Oh my goodness guys, I can't believe I am writing this! I wasn't planning to write a sequel but so many of you guys requested one and then an idea for a sequel hit me while I was watching Supernatural. So here it is, everyone! Hope everyone enjoys :)
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Sebastian didn't even pause making tea when he felt his presence. "The answer is no, Damian," Sebastian stated firmly without turning around.
"You have a duty you know. You might as well own up to your place," Damian said, picking up a porcelain cup and swinging it around his finger by its handle.
"You can try to convince me as many times as you wish, but the answer will always remain no."
Damian nodded in understanding. "Things are getting worse down there, you know."
"Yes, well I suppose sixteen years without a leader would do that to any place," Sebastian replied.
"I hate to say it, but they need guidance, Lucifer."
"My name is Sebastian."
"You have been topside for far too long," Damian stated and glanced out the kitchen window to see Corinna picking roses with a young boy. Slowly he moved to the window to watch the two. "But I can understand why you stay."
"Touch her and I will kill you," Sebastian said, his eyes glowing crimson as he finally straightened to look at Damian.
"Relax, I wasn't planning on harming anyone or getting near any of your precious family. I simply came to try to convince you to come back home," Damian said, his silver eyes clashing with Sebastian's red ones.
"This is my home. I have no reason to go back to hell and every reason to stay up here," Sebastian said, gazing at Corinna through the window.
"I understand. That's all I needed to hear. I promise never to bother you again," Damian said.
"I don't want anyone else coming either," Sebastian stated.
"Well, I can't prevent that. No one listens to anyone of authority anymore. Just stay alert," Damian warned, and quickly disappeared.
"He refused," William stated as he walked briskly into Alexander's office. The head reaper glanced at William in surprise.
"Again?" He asked, repositioning his glasses.
"Yes, sir. And this time the demons have accepted it."
"Stupid demon. Does he even realize the chaos he's causing be not resuming his rightful place? He killed his own father, he should at least set things right and put an end to all this rampant demon activity," Alexander spat, standing and pacing. "All over the world souls are being eaten right and left, leaving nothing for use to collect. If this continues much longer, I will have to get rid of hundreds of reapers."
"Sir, if I may suggest something," William spoke up and Alexander regarded him intently. "I have been watching the boy for quite some time now and although he doesn't have the ideal personality, he is the only male heir," William continued.
"Those filthy demons won't want a weakling like him as their leader, even if tradition does call for a male heir. And don't you dare suggest editing his records, it's against regulations."
"Sir, it is the only option we have. If the boy becomes their ideal leader, they'll recruit him in a heartbeat and order will be restored," William pointed out. "I hate to go against regulations, as you well know, but for the good of the company's future, this must be done."
Alexander nodded slowly. "It's a good thing we didn't kill him before he was born. Very well, we will edit his records. We just need him to stop doing things long enough for us to edit things."
"I will send out Ronald immediately, sir."
Nevaeh laughed delicately as she linked her arm with Nicco's. "Just look all those young ladies Nicco. I am making them all green with envy by simply walking with you."
Nicco smiled slightly down at his sister. "I'm more concerned about the men staring at you. I believe I may lose my head if I take you out for a stroll again."
"Oh don't let those silly men bother you," Nevaeh said, hitting Nicco playfully.
"I dearly missed our strolls when I was off at school," Nicco stated causing Nevaeh to sigh dramatically.
"Must you ruin the lovely afternoon with your moping, Nicco? Honestly, every time you speak of that damn school it irritates the hell out of me. Ever since you went there, all I ever hear about it is whining."
"Nevaeh, please watch your speech in public," Nicco said softly.
"Just take me home. Papa will have a fit if we aren't home in time for lunch," Nevaeh said, brushing at her perfectly spotless dress.
Nicco sighed and led his sister down the path and back to the townhouse. "Forgive me," Nicco said after quite some time of silence.
Nevaeh smiled. "I've already forgiven you. You know I can't stay angry with you for very long. I-"
Nicco suddenly froze in his footsteps, startling Nevaeh into silence. Nicco looked around them carefully, scanning the faces of the people passing them by and Nevaeh followed his gaze.
"What is it?" Nevaeh whispered, wondering whether she should be worried or not. Her brother wasn't one to become so tense over anything. In fact, she didn't even think she'd ever seen him react so strongly. Normally Nicco was very mild-mannered and calm, taking to reading in solitude rather than social events. He was even referred to as the angel of society- a title that always gave Nevaeh a horrible fit of laughter. But she wasn't laughing now. "Nicco?" She asked again, shaking his arm slightly.
Nicco slowly turned his head to look at his sister. "Let's hurry home," he insisted quietly.
"Why? What is it?" Nevaeh demanded, and when Nicco continued to drag her along at his swift pace, she yanked her arm free and stopped to stare at him. "Tell me what it is," she hissed, her ruby eyes glittering with slight fear.
