Hey guise! This is the first chapter of Dancing with Demons! I hope you enjoy it ok? If you do, you will receive a cyber cookie of your choice. :3
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KUROSHITSUJI OR BLACK BUTLER, OR WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT. THOUGH LIKE EVERY FAN GIRL OUT THERE, I REALLY WISH I DID...
The train slowly rolled to a stop, the scenery out the window to my left becoming visible once more and showing off the beautiful town of London.
People buzzed around everywhere, but I can't imagine who wouldn't be out on a summer day like this.
The shone sun high in the sky, smiling down on the land
before me.
The hiss of the train startled me from my short window expedition and I stood from my seat and grabbed all the luggage I had before dragging it out into the hallway.
"Pardon me, Miss." A young man scooted past me on his way off, followed by a couple more people I didn't really look at. After struggling to carry my bags from the train and onto the station pavement, I took a deep breath and sighed. The air here was definitely better than the city, that's for sure. Man, it was so crowded. People bumped against my shoulder in attempt to go wherever they were going and shouts could be heard from a distance.
After I pushed my way through the crowds of people and successfully having my toes trampled a few times, I spotted him. Allen stood by the side of the road with what was most likely his carriage having a chat with his new fiancé, Emily.
"Hey! Allen over here!" his head whipped in my direction and his blue eyes lit up in excitement before he raced up to me enveloping me in a tight embrace. I wrapped my small arms around his larger frame and squeezed inhaling his too familiar scent of mints and apples. Woah, what a weird combination, but whatever.
"Astrid! How are ya sis?" he drawled in his American accent letting me go but wrapping a muscular arm around my shoulders.
"Nothing much. Just trying to make it big in the city- nice suite by the way. You trying to look good for your fiancé? Eh? Eh?" I poked him in his ribs and picked up my bag which was really fucking heavy. I think I should pack less when I travel….
"Your so weak and no, I'm not trying to look good for Emily. I DO look good for her!" Allen flashed his perfect white teeth and ran a slender hand through his curly blonde hair. He was so full of himself whenever it comes to Emily. But who could blame him? He was handsome (for being my brother I mean) and charming (really meaning stupid funny) so it fit him. Plus, Emily was probably the most gorgeous girl I think that god has ever created. Her golden blonde hair contrasted nicely with her flawless porcelain skin, blue eyes, full pink lips, and tall but slender body. Hell, she could make Aphrodite want to kill herself for being ugly. Speaking of the angel…
"Oh really now? I think I'd have to disagree with that." Emily said bluntly in her own little English accent all cute and what not. Oh, and I forgot to mention, Emily is a huge jokester herself which makes me want to accept her into my brothers life more.
"Uh…. I love you?" the blonde male blushed a dark shade of pink and rubbed his neck before leaning in and giving his wife-to-be a semi passionate kiss that lasted a little too long. How cute! And awkward… Emily huffed and pushed him off playfully a smile on the corner of her lips.
"Jerk…" she mumbled lowly before turning towards me with a supermodel grin. "Astrid!" we hugged rocking back and forth on our feet like most girls do and she began talking wildly. "Oh my! I missed you so much! How have you been? How's the city? Have you gotten any good jobs yet? Oh! How was your trip? I'm so glad you're here! I haven't talked to you in a while and the women here are so boring! I missed you!" she eventually had to stop to breathe and I took this as my chance to respond.
"I missed you so much too, Emi! I've been really well! The city is so busy and crowded right now but I can live with it. Yes, I got a good dancing job downtown but my singing hasn't taken off yet, but I feel like it will soon. The trip was long and boring as it always is but I would sit in a smelly train fro any amount of hours if it meant seeing you two get married! I'm glad I'm here too. Sorry I couldn't write for a while and I agree that the women here are quite boring and can't start conversations for their lives. And…" I took a huge breathe. "I missed you more than you missed me!" I was 100% sure that poor Allen had no idea what we just said to each other and I was right, because he gave Emi and I a blank look before opening his mouth to say something.
"I'll just take your bags to the… yeah…" my brother mumbled awkwardly and grabbed my bags leaving Emi and I to catch up some more.
"Poor Allen. I pretty sure we freaked him out…" I thought out loud glancing at him walk away towards the street. Emily seemed to disagree by scoffing and sticking up her nose.
"We? You mean YOU darling! You are utterly insane!" she exaggerated that snooty English accent that you so often hear around Europe and in the city these days.
"Ok, right. Miss I-can-marry-the-most-insane-boy-on-the-planet-and-not-be-remotely-insane!" I sarcastically said and hugged the girl again as she broke out into a fit og=f giggles.
