The door opened to his study, but the one who walked in was not anyone he recognized. A short young woman, not much older than he, with shoulder length brown hair, and plain brown eyes greeted him with a warm smile.

"Hello, Earl Phantomhive. My name is Amelia," the girl bowed her head, "Sebastian sent me to watch over you while he was away."

Ciel scowled. "What is this nonsense. Sebas-"

"Ah, ah, my lord. There's no need for that. You're in good hands."

He glared at the girl before him. "What would Sebastian send you here for?"

The young woman blushed. "He tells me you're terribly bored. I'm rather…otherworldly myself you see. He thought maybe I could help." Again she smiled pleasantly at him.

Ciel's hands formed into tight fists. Why did Sebastian always get him into unnecessary situations?

"I don't need entertainment of any kind. Please accept my humblest apologies for making you come out all this way." He smiled politely at her.

She giggled. It was high pitched, and he found it rather annoying. "I'm afraid it won't work that way, Earl Phantomhive. Sebastian and I made a deal, you see. And I'm not one to back out."

Ciel smirked in disbelief, and shook his head, his fingers resting on his forehead. "I don't know what made that idiot think I'd go for someone as plain as you. Either way I'm engaged, Miss. So I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."

She put her hand over her chest, her eyes misty. "Oh, plain you say? How you've hurt my feelings, Young Earl." She sighed, bowing her head. "But no matter. I'm flexible." She grinned at him wickedly and shrank in size, her hair sprawling out into blonde curls, her eyes turning a sharp green. The simple blue gown she had dawned before tossled into a deep burgundy, the skirt spreading out like an umbrella, with frills around the sleeves and along the bottom. It wasn't long before Earl Phantomhive realized he was staring at Lizzie.

"Ciel-oo." She cooed, her eyes wide and pleading, her arms outstretched to embrace him.

He slapped her hard across the face.

"You're no Elizabeth."

She put her hand to her cheek and laughed, and it was uncannily like Elizabeth's own laugh, as she began to transform once again. Her form became dark and ominous the taller she grew, and her hair began to shorten, turning a raven black.

"Perhaps you prefer this, my lord?"

The illusion of Sebastian bowed before him, down on one knee. Ciel scowled. "How dare you? I demand you show your true form!" he boomed.

The demon looked up, giving that half smile that Sebastian always does, and cocked it's head to the side, standing up.

"My true form? Why, that would be cheating."

Ciel grimaced, his teeth clenched.

The demon sighed. "Very well, Young Master." She spoke in Sebastian's voice. With her mouth she tugged at her left glove, and Sebastian's image exploded into a flurry of white feathers, the hair cascading down in long grey twirls, enveloping her body.

Her hair parted, revealing a long pair of smooth legs, the view stopped only by a skirt that was much too short to be practical by any means. It was paired with a tight corset, the top covering her breasts in sharp angles, a deep purple tattoo claiming her chest. She had long black nails and burgundy eyes, and Ciel caught himself gasping, stepping back into his desk.

"Oh dear me," her voice fell in between haunting, and enchanting, "Have I left you speechless, Earl Phantomhive?"

He shook his head, refusing to fall for this siren's tricks. "Enough! Be gone you demon!"

"Ciel…" her voice was like a delicious poison in his ears. "Allow me to entertain you." Her eyes flashed, as he had seen Sebastian's do numerous times before.

Ciel began to sweat. He'd kill Sebastian for this. "Chess entertains me," he spat out, "if you wish to entertain me then provide me with a good game."

She sighed in a way that fogged his mind, making it difficult to think. The longer she was in the room, the worse it got.

She seductively- Ciel didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or not- made her way to the seat across from him, and tossed back the tail of her dress so that she could sit down, her breasts bouncing as her skin touched the seat.

She leaned forward, her eyes playful and she bit her lip. "So how do we play?" A few loose strands of her shimmering grey hair fell across her eyes.

He scoffed. "I thought demons had endless amounts of time. You never thought it appropriate to learn chess?"

She shrugged, hair slipping over her shoulders. "These types of games bore me."

Ciel's blood was pulsing through his veins. He had a decent enough idea of the types of games this particular demon was into.

"If it's my soul you're after I'm afraid I'm already bound by a contract."

She laughed, the enchanting echoes sending his mind into a downward spiral of foggy bliss. "I'm not interested in that. Souls bore me too. They all taste the same."

"I find that hard to believe." He said curtly, setting up the board.

She crossed her legs and looked at her nails thoughtfully. "You're free to disagree." She put her elbows on the table, resting her chin in her palm and cocking her head to the side. Those wine eyes seemed to pierce right through him. "But seeing as you're human, you don't exactly have an opinion in this regard."