Nicco looked at her, guilt washing over him. Silently he held out his hand and pulled her along again, this time slightly slower. "I feel as if I'm being followed lately. I haven't seen anyone but that doesn't make the feeling any less real," he informed her in a hushed tone.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Nevaeh asked, clearly hurt that he'd keep something like that from her.
"I didn't want you to worry, and I definitely didn't want you to tell Mama and especially not father about this." Nicco pulled Nevaeh to a stop and looked down at her. "Promise me you won't breath a word of this to them."
Nevaeh pulled away and straightened her hat. "I believe we should tell them."
"Nevaeh promise me."
"Nicco, what if you're up against something you can't handle?" Nevaeh hissed.
"All the more reason to not tell father. He will want to step in, and dammit I'm a grown man Nevaeh, I can handle things on my own. Just promise me you won't tell anyone."
Nevaeh looked at the ground and then back up at her brother. "Fine, I won't tell them," she relented. "But if you get into trouble I will have no remorse over having father give you a good beating and rubbing it in your face that I was right," she warned him, tapping his chest with her finger. "Now let's hurry home before we cause a spectacle here in the park."
"A spectacle? Nevaeh, we already are spectacles," Nicco laughed. "Everywhere we go, people stare and now that this is our second season in society and the both of us are still unmarried, it causes everyone to watch us even more. They're wondering why I haven't been shackled yet and why you haven't accepted any of the proposals given to you."
"Well obviously they don't know Mama very well. Goodness knows she'd have a fit if I ever accepted a marriage proposal from someone I wasn't madly in love with," Nevaeh laughed softly.
Nicco nodded, a soft smile spreading across his lips. "She's very brave to go against society like that and encourage us to find marriage based on love rather than money or status."
"Well how can she not tell us that when she's married to the love of her life? It would be slightly unfair, don't you think? Besides, she was in a loveless married before we were born, so she knows how miserable that life can be."
Nicco led Nevaeh back to the manor and left as soon as she was safely inside the house. He decided to head down to White's for several games of cards with anyone of interest there at this time of day. He often found himself spending much of his time nowadays at the elite establishment, and being from one of the richest families in England, he was naturally welcomed into the club with open arms.
Going to White's was about as much social interaction he could tolerate since it was the only place where overbearing mothers weren't trying to fling their daughters at him. Even walking down the street or in the park was a task in itself since he had to dutifully avoid being lured into taking young ladies on outings. But by far, balls and the like were the worst. Sometimes he was able to hide out in the card room or in the library and avoid the dancing, but more times than not he was somehow trapped into dancing with girls.
Nicco sighed, and straightened his hat as he continued on his way and silently cursed the money his family possessed. If Nicco were poor and ugly he wouldn't be considered one of the most eligible bachelors in London and perhaps he may even lead a peaceful life.
Nicco glanced up just in time to see Lady Carter and her terribly plain daughter headed in his direction.
Quickly, Nicco turned to one of the alleys next to him, trying to avoid being seen and ran into a woman accidentally. Without even seeing who she was, he clamped his hand over her mouth and held onto her as he pressed them against the brick wall in the alley. The young woman squirmed, and Nicco moved slightly to whisper into her ear, "Please just be quiet and remain still. I won't hurt you. I'm just trying to avoid Lady Carter."
The woman seemed to stop struggling, obviously knowing that Lady Carter was one of the shrewdest mothers in London, having married off her other four daughters, all of them quite attractive in fact, to wealthy men with titles. Now Susan was the only daughter left and unfortunately she hadn't gotten her mother's good looks as well.
Nicco felt terrible for avoiding them, but it was the same with every young woman he met. He couldn't find anyone that inspired any interest in him. Nicco pressed against the woman in the darkness, giving them better cover in the shadows as Lady Carter and Miss Susan walked passed. As soon as the two of them were passed the alley, Nicco became hyper aware of the soft curves pressing against him. He pressed his forehead against hers and tightened his restrain on himself to prevent some sort of scandalous episode. Carefully he removed his hand from her mouth.
"I believe they are gone, sir," the woman whispered, her breath tickling Nicco's features.
"Do I know you?" Nicco asked slowly, surprised by how familiar her voice sounded. He leaned back slightly, trying to see if he recognized her face, but it was difficult to make out in the darkness.
"I don't believe so, sir. I would remember meeting someone like you," she answered.
"I've kept you here long enough, forgive me," Nicco said quietly and slowly released her.
The woman moved away from him carefully and then walked back out into the sunlit street, careful not to be seen. She didn't look back. Nicco watched after her silently, wishing he had thought to ask her name.
"Next time get a room, demon," A voice said behind him and he spun around, just in time to be hit in the head with something awfully heavy. Nicco groaned and slid to the floor painfully, darkness consuming him before he even hit the ground
I don't know how I feel about this first chapter, but my friends enjoyed it, so I hope you will too. ^.^ Please leave your lovely reviews and until the next chapter. OH! And if you like vampire knight, I recently created a new story called See No Evil, its a crossover between Vampire Knight and Kuroshitsuji.
