I've always wondered what would happen if Ciel was a girl, would they fall in love? Would Sebastian treat her differently? And then falling into the whole vampire twilight thing, I decided make it a love triangle, enjoy!

The Black Butler and the Lapis Lady

Prologue

In a cold dark place where the sun never shines and the bright moon is the only source of light, there were no clouds in the constant night sky only the stars endured, there was no water, just desert land; this lifeless plain was my home.

There, in the middle of nowhere, sat an angel. She was young; no more than thirteen or fourteen, with straight raven black hair, parting on the left and cut in a bob around her head. Her skin was pale, almost lifeless and cold like the moon, with full but small blood red lips, and a delicate nose. Like cold Snow White...

A ragged Lapis blue dress that was once beautiful covered her thin frame. The sweetheart neckline of the dress looked as if it had been grabbed and torn, her dress, like her lips, were stained with red splatters of blood. The long bell sleeves had slit edges that started at her elbow, revealing layers of white underneath; one was in shreds as if it had been caught on a nail. The outer layer of blue velvet laid around her, displaying the last of the gold work at the torn hems. A single black heel was on her foot.

Although at first glance she looked plain with her pale skin and black hair, however there was a sort of subtle beauty that would intensify once she had aged into a woman. As I looked closer, I began to notice how her eyelashes brushed her cheeks when she blinked and how the shape of her upper lip was slightly smaller than the bottom, her skin riddled with veins of blood beneath. My mouth watered. She looked so fragile, so delicate; as if she would break if I merely touched her.

However it was her eyes that caught my attention, they were an intense shade of sapphire blue and the purity of her soul shone through, like the moon among the stars, my senses were drawn. I'd long grown tired of the feasting of second class souls, this one, this one was special, I licked my lips... What was she looking at? Her eyes gazed in the distance to something I couldn't see, gazing towards the unseeable, gazing towards the future, the truth. I crept closer to get a better look at her, but as silent as I was, she heard me and quickly turned her focus to me. The future gazing look in her eyes had not yet disappeared.

"Who are you?" she asked. Her soprano voice was as fragile as her beauty, but it was lined with a deep tone of authority.

"I could ask the same of you," I replied. Her eyes, those sapphire eyes pierced into me. She wasn't just looking at me; she was looking through me. Past the walls of seclusion I had built around myself and into the deepest secrets of my mind. I was not handsome; my features were barely human, my appearance was new to her yet her gaze was unwavering. There was no prejudice in her eyes, just that distant gaze. She wasn't truly here, I knew that much, no human could survive in theres conditions, I sensed a cage around her, yet her spirit was so strong she had brought an image of herself here.

Look at me, look at me! I found myself calling to her with my inner voice. Why do you not scream? Why do you not run? Are you so afraid you can not move? But why do your eyes tell a completely different story? It is as if…as if you're not afraid.

"Where am I?" she asked. Despite being in a completely unknown place, she wasn't afraid? No, there was no such thing; could she no longer feel fear? But then I noticed her left arm shaking- no, trembling was a more accurate term. She noticed my gaze and grabbed her left arm with her right, holding it steady. It wasn't trembling from fear; her eyes told me that.

"The land before heaven," I replied in the gentleman-like voice I always used towards humans. "You have passed on, but your strong will has bonded you to Earth, refusing to move on. You could say you're still alive, your human vessel remains intact, however should you chose not to return soon, death will take hold soon." Unexpectedly, she laughed. Her laugh was pleasant, possessing a light and gentle tone, to me at least. I'd been around humans long enough to know to them it'd be like throwing them into a river in the middle of an English winter.

"Me?" she asked, as if she had heard something extraordinary. "My strong will to live?" she echoed and laughed again. "Me, of all people."

"You believe me?" I asked, surprised. Even though I was telling the truth I expected her to scream and say I was lying. I could picture it in my head; she'd scream silently, her breathing would become shallow, her heart would beat faster, she'd try to stand and run but her feet would be numb with fear. But this one… she shrugged.

"I have no reason not to and you have no reason to lie," she said matter-of-factly. She was a logical person- no, she couldn't be; if she were a logical person then she would fear me. "What now? Do you devour me? Turn me into one of you? Or wrap me up and present me as a gift to Hades?" Her speak was unexpectedly unladylike and to the point; in other words rude and blunt. I liked that. She was… different from what I'd expect of her appearance.

"No," I chuckled. "You may past through the Heaven's Gate," I assured her, indicating to the large golden gates that appeared so small at this distant. But an idea sparked in my mind; it had not been too long since my last contract, but another one this early wouldn't hurt. "Unless you wish to return to the world of the living."

"And the price?" she asked. She caught on fast; I was liking her more and more.

"Do you have a wish, a dream, an ambition?" I asked. She nodded silently, interested in what I had to offer; a second chance at life didn't come by everyday after all. "We form a contract; but once you achieve your goal; your soul belongs to me. For now, let me warn you, for bringing a demon into the world of the living you will have cursed yourself for life; there will be no going back, disaster will follow you wherever you go. Now my lady, what is your wish?"

She had thought for no more than a few milliseconds before she looked me in the eyes; I could see my reflection in them, the difference in our appearance really was tremendous. Her eyes hardened but remained unwavering, her voice unexpectedly cold.

"Revenge," she said. "I want revenge on those who've humiliated me, revenge on those who slaughtered my household and murdered my parents."

"Upon naming me, the contract will be made, now my lady, what shall you call me?" I felt my form shifting, my back straightened, my features were now...human. She looked at me thoughtfully.

"Sebastian, yes, I like the sound of that. Hence forth you shall be named Sebastian Michaels." Unexpectedly she smiled again and held out her hand, palm up. "I am Lady-no, Countess Celyn Marianne Katherine Victoria Phantomhive."As I reached out towards her I felt myself being pulled in, the desert scene vanished, I was now in a room filled with cloaked men, and in the centre, My Lady, caged like a bird,the pentagram of her right eye shone, the surrounding flesh red with blood.

"Sebastian, this is an order, kill every last person in this room who have trapped me!"

I smiled and bowed deeply in her direction. "Yes, My lady."