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Tainting the Light	By : JadedMiss Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This work is purely fanfiction. I do not own Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) anime or manga. The creator of Kuroshitsuji is the talented Yana Toboso, I am merely a huge fan and make no money from the story.

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Catherine tried to desperately focus on reading her novel, but she just couldn't seem to concentrate. Flashes of earlier that day played in her mind, causing her to feel more and more heated. The lustful look in Sebastian's eyes, as if he were devouring her, the velvety tone of his voice, sending shivers down her spine and pooling in regions untouched. His very presence demanding to be acknowledge despite her wanting to remain indifferent. These new feelings were embarrassing to her and were definitely not something she was very attuned to. She slammed her book shut and sighed, whatever game this man was playing at was far more experienced then she was. The whole situation felt like tethering on a very thin wire and she feared what would happen if she fell. Would the fall be worth it? Would she mind falling from grace? The thought made her laugh, "Such nonsense, falling from grace, he is a man, nothing more. A man doing what men do best, seducing innocent maidens into their beds.". The thought of Sebastian's bed made Catherine remember the feeling of something being off within the butler's room. The knowledge that Sebastian seemed to appear out of nowhere shortly after the young master's disappearance always intrigued her. The want to know more about him was growing harder to suppress. She wanted to know more about this mysterious man who captivated and annoyed her.
The next day everyone was bustling around getting ready for the ball. Mey-Rin was in charge of seeing to the china for dinner and dessert. Baldroy was in the kitchen attempting to cook the finest meal without using any weapons that would burn the house down. Finny was seeing to the flower arrangements, being ever so gentle not to break anything. Tanaka was in prime condition as he helped decide which scores should be played. And Catherine got stuck with Sebastian to run errands before the ball started. She couldn't understand why the young lord insisted Catherine go with Sebastian, but he seemed to be amused by something. They both sat in the carriage quietly heading back from town. Catherine felt awkward being closed in with just Sebastian. She thought about her musings from the night before and wished she could work up the courage to ask the raven haired butler a few questions. Now would be the perfect time to do so, but she was too nervous. She looked down at her hands as they lay in her lap, unaware of the frown on her face. "Catherine, why ever are you furrowing your brows?", Sebastian questioned, looking at her. "Oh, um, it's nothing really.", Catherine said meekly. She could have kicked herself, this behavior was not going to get her anywhere. She should just speak the words without even taking a moment to worry about them. "Sebastian, how did you come to know the young master and become his butler?". The moment she asked, she felt an unexplained fear creep over her, seeping into her veins like poison.
If Sebastian was caught off guard, he recovered so fast that no one would be the wiser. "Why ever would you want to know something so trivial, wouldn't you much rather want to know something a bit more intimate.", he said enticingly, coming over to her side of the carriage and playing with the bow on her maid's outfit. Catherine batted his hand away, she couldn't let him take the reins again. "No, Sebastian, I just want to know how you came to know the young master.", she repeated more firmly this time. "If you must know, he sought me out, my credentials exceeded his expectation and so he contracted me. What can I say, I'm one hell of a butler.", Sebastian said smirking. "Exactly how did the young Earl come to hear of you, when no one else in London had?', Catherine continued, feeling like a crucial part was missing from his answer. Sebastian started to get perturbed with her questioning, she was treading on thin ice. "How does that expression go, oh yes, curiosity killed the cat. Have you ever heard of that one, my dear?", Sebastian warned. Catherine couldn't believe it, he was not only evading the question but also threatening her. What was going on? Who exactly was this man? Sebastian moved back to where he had been sitting and said nothing else to her for the rest of the trip.
