Herro! Here is chapter two! Oh and thanks again to my amazing, awesome and wonderful friend SJ, who wrote most of Grell's lines for me. And my friend Saine ( also had a great suggestion for dialogue and for being my amazing editor. And to my other great and wonderful friend FireBrandComatose* because she helped me to make a decision because I'm really horrible at making them and for supporting me in this!
And thanks to my very first reviewer on this story- Mizuki Shin. I hope I've answered all of your questions so that you can understand. And for you who are wondering Marcus is Sebastian; just under a different master. And Mizuki Shin thanks for reviewing and talking to me over PM. Trust me your support means a lot to me.
Disclaimer: Close but no cigar. The only thing I do is watch Black Butler and write this fanfiction about it. And I do not have the singing or the writing ability to write any sort of song, thank you very much. (I write stories and poems thank you very much)
Chapter Two: A Little Bit Stronger {Sara Evans}
She fully broke out of her trance and asked, "Where am I?"
"Well, judging by the position of the stars in the sky; a hotel room."
"No duh. Imbecile! What room in what hotel? And who is paying for it?"
"Well, we're in the room that is currently being paid by Willy here. Of course, he's my boss, so my pay will probably suffer. And I didn't even get to cut you open. . ."
"Well wherever he is, I sincerely thank him and well it would be extremely difficult to kill me, unless you're a fellow demon with a demon weapon, and because you're a Grim Reaper with a scythe, that is highly unlikely."
"At least I wasn't busted up by my lover; though he does seem dreamy. . . ."
"Well, technically it's former lover and it comes with the territory. Even though it hurts that I was such an easy 'kill' for him. If I meet him again, I'll make sure that he pays for that."
". . . Damn, and here I thought you were boring; you're a feisty bitch aren't you?"
"Well, I'm a demoness aren't I? It is rather expected of me."
"Hm, so you are. You know, are you sure that you're a demon? I thought the only type of demon was male; very, very sexy males. . ."
"Trust me, I am. Us demonesses are just more rare than the male demons, it seems that more men want the power or whatever with having a demon at their beck and call even though the price in rather high."
"Well, you know what they say; us girls have to stick together."
His boss, shrouded by shadows sighed, "When are you going to accept that you're a male. It's getting annoying and is there someone you need to call?"
"I refuse to listen to your absurd claims."
"Yeah, I should. Does anyone have a cellular phone that I could borrow?"
"Here," Grell shoved his phone at her, it was bright red and was covered in pictures of male hunks, stickers red lipstick and perfume bottles.
She rose her right eyebrow, "Nice phone." She then quickly dialed a number but then had to pull away from her ear, "ANA! YOU FUCKING WORRIED US! WHERE ARE YOU? ARE YOU OKAY?"
She sighed, "Obviously if I'm talking to you and come find me you bloodhound. It shouldnt be that hard, considering I'm with two Reapers."
"TWO REAPERS? I'M LEAVING RIGHT NOW, AND YOU'RE IN BIG TROUBLE MISSY!"
"Stop overreacting Eric, and I'm older than you are."
"ONLY BY THREE MINUTES!"
She pushed end call and sighed, "He's always so overprotective, and here you go Grell. Looks like I'll be out of your hair in less than a hour."
"So he's your brother? What is he like? Is he a sexy beast? Are his eyes sexy and expressive and makes me melt? Is his hair long and wavy and makes me just want to tug and tear?"
"Grell, stop hitting on someone you haven't even met or most likely will. And why don't we wait downstairs for him to pick you up?"
She shrugged, "Might as well."
They walked out of the hotel in silence but it didn't last for long outside.
"You know for an actress I could see through your lies pretty well." He commented, conversationally.
"Technically they're not lies, I will make him pay. They're just avoidance of the truth. It hurts but I'll get stronger every day without him. Thank you for saving me from having to explain this delicate subject to the police."
"No problem. . .?"
"Anastasia Marie Capio*."
"Capio eh? Very fitting, considering your affect on lesser beings."
"So you've seen some of my shows . . .?"
"William and it would be pretty hard not to."
"True but all of that will behind me now," she shrugged, "Oh well I was getting bored of it anyway."
A bright red mustang convertible roared up to the hotel and the driver, wrenched open the driver-side door, ran to his sister and hugged her, nearly tight enough to re-break her sore ribs. "Thank the Potentia* that you're okay! Are you ready to go?"
"Yes I am brother, goodbye Will. I hope to see you again in but in a better circumstances next time."
She and her brother walked to car and got in.
"Well?"
"Well, what Eric?"
"So I take it that Marcus did it?"
"You presume right."
His eyes were full of concern, "Are you okay?"
She shrugged, "Of course I am brother, it was a mistake for getting romantically involved with him."
"Good. So that Reaper isn't too horrible, ya know for a Reaper."
"True brother, very true." But her thoughts were not on the intriguing Reaper and his subordinate but on her ex-lover that cluelessly brought her demonic wrath upon himself. After all, there is no wrath like a woman scorned and demons have very long and perfect memories.
Years passed and she adapted to her new role. Some say, that she was even better as an personal assistant than she was an actress. But yet she never forgot how she lost the last human thing about her: her heart. No longer did she date; not even casually. She still stayed in touch with William and eventually their friendship progressed to the point where she called him Will and he called her Ana. No matter how strong she became her heart was never the same but she learned that she was okay with it. It demonstrated how far she came from the February night.
Second chapter in the bag! For those who are curious Capio is latin for enthrall, charm etc. And Potentia is also latin for power basically. And yeah there wasn't much I could do to tie A Little Bit Stronger *hides in corner* But I tried my best but still please don't hurt me but if you know the song, I hope you can get what I was trying to show.
So . . . I have really nothing to say but review! I love reviews, and if you review I'll shout out to you! So yes I am attempting to use bribery for reviews. (Hey, I'm totally shameless and totally proud of it).
