~* Raven's POV *~

I stared at the ceiling above me, the night flashing before my eyes.

The odd feeling of wanting to make Sebastian jealous...

Seducing the Druitt.. getting kidnapped..

My secrets unraveling to a demon..

Ever since I arrived in this alternate universe, it feels as if my memories are slipping away. It scared the hell out of me. Yet there were certain parts of my past that had its claws sunk too deep, never to be forgotten.

My eyelids fluttered closed, my feeble life replaying in my mind.

Apparently, when I was born, I was found in a dumpster bin, wailing helplessly. I was thrown away like trash, my parents not wanting me. Ha, their loss.

I was placed in an orphanage and being there with children who were abandoned felt like they understood me, like I finally belonged somewhere. But then, I was taken away from them by an abusive family who only wanted me for the foster care money. Such a sob story, right? Boo hoo. Get over it. Everyone has a horror story.

When I was fifteen something changed. It felt like a searing pain tore throughout my body. A symbol appeared on my left pelvic bone, an emblem etched, looking as if it was placed there by a hot iron brand.

My "parents" found me writhing in agony on the bathroom floor. Seeing the symbol, they called me a devil child, a spawn of a demon. They shoved salt down my throat everyday, in hopes of purifying me, their drunken laughter still ringing in my ears.

They finally got tired of me, putting me back in the orphanage. But everyone had heard of the rumors of me being a devil child. The orphanage where I thought I belonged suddenly became hell.

Ridiculing me and doing practically everything my previous owners had done. Including making me inhale and swallow a significant amount of salt. I was even hospitalized for it, my sodium chloride levels off the charts.

I had finally had enough. I ran away and never looked back.

Tears brimmed in my eyes, throwing the covers over me in hopes of blocking their screams out.

"Devil child!"

"Demon!"

"Die, you spawn of satan!"

My body trembled uncontrollably, the burning taste of salt still fresh on my tongue. The substance dried me from the inside out, killing me slowly and excruciating. Their cruel laughter echoed in my ears, taunting me to the point of insanity.

I writhed in the darkness, broken and in desperate need of being saved.

"Someone... anyone... help me..."

The covers were suddenly ripped from me. My tears obscured my vision, the blurry outline of a familiar butler looming over me. Arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. A silk, velvet voice murmured sweet things in my ear, calming me down.

"Hush now. I've got you. No one will ever hurt you."

I looked up at him with such hopeful eyes. "P-Promise?"

He smiled. "I promise."

My eyes began to feel heavy, my mind being on the brink of unconsciousness.

"Sebastian?"

"Mmh?"

"It's funny how a demon can be more welcoming than a human."

I fell asleep, words being said but getting lost in the wind, my mind drained and tired but feeling safe and protected for the first time in my life.

"I promise I will not leave you, again."

Again..?

Deep in my subconscious, a spark ignited, a memory lying dormant soon to reveal itself.

Warm and safe.

I woke up to the feeling, frowning when something moved from underneath me. Blinking sleepily, I blindly reached, my hand coming in contact with something hard. Abs..?

"Good morning, Lady Raven."

I screamed, jumping out of the bed, only to be tangled in the sheets, sending me crashing to the ground.

"Ouch." I winced, rubbing my behind.

A chuckle made me look up, seeing none other than the Phantomhive butler staring at me in amusement.

"Sebastian?" I got up cautiously. "When did you get here?"

He tilted his head to feign hurt, "You don't recall last night's affairs?"

Okay, that's very suggestive. Last night's "affairs" flashed through my eyes. I cursed at myself for being vulnerable in front of a demon. I've never told anyone about my past, these memories teaching me how cruel humans can be. You could say I have trust issues. I can't be hurt again. Ever.

My defensive borders came up, shielding my heart from the demon that had managed to wedge a crack into my own strong front. I sneered under my breath, "I don't want your pity."

"That was never my intention." He promised, fetching his tailcoat from the nightstand, slipping into the tailored overcoat swiftly. "I apologize if I overstepped my boundaries, young mistress."

"My name is Raven." I snapped, throwing my hands up to emphasize how done I was with his posh pet names. "Not mistress, or milady or anything. R-A-V-E-N. Raven!"

"Oh, would you look at the time?" He glanced at his pocket watch, heading towards the door. His hand grasped the handle before he paused, tilting his head to reveal a slight smirk, "Breakfast will be ready in a few, My Lady."

He left, closing the door behind him, profanities being shouted after him.

"Eat shit! That's an order! Annoying piece of-!"

A/N

It's been a while. (Understatement of the year) ITS BEEN MONTHSSS. MISS MEEE?

Anywhoooo, lost motivation and gave up on writing for a while. I'll try to ease my way back into updating tho :)

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