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Hey! If you're new to this book. Welcome! I wrote this back in 2018, where everything was fine (it was not). Thank you for choosing my book.

Just wanna say some things, when I wrote this the first time, there was a lot of misuse of words and grammar, so here I am, older (maybe) rewriting it again.

Also, I know that Grell's gender is not confirmed(some say male some say female) but here, I'm writing Grell as a male. So, sorry if you don't like it.

For this story, I'm going to follow a couple of episodes from Season 2 but not fully following the arcs. I'm not following the manga. But this will have Book of Circus, Murders, and Atlantic.

I'm still opening for fanarts, you can read the details at the very end of this book. I have one part where I explain everything.

Anyways, thank you for choosing my book! Happy reading!

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London

Not exactly the best place for you. At least for someone like you. Life was hard. One goal that stuck to your mind. Survive.

Years being tossed here and there only to end up back in the streets. You hated the streets. You hated the people, the statuses, the pyramid. Just to think about aristocrats made you sick. Not just them. Everyone.

You were desperate. You knew if the people would call the police and that would be the end. But you had no other choice.

"STOP, THIEF!" Shouted the baker as you jumped over a wall and ran in speed. Looking over your shoulder, the man was already panting, holding onto his knee as he bent over. Taking a few turns around the alley, you took a break, keeping the stolen bread in your hand. You sighed as you slid down a wall, throwing your head back. 

"Prick..." You mumbled, taking off your scarf that was covering half of your face, tucking it under your jaw to cover your skin against the cold air. You sighed deeply, resting your elbow on your knee. Before another chaos could happen, you started to split the bread in half, keeping the other half for later, and ate the one in your hand.

As you munched on your food, you heard some shuffling above you. The crates stacked up beside you, You saw a glimpse of a familiar figure that caused you to release a small groan. Standing up, you pulled one of the wooden planks that were propping it.

"Ow!" A cranky voice was heard when the pile of crates knocked over in front of you. A familiar redhead rose from the broken planks. "You could've just said you saw me there." Grell rubbed the top of his head. You walked over to him, patting his chest.

"Good to see you too, stalker."

"Hey, I wasn't stalking you!" He whined, turning to you. You put a hand to your hip, turning your heels. "Then why are you here?"

He pursed his lips, "I was just around here." He reasoned. You rolled your eyes at his remark. You fixed your hair, hiding it under your hood, ready to roam into the night again.

"You're hunting again, Y/n?"

His words stopped your tracks, eyes twitching as you turned back to him. Grell raised an eyebrow, arms crossed as he awaited your answer. You frowned, lips quivering but nothing came out.

"How... How did you know?" You breathed nervously. Grell sighed and approached you. "I know you for years. You always hide your hair under your hood, covering up your face when you're out hunting."

You felt exposed. Of course, you were hungry. Not just... Food hungry. You were craving again. You hated the feeling. You hated existing as a half-demon. Though you didn't act like other demons, you were still one of them.

You started fidgeting with your hands as you looked away from him. "I know that... It's been.... years since I...  I've been craving for souls."

A flash of a memory came into your head. That one soul you took years ago. You shook off the horrors, not wanting to think about it. "Oh, what's the use of asking, Grell? You probably know who I will kill for my satisfaction." You shrugged, sitting on the pavement. Grell hummed, sitting next to you.

"Well, I can't say that I know... But what I know is that you'll find a way. You always do." You looked over at him, noticed a little smile on his face, which calmed you a little. Grell wasn't that best of a friend of yours. But when he was there, he knew what to do and what to say.

"It just bothers me when I try to keep a low profile on the street while I'm trying to ignore the fact that my demon side is begging me to eat." You continued, tapping your fingers as you leaned back. Grell grabbed his scythe, swinging it over his shoulder. "Alright, I need to go. Do you need anything?"

You shook your head in response. "I will be fine. Thanks for the visit."

With that, he left you alone, in the dark alley. You decided not to go hunting tonight. You would try to hold yourself back, waiting for the right moment. You chose it was time to go back to your shelter. You didn't like to call it home. It was just an abandoned house with some old furniture, at least there was a roof over your head.

