Claude's Vendetta
Rated: M
Genre: Suspense/ Action / Humor
Black Butler- I do not own the Characters used in this story.
Written by: HellsingInsaneGirl666 Co-Writer: Sister
(I am basing this off of a dream I had)
Pronouncing:
Phealya = (Feel-ya)
(Please note the bold-ing at the bottom of the story is not my doing and I tried everything to make that go away.)
1800 vocab:
Bookshop = Book store
Literature = Book
~ Prologue ~
"This is an Order! Disappear from my sight!" Ciel yells at Sebastian. Sebastian, shocked... Took a step back. He reluctantly bows and leaves the room. Claude gives a small smirk as the door shuts behind Sebastian.
Sebastian leaves the estate, anger welling deep inside. The setting sun shines through the trees. Yet, it only seems to get darker. Sebastian was, Pissed. Claude had taken Ciel. His body, his soul. Took him away from Sebastian. No way in hell. Sebastian was going to let Claude get away with that...
- Chapter 1 -
A young girl was walking downtown. Just a normal girl, with a somewhat normal life. She had unnaturally blonde hair and deep green eyes. Her skin was the color of winter. She almost never went outdoors. Much less on a cold day such as this. Still, the street was noisy with horse drawn carriages and the murmuring of the people rushing by. She was wearing her traditional red corset. He dress was black. The dress nearly drug on the ground. She would almost look like a noble if it wasn't for her ragged shoes. The only thing she couldn't fib. She could often get away with unpaid dresses. But shoes, were tricky to get away with. You would think otherwise...
The girl had also managed to snag black elbow high gloves. Her hair was styled, in a high, tight, curled pony tail. She always pretended to be a noble. This girl craved life, adventure... Willing to even thieve to get it.
Her new goal was to acquire a new literature... She was walking to a local bookshop. Which was bustling more than usual. Full of people trying to also acquire the newest literature. Pushing passed the girl as if, she wasn't even there. She could have gotten away with it. But these people irritated her. She glanced across the street to see a smaller, quieter bookshop. She waited for an opening between the horse drawn carriages, then made her way across.
She opened the wooden door with a bell at the top. Ringing, letting the store know someone had entered. The woman walks up to the tall counter leaning on it slightly. The tall, white haired man smiles weakly.
"How may I help you madam?" He asks the blond girl. The young woman smiles.
"Would you happen to have the newest piece of literature sir?" She asks keeping up her noble act. She managed to hang around enough nobles, to pick up their way of speech. The man frowns.
"I'm sorry madam, I do not. The bookshop across the street has it. I'm sure. But may I interest you in some new mystery literature we just got in?" The man asks. The girl glances across the street then looking back at the man. She really did not want to fight the crowd that was getting larger.
"I suppose I can wait for the new piece for another day..." The woman lets a smirk escape. "I would love to see your new literature's." She says to the man, he smiles walking from behind the counter. Guiding her to some of the darkened shelves near the back of the store.
"Here we are madam. If you need any assistance just please let me know." He says before returning to the front of the store. The girl grins, looking at the highly stacked shelves. That was when she noticed movement in the corner of her eye. She glances to see a mysterious dark gentlemen in all black clothing. His face was buried behind a book; only black hair poked out. The young woman glanced at him, then back at the shelf. As she suddenly felt watched by the mysterious man. She glanced at him once more to see his legs were crossed such in such a fashion, where only one leg was on the other. She felt as if she could tell, he was smirking at her from behind the book.
Nerves certainly unsettled. She quickly grabbed a random book, neglecting to even read the title. She moves to a seat far from the gentleman but not out of sight. She sits, pretending to examine the book. When she was truly still, as what she thought was as clever. She was still watching the man. The woman could tell that the man... was still watching her.
The man suddenly rose from his seat, not bothering to lower down his book. He moved silently towards her. Stopping at the shelf the man replaces his first book. Then he picks up another. He opens his new book and takes a seat, right next to the woman. Resuming his original crossed legged position.
The young girl's nerves were suddenly flying. Her stomach was churning. Feeling the man's dark aura that surrounded him. The young woman's hands trembled. The woman rose from her seat and returned to the shelf. Grabbing yet, another random book. She pivots, taking a seat further from him. Whom of which had just moved closer to her. She was curious about this man. Well, curiosity killed the cat, as they say. She actually begins reading the new book she had just acquired. Still watching this man out of the corner of her eye. The man remains in his seat. Long enough for the woman to become comfortable once more.
Only when she is comfortable. Is when the man once again rises. This time disappearing behind a few other shelves. The woman sighs, believing the man was perhaps now leaving the store. She begins to relax her position, taking another breath of relief. She half wondered if she should have spoken to the man. Honestly most of her was still relieved he was gone.
That was when the gentleman returned with yet a different book. However this book was not high above his face this time. The man seats himself right beside the woman once more. The young woman quickly stiffens. Feeling his dark aura once more. She refuses to let her emotions play on her face. She traps a smile, causally flipping to the next page of her book. She finally got a good look at the mans face. He had deep, nearly brunette red eyes. He wore a sly smile on his slender face. He reformed his leg crossed position once more, opening his book. She decided that no matter where she moved, this man would follow. That was when a nerve struck down her spine. Would he follow her out of the store? The forced smile on her face had quivered at the dark thought.
The woman rose from her seat, hiding her fear. She replaces the book. She begins down the isle. Freezing at the sound of her name.
"Ella..." The man coos from behind the woman. Ella never told anyone her name. Not because she did not like it. Only because by telling people her name, is when she feels obligated to them. She did not even speak to this man. How could he know her name?
Ella turns around very slowly, seeing the man still sitting behind the book. Blinking, Ella jumps back, gasping in surprise. As now the man was not even merely a foot away from her. The man rests his arm on the bookshelf in front of her.
"Ella Phealya." Sebastian says, his voice was smooth and unbroken. Ella's throat tightens. All courage escaped her as she is smothered by his dark aura. "Who... Who are you?" Ella whimpers out, the man smirks. Giving a chuckle. "You can call me... Sebastian. Sebastian Michaelis and I need a favor from you. Ella." He replies darkly. Sebastian's anger from the day before could still be heard in his voice. "Wh- What? - Like what? - What favor?" Ella squeaks, her mind exploding with questions. Sebastian backs off of her still smiling. His aura calming around him as well.
"Lets talk Ella. In private. No need to fear me. If I wanted to kill you... you would have been dead the moment you got out of bed this morning." Sebastian says his attitude lightening. Ella turns away, rubbing her face. This stuff never happens. A real adventure? Ella took a deep breath facing away from him. She folds her arms and turns back to Sebastian.
Ella nods. "Yes... sure.. we can talk." Ella says dropping the noble act. Sebastian grins. Offering to take her arm. She hesitantly takes it. Sebastian guides her out of the store. Ella waves to the kind old man before leaving; to not raise suspensions.
-To be continued-