Rachel stared down the clock gloomy. C'mon, c'mon. It shouldn't take this long to be 2:00. She thought miserably. She had five minutes to go and couldn't wait to be free of Mrs. Spivey's Pre-Calculus class. Smiling, she thought of the bright red eyes that haunted her dreams at night and clouded her mind during the day. Sebastian was her butler, well technically it was the family butler bound to them by a promise made between him and her great-great-great grandfather Ciel Phantomhive. Sebastian was a regular butler he was a demon butler. Ciel made a promise to give him his soul if he protected him until he got revenged on his family being murdered. Unfortunately that soul was taken by another demon turning him into a demon. After a while Ciel told Sebastian to go find the woman he had impregnated and protect the family until he died then he could have any soul he wanted from the family. And that soul was hers… The harsh, shrill voice of her teacher calling her name shook her from her thoughts. "Miss Phantomhive, I suggest that you quit daydreaming and start doing your work if you want any sort of future," Mrs. Spivey spat down at her. Rachel just glared up at her. The bell rang just as her teacher opened her mouth again to say something. Running out the door she thought to Mrs. Spivey, I don't have a future…

Finally outside she took a deep breath of cold, winter air. She walked casually to her car where Sebastian was, of course, waiting for her. He looked impatient and annoyed at all the girls stopping and staring at him. He was dressed in a comfortable black t-shirt that clung to his muscles with a leather chocker-like necklace that clutched a white shell and black jeans ripped at the knees. He looks extremely sexy aggravated too, she thought to herself, laughing a bit. Walking up to him she heard girls huff and laugh with comments like "Please, that thing couldn't get someone like him." She handed him her keys and he opened the door to the car for her. She pat herself on the back mentally having successfully making half the girls in the school hate her guts. They pulled out of the parking lot and drove passed the crowd of girls that gathered from his presence. All of them were glaring at her.

"You were late," Sebastian said frowning. "So? What do you care when all you want is my soul. Sooner I die the sooner you get it." There was a long silence and she turned on her music. The fast, hard, deep beats and light, rave-like tones made her smile. Nothing was better than music. Except maybe her cat Sophie. To her surprise she saw him tapping his thumb on the steering wheel. "It fits you." "The music or song?" Smirking he said, "Both." She wanted to punch him. He always pulled this shit. The song is about a girl making a guy fall in love with her and then just using him. He knew about Mark and how he kept saying she was using him even though he and Sebastian both knew she was in love with him. All she did was glare at him the whole way home while he kept that stupid grin plastered to that too perfect face.

Finally reaching the house Rachel climbed out of her car and made her way to her room at the back of the house where it was quiet. Originally it had been an at home office for her mother when she had been alive. Before it had been beautiful room with tall open windows that faced the garden she used to work on with her parents and older brother. Now it was a dark room with tinfoil covering the glass so light couldn't accidently find its way inside. Beyond being dark and slightly odd shaped it was like any other teenagers room. More like a guy's but whatever, it worked. There were posters of bands covering almost every inch of the light peach colored walls and a vanity in the corner that was used more to store CD's in than to decide her make-up and hair for everyday.

Walking over to her radio she slid the first CD she grabbed into the machine. As soon as she found her way to her bed the song "Lithium" by Nirvana came on. Cuddling into her panda shaped body pillow she let herself drift off. Almost instantly she saw two red orbs staring back behind her eyelids. Damn.

Feeling defeated, Rachel walked over to her full length mirror that she always turned away from her bed, a superstition she could never quite shake. Even in the dark she could see how thin she was and the dark circles that ringed her eyes, given to her by constantly being awake in the middle of the night to take care of her baby brother. With her mom gone and her dad more depressed than he'd ever been she had instantly fallen into the role of mother. She didn't mind so much the responsibility of it, just the maternal instincts she gained from it. Every time Sebastian would take care of the child she would get a sense of dread. She didn't like the fact that her baby brother was being fed by a demon. Anybody in their right mind would feel exactly the same way. Looking closer she saw her normally dark green hair she kept dyed was growing out to show her naturally raven black roots. God, I look like crap…

Deciding to stop feeling sorry for herself and actually use this weekend to take care of her own needs she sighed and put a wide smile across her tired face. Taking one last look at the mirror she saw that it looked more like a grimace.

"Ow! You do realize that when you dye someone's hair you don't have to yank it out, right?" Sebastian chuckled right next to her ear while trying to get the under part of her hair covered causing goose bumps to rise up all over her body. "Are you cold, Mistress," he said in low tone in her ear so only she would be able to hear. "I've told you I don't know how many times to not call me that. It makes me feel like some cheap gold digger." When he looked at her he actually wasn't smiling, he was frowning even, much different from her normal demon. "Forgive me, Miss Rachel, old habits die hard." Her nose scrunched up like she smelt something disgusting. "Just call me Rachel. I mean why be so impersonal? You probably already know everything about me just by living in the same house as me. Plus it must be a little unnerving always calling someone your superior when they should only just be your equal."

The demon stopped what he was doing and for a second she wondered if she had insulted him or something. Eventually he continued to slather on the thick hair dye and said in his normal voice, "Alright Rachel, then." Somehow it felt like things had changed slightly between them. He had been there for almost a year and she had never really talked to him even if he was really only loyal to her and Ciel. From the beginning she had hated him. Or at least thought she did. She had been filled with anger and pain from her mother's abandonment. Now, though, she felt like the man behind her would protect her no matter what. And he would until the end.