Summary: It's now the year 2017, Ciel and Sebastian have adjusted well to the new era and even to the American society. They even own one of the best nightclubs around! But then a mysterious woman visits the club. Sebastian informs his young master that she's nothing but trouble. But what is it about her that everyone seems so attracted to?
Disclaimer: I do not own kuroshitsuji or any of it's characters. I only own Hannahlynn Harris and Alice Lefre, my OCs. Nor do I own the song that Hannahlynn dances to. It belongs to the person who owns it.
That Woman, An Introduction is Needed
She stepped into the club, her eyes scanning the room, catching glances. She was dying to move, to dance, body swaying to the music. She needed the rhythm of the song and this club would give her what she desired. She could feel the bass pounding below her feet, the push of the song hanging in the air, As she made her way through the crowd of people to the floor. She pushed a man out of her way, taking a deep breath of the sweat, the perfume and cologne, the smoke that hung in the air. Her eardrums were pounding and she could barely hear anyone over the beat. She gave a wicked grin as she caught sight of someone out near the center of the vast group. Said someone was Alice LeFre, a French woman of high standings. She pushed through another small cluster of people before grabbing Alice by the wrist. The blonde and white haired woman turned and a grin broke out across her lips.
"Hannahlynn Harris! I didn't think you would show darling!" Alice shouted over the music, her accent heavy amongst the Americans around her.
"You know I wouldn't turn down an invitation to a club, Alice." Came Hannahlynn's response into Alice's ear.
The red haired woman give a grin to the slender blonde, leaning in and capturing her lips in a sensual kiss. It was only when a new song came on that Alice broke the kiss and cheered, jumping out of Hannahlynn's grasp. It was new, one Hannah had never heard before. The bass pulse through her and her body moved of its own volition. Alice beckoned her over and Hannah obliged the woman, pulling them together. Fingers tangled in dark red hair and hands slipped into back pockets. Hips grinding together, hot and heavy in the midst of an already steamy dance floor.
The two women couldn't be anymore opposite if they tried. Alice loved white, which is what drove Hannahlynn to her like a moth to a flame. Alice had the purest yet darkest smell to her and Hannah couldn't get enough. White and blonde hair topped that beautiful head. Big blue eyes and a button nose, grounded with full lips, a long slender neck, and sloping shoulders. She stood at a small five foot two, much to Hannah's joy. The shirt, if you could call it that, was the most transparent white that Hannahlynn had ever seen. White pants hugged Alice's hips, drawing clear attention to her bubble butt and long legs. White bedazzled boots gave her a few inches, nearly catching up to Hannah. The woman was a person of interest, someone Hannah enjoyed spending her nights with in a passionate embrace. You could call the blonde French woman her "Friend With Benefits".
Hannahlynn Harris preferred darker colors as opposed to her little lover. Dark red hair tumbled in long waves down her shoulders, with dangerous gray eyes. A slender nose and full crimson lips, when parted gave the slightest hint of a fang on either side. Her skin, neck, and shoulders looked as though they were sculpted from the finest alabaster, sloping just slightly. Bare mid drift gave way as her arms lifted above her head, skin peeking out from under the black skin tight t-shirt. Hips and legs hugged by black pants, molding against her like a second skin. Long wouldn't be adequate to describe her legs. Hannahlynn stood proud at six feet, towering over Alice. Black tennis shoes, laced with red ribbon, stomped on the floor as she landed. The woman was a sight to see next to her lover.
Alice gave a hot moan as the two of them were lost in each other, blood racing. Hannah could taste the alcohol on her little lover's lips, the sweet smell of her perfume. Roses. Intoxication did not come easy for the tall woman, but Alice gave her a high that no one else could. The rush of the song, a night spent in absolute ecstasy. Another moan escaped Alice, Hannah having bitten into her shoulder just slightly. Hannah could feel the bass pumping and Alice swaying against her, giving every man in the area quite a bit of eye candy, though neither woman seemed to care. Alice shivered under her touch. Foreplay. That's what this was for them. Foreplay. Lights bounced from one side to the other, mirrors playing easily with the beams. Sweat. Heat. Little gasps as though the world were moving in slow motion. When the song ended, Alice dragged the tall woman to the bar, a bounce in her step. Music blasted and Hannahlynn could feel the vibration in the bar top.
"Midori Sour! Make it a double!" Shouted Alice.
"Beer." Said Hannah, leaning in to tell the bartender.
Hannah felt eyes on her, drawing her attention only slightly. She knew that feeling. The crawling to unearth what secrets lay hidden. She turned, catching a glance before they vanished. So, there was someone else here besides her. She could hear Alice cheering, the liquor having already worked quite a bit of its way into her system. She turned back and smiled at the little blonde, taking the beer given. She'd ignore the eyes, for now.
~*~*~* Later That Night *~*~*~
With Alice's legs wrapped around her waist, their lips locked, Hannah kicked open her apartment door. Keys tossed to the side and the door slammed shut, barely able to turn the lock. Alice kissed and bit at the skin of her neck, teasing the taller woman. Hannahlynn stumbled through her apartment, stopping her and there to kiss her lover. She pushed her bedroom door open, tripping on a shoe that had be haphazardly discarded on her return home, landing them both on the bed. They giggled, kisses growing in their heat. Hands traveled as they moved with practice up to the middle of the bed.
~*~*~* Back at the Club *~*~*~
"Who was that woman with the red hair? She didn't feel human at all." A voice in the darkness asked as they began closing down the club.
It was small, almost like a child. A cane shined in the dim light of the room upstairs, drawing his butler's attention. The taller of the two chuckled and nodded in agreement.
"That young master, was Hannahlynn Harris."
"A name I presume was given to her?"
"By her former master, yes. She's a demon much like you and I."
A young blue haired boy stepped into the light and smirked, his eyes flashing red before returning to their blue color.
"Sebastian, you seem to know her well enough." He said.
"No sir, I do not. I've only met her once. She's far older than I am."
Sebastian, the tall butler to Ciel Phantomhive, gave his usual cocky grin and locked the doors behind them.
"But I will gladly get everything I can find on her for you." He said.
"Good. I want to know who she is and why she's here." Ciel said as she walked away.
The crimson eyed man nodded, following close behind his young master, ready to tuck him in for the night.
I couldn't help but rewrite this. To say that it was embarrassing me is an understatement. I am beyond irritated with myself for publishing this as it was. I will also be editing chapter two as well. That one needs almost as much work as this one did. I hope you at least enjoyed this! Please leave reviews! I love to hear from y'all!