face, causing you to wince and pull your hand away. He simply gave you a look of disgust before walking off. You were left alone sitting on a grave, your hand in a fist, your claw-like nails dogging deep into your flesh. Blood oozed out of your hand staining the head stone. Blood tears ran streamed down your cheeks burning the skin of your face like acid. You stood and walked away from the grave thinking you'd just have to let love run its course. You walked out of the graveyard not bothering to look to the place you heart was broken. Warning Story contains gore and lemons. I DON'T OWN BLACK BUTLER. I don't promise a happy ending.