Walking down the lonely street, with only the moonlight as your guide, you kept a straight face when you noticed someone had been following you for a few minutes. The stranger started to get closer to you. You internally groan, tired of all the drunkards coming in on you. You'd been facing them for years. Though you were not even wearing a dress, these people always get on your back.

When you stopped, he was right behind you. "Hey, lass-" before he could even go on with his words, you drew your blade to his face, stopping inches from his eye. You heard him let out a little shriek as he staggered back. "Oh, stupid me. I shouldn't have held myself back." You peered over him,  glaring at his eyes filled with fear. "Leave." You simply said, pointing your blade to him. He scattered away, fearing your further actions.

"Jackass..." You mumbled, proceeding on your path. Pulling your hood over your head, you shoved your hand into your pockets. You heard another footstep trailing behind you. Groaning aloud this time, you flicked your dagger, holding the blade on the tip of your fingers.

"I said, leave!" You twisted your heels, throwing your dagger to whoever was behind you. To your surprise, it wasn't the same man. Your jaw hanged a little when the man caught your dagger in his hand, just over his chest where his heart lied.

"My my, such good aim you have." The man said, a devilish smirk on his lips. You couldn't see the rest of his face, as if he was hiding it on purpose. You clicked your tongue and rushed towards him. Until he lent you back your dagger. The action surprised you. You stood by him, his hand opened, your blade laying on top of it.

"I believe this is yours?" He finally spoke, stepping into the light. Now that you could see his entire face, your head tilted as you studied his features. He was charming, you had to say, black hair, tall structure, eyes as red as blood. But something was off. Definitely off. His aura felt different. Not just that, you didn't feel any human soul.

"Why... Why Are you being nice to me?" You muttered, taking your blade from his hand. The man hummed, "Why shouldn't I when I'm standing in front of a lady?"

"No, I mean... You're a noble, right? Shouldn't you be in your fancy mansions, picking which tea set is perfect?" You went back to your snappy attitude. What made you think so was the way he was dressed. A proper black, tailored suit, white gloves, and his demeanour. You had never talked to anyone this polite before.

The tall man chuckled, shaking his head. "I never said I am a noble." He bent over, taking your hand, pressing his lips softly onto the back of your hand. The action caused you to blush slightly, your eyes enlarged as he looked back at you. Never in your life, you had ever been greeted by a man in such a way.

You hated to say it, you didn't even know him, yet he managed to catch your heart just because of some greeting. The way he held your dirty hand in his clean glove, not only that, he kissed your hand.

"I'm Sebastian Michaelis, Head Butler of the Phantomhive manor," Sebastian said in his calm demeanour, letting go of your hand. You perked up when you hear him said Phantomhive. You remember Grell once said something about the Phantomhive manor.

"Phantomhive? As in Ciel Phantomhive? The owner of the Funtom company?" You asked.

"Indeed. I have a request for you. Though this may sound more like an offer." He narrowed his eyes, explaining to you as he kept one hand behind his back. You shifted your weight on one leg, crossing your arms.

"What?"

"I've been noticing you in the streets. You know there are rumours about you, right?" Sebastian said, flashing a little smile. You scoffed at his words, glancing away. "Yeah, no shit."

"Well, the young master and I found you... quite interesting. You have skills... I admire that. And so I would like to offer you a position in the manor." Sebastian declared. You threw your head back at that. "Ugh... Not again..." You muttered.

Sighing, you looked back at him, a small smirk plastered on your lips. "You think I would say yes just like that? Why?"

"Because we will not treat you like the way the Trancy manor treats you." Your smirk faded as the name escaped his lips. You started to tremble and moved away from him. "Tr-Trancy? Ha! Y-you're bluffing! I-I never worked there. Never even heard of it." You stammered, a nervous smile on your face as you held back the horrible memories behind your head. "Beat it, tailcoat." You tried to shoo him off.

"No need to lie, miss. I saw you once in the market, accompanied by the other servants. And I'm afraid I saw the way the young lord treated you that time." He continued. You gulped a breath, remembering that one moment when Alois embarrassed you in front of a crowd. The thought of it made you shiver, putting a hand over your arm where he caused several cuts.

