This was requested from omgsogood. This is her oc interacting with mine and my friend's ocs. Please enjoy the story of Enke~

I wandered up to the large, silver manner. The garden was orderly with bright green grass, lively fresh trees, and blooming white roses just at their peek.

It was a beautiful spring day, not so hot that the sun beat on my soar back and bare face, but still enough heat to have no need for a jacket, though I wore a black jacket over my cloths of varying blue shades. Over my shoulder, peeking out on the world under my long black hair was Klass. He'd been my best friend since before I could even remember, and because I never even met my father and my mother died not long ago, I had no one else; he is my whole family. He was a lean, dark brown spider about two inches from his front toes to his back toes.

I gazed at him with my green eyes that had a slight golden shine to them past my round, navy glasses. "What do you think?" I asked. "Mom used to always say that this demon was a master at cunning, though he's one deserving of a demon's trust." Klass only gave me his glossy black, eight eyed stare he always gave me. I simply took in a deep breath and let it all out in a rush. "You're right. If mom says he can be trusted, then who am I to defy her?"

It took several deep breaths and unnerving glances back to the large, black gates that led to the dirt road I came from, but I eventually got to the door and knocked shakily.

The knock echoed hollowly throughout the large estate before I heard any movement on the inside. The door opened a million years later, emphasizing every little creak and squeal in the hinges.

My gaze was on the ground at first, but as polished black shoes entered my line of sight, I began to look up. My eyes trailed up the long legs clothed in black, the torso buttoned tightly in a black tail coat, slender hands gloved in white, lean arms coated in black, and finally the face of the tall man who answered my knock. His face, like his entire body build, was lean and long. His lips were giving off a polite, but mischievous smile. His hair went down to his neck and black as crow feathers. His eyes stood out though; the only thing I could think of to describe eyes like that, was two pools of fresh blood.

I was intimidated by him to say the least. Averting my eyes back down, using my black hair to cover them, I stuttered, "Is Sebastian Michaelis here?"

The man huffed out a chuckle before slightly leaning down and raising my face, but I still pointed my eyes downward. "I am Sebastian." When I looked up at him again, a spark of curiosity crossed his face and he seemed to freeze.

"Dad!" a voice called behind him. "Who was at the door? Was it Angel?"

Hearing this, Sebastian rolled his eyes and stood straight, turning his head to face the inside. "No Justine!" he called. "It's not your friend." He then turned back to me, giving me a long, critical look. "...May I ask your name and business here?"

The moment he directed his question at me, I snapped, startling Klass on my shoulder and causing him to rush further up my neck. When I realized that Sebastian was waiting for an answer, I gave him a little bow. "I'm Enke Feastus."

Upon hearing my maiden name, he slouched and dulled his eyes, the life noticeably draining from them. "...Not another one..." he groaned as I raised a brow, sending my spider a glance.

When I glanced back at the demon, who apparently has a problem with the Feastus family line, I gave him an obviously confused look, hurriedly stopping him from shutting the door. "...I think you have me mixed for someone else." I stated as Sebastian looked at me with a blank gaze in his red eyes. "The only family I've ever known was my mom!" A little pinch on my neck caused me to jump as I rubbed the bite. "...and Klass." I added. "I suppose Feastus might be a common name for demons. I don't have any family that I know of who could've wronged you. My mother said she was your friend at one point! Maybe you recognize her first name, Cordelia?"

Now, he suddenly became interested, the light burning bright as flame in his eyes. "...Cordelia?" he asked. "...She was my friend a long time ago. I didn't even know she had a child."

"She said she named you my God Father."

All this was obviously news to him. His expression was nothing but pure shock. His eyes were dilated, his mouth was shut, the corners of his lips were narrow, the rest of his form was a frozen statue.

With no better idea, I continued. "Mom said that if anything should happen to her, I was to find you and ask for room and board, beg for it if I had to."

After a few more minutes, he nodded and stepped aside with an unreadable smile. "There will be no begging." he stated. "For Cordelia, I will fly over backwards." I smiled and entered the manner. I didn't know it then, but he had a lot on his mind at that moment. My well being wasn't one of them.