Back at the manor, Miss Elizabeth had already arrived with five trunks worth of clothes. "Elizabeth, exactly why did you bring ALL of these clothes, you will only be staying for the weekend?", Ciel asked slightly agitated. "A girl has to be adequately prepared for anything. I wouldn't want to come unprepared for my fiancé' and I even bought you something cute to wear.", Elizabeth squealed in delight. "Oh, Lizzie, not again, I assure you I have plenty of appropriate attire for a ball.", Ciel said. "But this is a ball being thrown for me, is it not, everything has to be cu..", Elizabeth trailed off when she saw Catherine come through the door. "Oh, dear me, is this your new maid? She is absolutely adorable!", Elizabeth spoke, running over to Catherine. "That's very kind of you to say so.", Catherine said blushing, "My name is Catherine, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Elizabeth.". "I'll be retiring to my chambers now to get a bit of rest before tonight.", Ciel said climbing up the stairs while Elizabeth was preoccupied. "You will be coming to the ball, won't you?", Elizabeth asked Catherine oblivious to her fiancé's leaving. "Yes, I will, the master has given all the servants permission to attend.", Catherine smiled. "Oh, I just can't wait, this ball is going to be splendid.", Lizzie clapped her gloved hands together in excitement. Catherine couldn't help but smile at the young miss's enthusiasm. It was going to be nice to have some lighthearted fun and it might even do the young master some good, he always seemed so distant, so melancholy. All things considered she couldn't blame him though, to have to grow up so fast must have been a brutal task for one so young. "Perhaps with you here, someone might be able to get Sebastian to dance, he is always so rigid.", Elizabeth said snapping Catherine back to the present moment. Catherine tried as hard as she could to suppress her laugh, but a little chuckle slipped through. Sebastian shot her a flitting death glare, but turned to the young blonde and smiled, "If the young miss wishes me to dance and it pleases the lord then by all means, I will gladly dance. Unfortunately, I've seen this maid's version of the waltz and it is quite lacking.", Sebastian smirked. Catherine looked at him, feeling the heat well up in her veins. "Sebastian, that is not very gentlemanly of you to say about poor Miss Catherine.", Elizabeth scolded giving him a light tap on the arm. "Fear not, Miss Elizabeth, I've been dealing with that butler's cruelness from day one, his words have no effect on me. Plus, dancing with him would prove to be like dancing with a log, since as you say, he is so stiff.", Catherine retorted, "Please excuse me, I'll help see to any last preparations now." Catherine walked away feeling proud that she kept herself shielded from that person. Elizabeth just stood there glancing back and forth between the butler and the departing redhead. "Miss Elizabeth, I think I will go see to the young lord now. He may require some assistance getting ready for tonight.", Sebastian bowed as he tried to conceal his anger. "Yes, of course.", the young miss said too busy pondering the relationship between the two servants. To her, all the world was fair game when it came to her matchmaking and it seemed that the butler may have found the perfect counterpart to his brooding nature. "What do you think of those two, Ciel?", Elizabeth asked mischievously, "Ciel? Ciel?".
The hour of the ball was swiftly approaching as Catherine stood looking in the full-length mirror in her room. She smiled deeply at her reflection, it was the first time she felt like a proper lady. The powder blue lace gown tucked in at her waist and flowed gently to the floor. The lace ruffles sweeping around her shoulders were adorned with ivory flowers. She wore a matching set of pearl earrings and choker, she had inherited from her grandmother. Her red hair was pulled back in a soft bun with tendrils that fell gently framing her face. She pinched her cheeks to give them a soft rosy glow. "I wonder if any gentlemen will ask me for a dance tonight?", she mused to herself. The whole notion left her feeling excited and nervous at the same time. Perhaps Sebastian didn't want to dance with her, but surely there would be others who would. Why did she care what that opinionated butler thought anyway? She would just act like he didn't exist.
At sundown, the music began in the great ballroom. As couples and singles were introduced, Catherine realized there were quite a bit of the ton she had never even heard mentioned in her home as well as some exotic people that quite fascinated her. She stood there with Finny and Mey-Rin trying desperately to not feel uncomfortable. She watched the young lord and Miss Elizabeth mingle with a great many faces. She noted how well the master turned on the air of a very sociable earl when, in actuality, he was quite content shutting the world out, apart from a few. It was nice to see him in a different light, even if it was a false light at that. "Excuse me, young miss, would you mind sharing this dance with me?", a young brown haired man with rich brown eyes asked her. "Oh, tha..that would be quite alright.", Catherine said bowing. The man wrapped his elbow around hers and they made their way out to the crowd of dancers. "May I have the name of the lady who has captured my eyes?", he asked as they spun around the floor. "Catherine. Catherine Sweet, and you are?", Catherine asked smiling up at him. "William Westford, my lady. Pleased to meet your acquaintance Miss Sweet.", he said with a twinkle in his eyes. They conversed and laughed as they danced. Afterward, he kissed her hand, "If you'll excuse me I must go have a word with Lord Phantomhive, it was a pleasure dancing with you Miss Sweet, and please don't hide from the ton anymore. We need a beauty like you to light up the world." "I'm flattered Mr. Westford, thank you for the dance.", Catherine said beaming. She went to go find Mey-rin to tell her of the splendid time she had with Mr. Westford, but was intercepted by another gentleman wishing to dance with her and so the night went on just like that, with Catherine not getting a moment to catch a breath.