However, you didn't want people to know how weak you were on the inside. That was why you always played faces. You shook off your thoughts and cleared your throat. But even you spit another lie, you knew you couldn't deceive the man in front of you.

Reverting to your usual demeanour, you raised your head a little. "Oh, so you're a stalker, then?" Sebastian put a hand over his chest, brushing off the thought.

"Me? Of course not. I am simply one hell of a butler." He smirked slyly. At one moment, your eyes were locked in his. You thought to yourself, whether should you accept his offer or not. Though you found him different. Even the way he greeted you was something. That had to mean something, right?

"Look. I've been tossed around London, a maid in here and there, and I'm tired." You snarled yet you shivered from your own words.

"Like I said. We will not treat you like the Trancy." Said Sebastian, acting you back to his attention. "And how exactly will you treat me?" You gave him a side glance.

"You will be provided with food and a room for yourself. And you may help us with a few cases. And... if you'd like, I can give you some lessons just like the other servants." He described, gesturing his words with his hands. You narrowed your eyes and asked,  "Us?"

"Referring to me and my master," Sebastian replied. You thought deeply, studying his words, you knew what to say, "You're not going to leave me alone until I said yes, are you?"

"I'm afraid not. Orders from the master." His answer caused you to grumble once more. You pursed your lips, tapping your foot.

Eventually, you decided to take his offer. It didn't feel like he hired you, it felt more like... He chose you... For some reason. "Fine! Just allow me to get my things."

"Good decision. Now may I know your name?"

"It's Y/n L/n." You saw him opening his mouth to ask you another question before you snapped at him. "No further questions! That's all you get to know about me."

"I have to say, I need to teach you some manners," Sebastian said, trailing behind you as you walked to your current shelter to get your supplies. "Bold of you to assume I can have one."

Sebastian chuckled at the way you snapped at him, finding it rather... Enticing.

After you gathered your items, Sebastian led you to an elegant carriage with a young boy about 13 years old standing right in front of it. The Phantomhive Lord, you assumed. You never thought he was so young, that caused you to sweat.

You gulped. You bit your lip, trying to ignore the fact that you were craving for a soul. Whenever you were hungry and there was a child, your demon side was yelling and wanting you to somehow devour its soul. But somehow, he didn't bring out any scent to you. The reason why children's soul was better was that they're mostly innocent. But this one was not. You knew something about these people was off. You faked coughed and put up a faint smile.

The boy wore an attire that a nobleman would wear, an eye patch draped over his right eye, dark blue hair covering his forehead. He held a black cane in one hand as he looked up at you, playing the role of a noble.

"I believe you know who I am. I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive. The Queen's Watch Dog." Ciel introduced himself. You tried not to groan at the tone. Well... You hated nobles. Even so, this one was willing to offer you a place to stay, though meaning you had to work for him. And you hoped that they would treat you properly.

"As I heard. Thank you for offering me a job, Young Lord." You forced a smile, nodding your head in respect.

"As you may know, I did not hire some common people. So consider yourself lucky I chose you. I heard rumours about a thief going around London, a skilled one. And so I decided to step in. From now on, you will work for me. Be the part of the Phantomhive manor. " Ciel said in his stern tone. For a 13-year-old boy, you were impressed by the way he acted like an actual noble, unlike Alois.

"Well...I'll try my best." You smiled at him. Ciel nodded, hopping in the carriage. You took a view of the carriage. "Having second thoughts?" Sebastian appeared beside you, tilting his head. "No... I'm just... Awed."

Sebastian nodded, offering a hand for you to take. You stared at his hand for a while, thinking if this was really happening. "Should I even... Step in? I mean, I don't want to dirty the fancy seats." You spoke up. Sebastian merely chuckled shaking his head.

"You can set that aside for now." He reassured. You took a glance back at the London streets before taking his hand and entering the carriage as you began another chapter in your life.

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For real. I feel like this is better. I totally ripped the whole thing off and rebuild it.