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Chapter One: An Un-Fitting Job
"But why can't I?" Came the pleads from Oblivia Jones.
"Because your stories scare the young master." Sebastian replied throwing out an exaggerated sigh. "Anyways he's requested that you read up on classical literature."
"Classical? Classical? I don't do classical." Oblivia drug out the word classical as if the word itself tasted bad in her mouth. "I'm more about the stories you'd hear around a campfire, when it's nice and dark and complete silence fills the air."
"Ghost stories I presume?" Sebastian cocked an eyebrow up.
"Correct! And unless you want me to read classical stuff." Oblivia didn't hesitate to stomp out the emphasis in her words. "Then give me one of your books."
"I'm afraid I can't do that." The corners of Sebastian's mouth stretched out to form a menacing smile.
"Why's that?"
"Because I know very well what you'll do with one of my books." He held up a book of Edgar Allen Poe and waved it in front of Oblivia's face.
"Be nice Sebastian and let me have the damn book!" Oblivia snatched at it but came back with only empty hands.
"Ah, Ah, Ah!" Sebastian scolded. "Masters orders."
Oblivia had, had enough of hearing those words come out of his mouth, and with a hot temper rising each and every day she decided that it was time. "Shut up!" Oblivia hissed.
"Excuse me?" Sebastian scoffed.
"I'm sick and tired! Of hearing those damned forsaken words come out of your mouth! Master this! Master that! Well you know what Mr. Michaelis! The master does not run my life!" She jabbed a finger into his chest. "I'm done! Finished! Finito!" Throwing her maids bonnet to the ground she turned to Sebastian one last time and said in a low raspy voice. "A Grim Reaper shouldn't be serving beside a Demon!"
Without another word she proceeded to storm down the hall and didn't dare to look back, she had always hated Sebastian.
She had taken a rather keen likeness to Grell. She enjoyed watching him bug the hell out of Sebastian, a sudden sense of sadness swept across her. Grell had been terribly injured during one of his fights with Sebastian and had his death scythe rip through his stomach.
If it wasn't for William he would have been dead. Grell was still being hospitalized, it had been two weeks since his little run in with Sebastian.
As she neared the exit, a shrill voice called out to her. "Oblivia!" It was Mey-Rin, followed by Bard and Finni, she always hated that boy falling in love with every girl he saw.
"Oh Ms. Jones." Finni's wailing voice exploded. "Please! D-don't leave us!" Great! Sebastian must have told them she was leaving.
"Oi! Why ya leavin us?" Bard queried, a sad frown forming on his face.
"I'd rather not speak of it." She threw Finni a disgusted look while saying this. "Finni my dear?"
"Y-yes?"
"Could you please let go of my leg, you're cutting off the circulation." Her smile was bitter and her gaze stung like a bee. Finni let go. "You know." She tapped her chin with her slender finger. "I've always loathed you, you and that damned voice of yours."
A hushed silence pervaded. "Ms. Jones, that wasn't very nice, no it wasn't." Mey-Rin broke in, breaking the silence. "I think you owe Finni an apology, yes you do!"
"Silence!" Obliva roared. "A reaper doesn't take orders from peasants!" Her gaze fell upon Mey-Rin. A deathly hush pervaded once again but there was tension, a lot of tension.
"I'm no peasant, no I'm not!" Mey objected, stepping forwards in defiance. "I'm no different than you, Ms. Reaper!" Oblivia blinked and threw her head back in disgust, insolent pest!
"How dare you!" Oblivia snarled, her hand came down on Mey-Rin, sending her flying across the room. "Insult me will you?" Oblivia didn't give her the chance to pick herself back up. "I'll teach you!" Oblivia struck Mey-Rin across the face, sending her glasses flying off. "Any final words peasant?"
Mey weakly opened her mouth and whispered in a hoarse voice. "Sebastian." Oblivia grimaced.
"You really think calling out for help will work?" Oblivia sneered as she rolled her eyes in disgust. Pausing to look around the room she saw no butler. "Humans, tch! Pathetic beings! A1ways calling out for help! Expecting someone to heed their feeble calls. You simply disgust me!"
"That's funny." Came a familiar voice. "Because reapers disgust me." Oblivia flung around, but was sent to the ground as a streak of black flew by her. Hit, by hit she grew weaker, feeble, flimsy, she was being tossed around like a rag doll. The strikes ceased and she fell limply to the carpeted floor. Sebastian stood over her casting a long and sinister shadow.
"Ms. Jones." A new voice chimed in, a voice Oblivia had listened to every day, a voice she had grew to hate. "You have confiscated my rules and you've caused bodily harm to one of my servants." Ciel stopped in front of her, an angry glower plastered over his face. Oblivia turned to see Mey-Rin back on her feet, leaning up against Sebastian, she merely chortled at her tedious work she had done. Mey-Rin could hardly stand up. "Stop laughing reaper!" Ciel curled his lips up in disgust. "Get out of my sight! Get out of my house! Get out of town!" Ciel bellowed.
Staggering back up on her feet she bore her hellish gaze into Ciel's eyes and whispered in a raspy voice. "Oh you haven't seen the last of me young Phantomhive." Throwing her head back she burst into maniacal laughter before lowering her head. "Sweet dreams."
End of chapter one so what do you guys think so far( pls tell me if we should continue), No I did not write this my friend did. critics are appreciated. Ja Ne!