"Poor Catherine, she will never get a moment to even come and seek refreshment.", Finny spoke to Baldroy and Mey-rin. "Is someone a bit jealous?", Baldroy asked the blonde. "What do you mean Baldroy?", Finny asked blushing. "Finny, it's obvious you have taken a liking to Cat.", Mey-rin said smiling. "Apparently, you aren't the only one either.", Baldroy added looking at the redhead who spun gracefully around the room with another enamored man. "It's..it's not like that! I just really care for Catherine, she is a very good friend and I don't want her to get too exhausted and end up getting ill.", Finny said. "I'm not surprised Catherine has been successful all night with the gentlemen. ", Elizabeth said joining the three servants, "I mean she is just so adorable. I wonder how her parents could have deprived her of a proper social upbringing. We surely are going to be great friends, I can tell already.".
At the same time, she watched her betrothed from across the room conversing with Lord and Lady Montgomery. The only person who ever could be glued to Ciel's side without him getting upset was that butler. Even at this moment, there he was right beside her love. If she wasn't raised to be a proper young lady she would have already made her disapproval known. She kept her eyes fixed on Sebastian for a moment and realized he was looking more intimidating then normal. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked like a lion who was monitoring his prey. What poor soul was his eyes penetrating with such intensity? She followed the direction that he was looking at and stopped on Catherine. Was this anger directed at the young maid? But why? Was there truly something more to this relationship that was hiding beneath the surface?
The music stopped and Catherine started to make her way over to her companions, when suddenly a firm hand gripped her wrist and pulled her back into their frame. Catherine became immediately aware of the body against her back and her breathing hitched. The lights dimmed a little and a new score began a tango. The strong arms spun her around and she came face to face with Sebastian. His eyes glowed a fiery red, almost an unnatural shade at that. Her heart started to pound in her ears and warmth began to spread throughout her whole body, pulsing more in certain spots. He grasped her hand and put his other hand on her waist and bent her into a low dip. The movement was slow and methodical but before she knew it he pulled her upright again causing her chest to rub up against his. They began to dance around the room, with Catherine having a hard time trying to keep up. This intimate dance was one she never experienced before. Sebastian never let her falter though. He was in charge of every turn, every bend, every touch. She felt like a moldable plaything in his arms as he demanded full control of their poetic movement. Catherine fought the urge to cower, but the energy Sebastian was emitting was one of pure aggression. He was clearly angered by something but used the beat of the music to punish her. What unnerved her was the response he had on her body. She wanted to flee these feelings, but he held her steadfast against the precipice. The room spun around and around, and though her mind and body felt like it was being carried away to heaven, her soul feared it was on a trajected path to the red hot fires of hell. She felt the shame, the embarrassment, the fear of onlooking eyes, slipping away as more sinful feelings grasped at her and pulled her under. It was only the two of them in this private world, where light and dark collided. But the blackness would consume her in this titillating trance. She became lightheaded and felt the ground about to slip away from her feet when the music stopped, leaving her pressed up against him, their lips almost touching. "How was that for dancing, my dear, not quite the log you expected, was I?", Sebastian spoke huskily to her. Catherine just gazed up at him, trying to regain her composure. Sebastian released her and took a step back, "Thank you for this dance, my lady, now if you'll excuse me.", he smirked and bowed then walked out of the ballroom. All Catherine could do was watch the intriguing man leave, her slippered feet cemented to the floor. The room had taken on a mystical fairytale appearance and she knew she was slipping, drifting away in the depths of emotion. Was she slowly falling for this unpredictable, charming yet dangerous man.
"What the bloody hell was that all about?", Ciel said as he looked on in shock. His butler never acted out of character, always waiting for his command. "That was absolutely the most romantic thing I have ever seen.", Elizabeth spoke standing next to her betrothed, "I knew they would make the cutest couple.". "Elizabeth, please cease with your match-making games, Sebastian will not fall in love with Catherine. I assure you, whatever he feels, it isn't love.", Ciel said sternly. "Is it so hard to imagine that your butler could have feelings for anyone, he is a man after all.", Elizabeth answered. "No, trust me, if anything you should be pitying that woman. Sebastian will only hurt her, let's hope she doesn't get any ridiculous notions of love in her head or this will not end well.", Ciel stated, "I must go have a word with my butler, excuse me Elizabeth.". The others just stood there in utter surprise, watching the young woman in the center of the room. Whatever was starting to transpire between the butler and the maid had left an impression on all who witnessed it. Unbeknownst to anyone there, that pain, misfortune and fate hung in the stars above, foretelling of a treacherous storm brewing within the Phantomhive manor.
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