By popular demand, I'm making it into a chapter-story! I hope you like it :)
"I thought you didn't care much for Sebastian Michaelis." Novella said. She was perched on Undertaker's lap with his arm around her waist. Her hair was down out of its pigtails and the long red hair flowed down, mixing with Undertaker's white hair.
"I don't." Gabrielle crossed her legs. She was sitting on a coffin opposite the happy, if not strange, couple in the Undertaker's funeral parlor. Business was a little slow today and that left the perfect opportunity to talk to her reaper associates. She was vaguely aware that she was also supposed to be fetching chocolate for her mistress, but that could wait a few moments.
"Well from that story, it sounds as if you were a bit interested, m'dear." Undertake quipped, toying with a loose strand of Novella's hair.
Gabrielle scoffed. "As if. I'd never be the least bit interested in that demon."
"Aren't you a demon?" Novella adjusted her glasses.
"Yes, but," Gabrielle stood up and adjusted her dress, "Oh, it doesn't matter. I'm not interested in Michaelis and that's final. I'll take my leave now." She picked up her shawl from the coffin and left, leaving the Undertaker and Novella giggling softly in the parlor.
"I should've known better than to talk to those two." Gabrielle thought as she walked down the street to the sweets shop. She caught a glimpse of Grell Sutcliff wielding his chainsaw on a young woman who had been hit by a carriage. He was being overly dramatic as usual. Gabrielle sighed.
She took her items and set off into town again. She'd opted not to take a carriage, preferring the calm of walking. A familiar scent wafted by, that of burnt cinnamon and cloves. Sebastian Michaelis. Sure enough, there was the demon picking up some things from a nearby store. They locked eyes for a brief second. She felt a small tug, the same feeling she felt when she'd been dancing with him the other night.
"Oh, Gabrielle. You were supposed to charm him, not fall for him." She thought to herself. "But I'll play your game. However, I will be in control here."
"What is it about that woman?" Sebastian thought, carefully cleaning and peeling vegetables for the night's dinner. Her face consumed his every thought and he could not figure out why. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen female demons before; he saw Hannah and some others fairly often. But something about this female demon had caught his attention.
When he'd seen her earlier that afternoon, they'd locked gazes. She turned away from to his dismay. Even if he could not physically see her eyes, he knew they were focused on him. And he'd felt a small tug in his chest. It was the same tug he'd felt the other night in the kitchen. He found that thinking of her now brought about the tug again.
He put a hand on his chest. "What the devil is this feeling?"
Abandoning dinner, Sebastian went up to his quarters. Across from his bed was a bookcase filled with both human books and demonic volumes. Carefully he picked up one of the demonic books, one on physiology (he had been quite the scholar as a young demon) and flipped a few pages.
It begins as a tug, a tug that you feel every time you see that demon. This is your bond starting to form. The feeling will intensify until the bond is consummated.
"Of course." Sebastian closed the book with a sigh. He checked the calendar sitting on his nightstand. "It's mating season…and she's my mate."
Oooh mating season ;)