"I'm so glad you're back, my dear. It'll be nice to have you around for a while." She whispered as we began to walk back to the carriage where Allen waited chatting with a man whom I did not recognize.
"Thanks, girlie. I'm just so glad that Jimmy gave me a break so I could come see the best marriage ever. Well, it's going to be, I mean." I retorted pulling my wavy brown hair into a ponytail.
"Jimmy's you're boss right?" Emily asked curiously making sure not to disturb my brother's conversation. Such a sweet girl she was.
"Yeah, and the best thing that's ever happened to my life since I started dancing. And no. We're not in any kind of relationship at all." I added on quietly but I felt my attention fall on the man that chatted with Allen. Was he- was he talking with his hands? I took notice of this quickly and found myself staring at them even as Emily continue to whisper something to me. Out of all the stupid derogatory untimely rude things I've ever said what I said passed them all by far.
"You're Italian!" The moment I shouted those two words at the stranger, I covered my mouth and turned towards Emily. Her face contorted into- I don't even know what. I think it was shock.
"What?" Allen and Emily said in sync, Allen turning towards me. All eyes were on me now, including the Italian guy who I know found out was totally hot and I just made a complete fool of myself and oh my gosh I'm rambling in my thoughts….
It was so awkward now. Everyone just kind of stared at each other unsure of what to say… I swallowed the lump in my throat before building up the confidence to speak.
"You're Italian right? Because you speak with…your…hands…" I muttered visibly shrinking. Ew, I'm sweating everywhere and it's really hot outside too… Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! You're an Idiot!
"You're very smart, no?" the Italian guy spoke now, a smile on his handsome face. Relief washed over me but I still felt more nervous than a bunny in a mine field. Yeah, I just said that. Well, thought it. Anyways, Mr. Italy seemed to be amused with my embarrassment and continued to speak with that sexy ITALIAN accent of his.
"So, Mr. Miller, this is you're beautiful younger sister?" he asked, green eyes flashing with excitement as he looked me over for a second. Did he just call me beautiful?
"Uh, yes! I am Allen's sister. Astrid, Astrid Miller." I wiped my sweaty palm on my skirt before shaking his hand. I hope no one noticed that I actually wiped it though.
Oh, yes, Ms. Miller. Or is it Mrs.?" Italy asked still holding my smaller hand in his big calloused one.
"Sadly, it's Miss. You can just call me Astrid. Emily will be Mrs. Miller next week when she gets…." I stopped when Italy kissed my hand gently. His lips seemed to linger for a little longer than necessary, but that may be how Italians are so I didn't do anything about it.
"A beautiful name for an equally beautiful woman." The man let go of my hand and ran his through his short spiky black hair, eyes never leaving mine.
"Thank you, Mr…."
"Venizio, but feel free to call me Aldo, my dear." He added, nodding his head to me.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Venizio." Emily smiled but her eyes betrayed her, showing annoyance. Aldo turned towards Emily with a nervous smile.
"Good afternoon, Miss Latieri! You look very lovely today!" the Italian rubbed the back of his neck shamefully and I could only guess that he had been caught flirting with me.
Emily gave a small sound of approval before turning to her hubby to be, who I just noticed stood silent the whole time. Maybe he was whipped? Meh, kudos for Emi.
"Darling, shall we go home now? I'm quite famished. And plus, the news?" she lowered her voice at the last part and glanced over at me a couple times. What news? Good news? I wonder if it involves eating food cuz I'm starving!
"Yes, dear." Allen kissed his fiancé on the cheek before motioning for me to go into the carriage. "Well, Aldo, we must get going now. We have all made plans tonight and I do not wish to be late. Good day!" I said a quiet goodbye to Aldo before climbing into the carriage with Emily right behind me. Once Allen closed the door, Emily turned to me with serious eyes.
"Don't go any where near Aldo, darling. All I have to say is that he's not right in the head. Something about him is off. Ok?" I blinked a couple times trying to process what she had just said to me.
"Yeah. No going near Aldo!" I repeated. She cringed a bit at his name.
"You mean, Mr. Venizio." She corrected. The carriage began to move slowly as we drove away from the train station.
"Who?" I asked playing along with her little antics. The blonde laughed and felt the need to add on.
"What are we talking about, again?" we both broke out into a fit of girlish laughter. I honestly needed a good vacation after working non-stop in New York City. It can really drain you.
Emily smiled brightly at me before starting to talk about what she wants for the wedding and who she's inviting. I just listened and nodded to everything she said. Maybe it was rude but I just couldn't help to not listen.
I kept wondering about what news she had to tell me….
Well, guise. That was the end of the first chappy! I hope you liked it and feel free to review and all that good stuff. Even if it is to tell me how much my writing sucks. :3