STORY SUMMARY: Things were going fine for me until I blacked out one night and woke to a demon butler serving tea and scones. He's convinced I've made a contract with him—I'm convinced he's lying.
Rating: T (Subject to change)
GENERAL DISCLAIMER: It's not my sandbox. I'm just playing in it.
AN: Hello dear readers, both new and old. I have made the decision to return to my 2015 fanfictions: this applies to both Sweetness and eventually Destroy She Said. However, before I begin releasing any entirely new content, I'll just be conducting a minor sweep of both stories. Cleaning up some plot points, grammar, and most notably: Sweetness' format. That's right folks, I hope you like drabbles 'cause SWN is getting revamped to match DSS. The goal is to make it easier to update both fics simultaneously.
Enjoy!
Sweetness
Part One
Somewhere in my youth I'd developed a talent for sleeping through just about anything. Thunderstorms, car alarms, questionable neighbors, police sirens—you name it. Last week, every apartment on my block had a burglary. Mine being of no exception. Yet somehow, as a group of loud, uncoordinated, delinquents broke through my kitchen window—hauling out my television, toaster oven, and a box of frosted flakes—I'd remained blissfully unaware.
So when all it took was the soft rustle of disturbed fabric to rouse me out of slumber, I should've immediately registered the threat. Instead, my dried-up sponge of a brain tried wholeheartedly to convinced me otherwise. If nothing else, it was a clear indication that I'd become far too adept at lying to myself.
Screeeee—!
My bedroom curtains were swept aside noisily, metal hoops sliding beneath a metal rod, flooding the area with needle-like sun-rays. In the same instant, my eyes shot open and I rolled defensively away from the racket; in the process tumbling off my mattress in a tangle of linen sheets. My retinas were still adjusting to the sudden assault of light, as my fingers scurried hectically amongst the floor boards in search of my only means of defense. An aluminum bat.
"Good afternoon, young mistress—I hope you slept well. Ordinarily, I would have woken you much sooner, however I thought it prudent to allow you rest after last nights trying events."
I froze. Even donned in pajamas with minimal bust support, bed hair looking like Medusa's less-fortunate sister and wielding sports equipment from back in my softball days, I still couldn't find it within myself to be embarrassed. Not when across on the opposite side of the bed, stood a complete and utter stranger.
"I took the liberty of preparing your breakfast. A choice of sourdough or blackberry pecan scones with whipped schmear; alongside a bowl of sliced pears and oats."
A complete and utter stranger who was currently sporting a full tux and serving scones like this situation was sane.
"As I wasn't certain of your preference between English tea or coffee, I settled on warm lemon water with a hint of honey. Also, I did notice that your pantry was looking a tad sparse."
Like this situation was normal.
"So I took the liberty of cleaning and restocking your shelves."
Staring at my second intruder of the month in disbelief, I attempted to connect the dots. Trouble was there were no dots to connect. No matter how hard I tried there was no way to rationalize his random appearance in my home. And there was especially no way to rationalize his downright blasé behavior.
Meanwhile, the man smiled serenely (the term: cool as a cucumber came to mind) and wordlessly offered a steaming cup with an outstretched hand. The initial shock eventually abated; therefore I took the next most logical step—and screamed.
AN: As always please leave a comment and let me know your thoughts! :)