Ciel clenched his teeth, seething. "If it's not my soul you're after then what do you want? Why would Sebastian send you?"

She giggled again, her long hair falling over her eyes and framing her face. "I collect something much sweeter." She bit her lip, blushing. "Sebastian and I have a deal, you see. I enjoy a challenge, and he assured me you wouldn't be swayed. I decided I must see for myself."

Ciel looked at her. Her beauty was unparalleled. She had a soft pink hue to her cheeks and her eyes were charming. Her hair fell smoothly over her barely covered breasts, spiraling past her long, toned legs. She wasn't wearing any shoes, which he found strange, but it only made her more nymph-like. Everything about this demon was drawing him in.

"Sweeter?" he tried to sound uninterested, "Don't tell me you're a demon that collects laughter."

She watched him curiously as he moved his knight across the checkered board. "Ciel Phantomhive,"

At the sound of his name he stopped, dropping the chess piece, the pawn clambering on the board.

She slowly tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers brushing it all the way through. "You're avoiding the subject."

With his left hand in a fist he cringed. He was losing his patience with this demon. "There's nothing to avoid. You've yet to tell me why you've come."

She stood up, showcasing her elegant figure and made her way to him, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I've come for you, Ciel."

The siren-like melody that was her voice was almost enough to do him in. With her face this close, her eyes bright and wide, summoning him into her…

He resisted, closing his eyes and looking away.

"If you want me you'll have to beat me at chess. Those are my terms."

She laughed happily and kissed his cheek. Ciel was sent into a blurry oblivion when he caught the scent of her hair. Vanilla, was it? No, a strange mix of lavender perhaps? For a moment he couldn't breathe.

"I love games." She smiled sweetly, standing up and folding her hands in front of her so that her breasts pressed together.

"Then let us begin." He tone was hard and unforgiving.

The game ended rather quickly, as she was inexperienced, and before long, Ciel was looking up from the board, claiming 'check mate.'

"Oh dear," she sighed, with lips that begged to be kissed, "It would appear as though I've lost."

Ciel licked his lips, exhaling sharply. "Indeed."

She smiled sympathetically at him, and stood up again, her hair flowing with every step towards him, her eyes gleaming. "Were you hoping I would win, Earl Phantomhive?" She threw the tail of her dress back, straddling him and catching him off guard. "You can still have me, if you so desire." She purred.

The lust that clouded his head was infuriating. He would not be made a fool of. Especially not by some shape-shifting demon.

With surprising force, he tossed her off of him, releasing a low growl, and pinned her to the table, the chess pieces scattering across the floor, a few stray pawns digging into her back.

"Get out of my house."

She caught his lips with her own, sending him tumbling down, down, down.

Ciel wasn't strong enough to fight it. Her delicious scent was overwhelming. The feel of her breasts against his chest was beyond anything he had ever experienced before. And these soft lips…He groaned into her mouth.

The doors of the study opened, and Sebastian entered the room.

Ciel staggered back, falling onto the ground.

Sebastian shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, Young Master. An Earl should not act with such a lack of decorum."

"You idiot! You're the reason I'm in this mess."

"Hello, Sebastian." The female demon smiled teasingly, her legs crossed and dangling off the table, her arms supporting her as she leaned back, so that her breasts were perked up.

Sebastian's eyes flashed hot pink. "Hello, Miss." He said, placing a hand over his chest and bowing.

Ciel's hand met Sebastian's cheek with a sharp smack. "I'm sick of your games, Sebastian!"

Sebastian was surprised, but smiled politely, and dropped down on one knee in front of his master. "Forgive me, my lord. I simply thought you could use some fun."

"I'm not amused." He spat out harshly, then turning to the female, pointed his finger, "You! What's your name?"

Again he was met with that hauntingly alluring laugh. "I go by many names," she ran her hand through her long hair, "Isn't that right Sebastian?"

Sebastian gave a half smile that Ciel knew all too well.

The elegant woman sighed longingly. "I'm afraid I must be going. I've lost the game anyhow." She made her way in between the two gentlemen, but paused to hold Sebastian's chin in her fingers. "Se-bas-chan." She sang tauntingly and giggled, her eyes smiling.

The demon's eye's flashed as he watched her walk away. The doors to the study closed behind her.

Ciel stared angrily at Sebastian. "Sebastian," he roared, pulling off his eye patch, "Bring her back to me. This game's not over yet."

Sebastian bowed, his hand over his chest. "Yes, my lord."

A/N: So, I started it and I'm not sure if I should just leave it like this or keep adding to it...to be honest Ciel is really hard to keep in character and even now I'm not sure if I did too good of a job. Would love to get opinions on this :) Thanks all!