Chapter 1: Getting Started
Xxxxx 11 Years Later xxxxxx
I pulled myself to a stop to catch my breath as I analyzed my opponent. Alright, he has a flawless defense and offense. So far he has not displayed any signs of weakness to use to my advantage. What can I do to beat him, I thought. Well, I'm smaller than and as fast as him so I could try to feign some punches and end with a kick if it works. I took in a deep to ready myself for my attack before I launched myself into action faking a hit to the left only to try to punch from the right. He easily blocked my attacks so I increased my speed with kicks and punches only for him to block every single one of them. C'mon, I thought just a little bit farther. You almost have him. A familiar rush of warm energy enveloped my body, which gave me the needed strength and speed to punch him in the stomach, roundhouse kick him to the ground, and pin him to the ground with a kunai to his throat.
"I win again Sebastian," I grinned down at him. A smirk appeared on his lips when he sat up after I pulled the kunai away from his throat, which had me setting in his lap with our faces only inches apart.
"Yes, it appears you have Young Mistress," he replied in his alluring, silky voice, his warm breath washing over my cheeks. I found myself blushing a pretty pink that deepened into a cherry red when I noticed that Sebastian had placed his gloved covered hands on my bare lower thigh because my skirt rode up.
"Thank you for the early morning practice," I told him hastily as I jumped to my feet. "It makes me feel better to know that I haven't lost my touch." He said nothing as he followed my lead to stand to his full 6'1" while brushing off dust from his pants and tailcoat.
"What flavor would you like for your cake?" he questioned with his usual stoic expression. Does he ever truly smile, I found myself asking. I mean I know that servants are not supposed to show their emotions but this is ridiculous.
"Do you ever smile?" I voiced.
"Beg pardon," he uttered in confusion.
"Do you ever smile?"
"Of course I do," he answered, quickly placing a fake smile on his lips.
"I mean a real smile like the ones you give cats." There was no answer. "I want a strawberry cake with chocolate frosting and vanilla ice cream." Those were the last words I spoke to him before I turned on my heel to walk back inside the manor to prepare for my lessons.
Sebastian
I watched in inward agony as my mate walked away from me with hurt clear in the way she walked as well as the scent that radiated off of her. If it wasn't for the order my master had given me, and the fact that my mate did not yet know of the overriding power her words have over my master's, I would have strode over to her to pull her into my arms while whispering words of endearment and apology into her ears. Damn, I thought after I realized what I wanted to do. Demons aren't supposed to have these feelings. Emotions like this make you weak and weakness can be your downfall. However, the calmness this little woman gave me and the strong urge to protect her and please her gives me strength. I felt myself sigh as I recalled the day I had met my little mate.
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I stood beside my new master when I felt a sickeningly sweet and pure presence. Finally, I thought as my eyes flashed a demonic red, I can finally go all out in a battle and maybe kill an angel in the process. All the muscles in my body coiled up in anticipation just as a mass of white light launched themselves at my master. No, I protested in my head as my eyes widened in panic.
"Ciel!" exclaimed the mass. What?
"Ariel?" questioned my master. Ariel. This little angel is my master's little sister? Damn it all! It looks like I won't be able to kill the angel. However, it looks like I will have to deal with her existence until I finally take my master's soul. "Sebastian."
"Yes, Master?"
"Hold Ariel for me," he ordered. I inwardly seethed at the request, but I none-the–less took the offending being. A slight disgusted curl of my lip was present until I looked into the eyes of the angel. Pools of sapphire looked up at me that captured my whole world. My face instantly melted into a softer expression at once. What?! Why am I acting like this?!
"Are you the one who brought my brother back to me?" asked the being with a voice that sounded of wind chimes.
"Yes," my voice sounded before I could even think of an answer. What is this little angel doing to me? My thoughts were then cut off by the angel wrapping her small and fragile arms weakly around my waist. A small rumble began in my chest at her contact before I could stop myself.
"Thank you," she breathed as she went limp in my arms. A moment of complete and total panic took root in my very being at the image she presented with her small head with a sunken and pale face with straw like hair lolling to the side, her little right arm dangled lifelessly while her other arm was prevented by my body, and the slight weight of her entire body. However, my panic came crashing down to a calmer state when I picked up her faint heartbeat and shallow breath. I am never letting this angel becoming this weak again, I vowed to myself. I would rather cease my existence than to see her die like this.
Later in the evening found me readying my master for bed with my mind still focused on the little angel that lay in a bed not that far away fighting a fever from the food I had tried to give her to get her energy back.
"Why have you taken such interest in my little sister?" he demanded when I pulled the blanket over him.
"The Young Mistress has come down with a fever and looks to be on the verge of dying Young Master. Is it not common courtesy to try to save the important sister of my master?" I commented slyly.
"That would explain your actions, but not your facial expressions. You were looking at her like you would look at a cat."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Do not dance around the subject," he ordered. "Tell me why and that's an order."
"She is my mate." There was silence as my master's face turned red with anger.
"What do you mean my little sister is your mate?!"
"Exactly what I said Young Master. The mate of a demon once found is the core of the very existence of a demon. Because of the fact that a demon can meet their mate at any time they will be whatever their mate needs them to be. Whether it be a protector, a brother, a friend, or a lover."
"Does the mate feel the connection?"
"I am not sure Young Master. An angel has never been the mate of a demon in our history."
"I have one other order."
"Yes, Young Master?"
"You are not to touch my sister unless necessary, you are not to talk to her unless it is professional, and you are not to let her know of your affections for her. My sister is still pure and I will not have her soiled by demons such as yourself."
"But you seem to have no qualms about making a contract with a demon Young Master."
"I was already corrupted by darkness by the time you appeared to me. It makes no difference whether I made a contract with you or not."
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Ariel
"So," Mei- Rin began as she helped me into the bathtub. "Have you decided on a suitor yet Young Mistress?"
"No, not yet Mei," I sighed. "The man who I want to court me cannot?"
"Who is he Young Mistress?"
"Sebastian." The friendly red headed maid gasped at my confession while she helped rinse the suds from my body so that I could leave the bath and get dried off. "What are you going to do?"
"I have to choose a proper English gentleman, however, I do not know any proper gentleman besides my brother. I am not so sure about Edward." We then moved on to dress me in my long white dress and brush my floor length platinum blonde hair from my 5'7" frame.
"What about the Undertaker?" Mei asked.
"But he is a wealthy man," I protested. "Surely he can have any woman he wants."
"But you would consider marrying him?" Mei questioned.
"Yes, I suppose I would," I replied as my hair was put into a twin bun pigtail hairstyle with white roses at the base of each bun. "Oh, and before I forget I have a present for you. Look inside the drawer with the rose water." I quickly slipped on my white slippers when I heard Mey squeal with joy when she saw her present
"Thank you so much Young Mistress! I swear I will never take them off, yes I do!" She was quick to trade her old glasses for the new pair. "I can see so clearly now."
"Well, remember not to run in the mansion paired with those glasses, your work should improve," I remarked while she spritzed some rose water on me. Mei gave one more look over before she deemed me ready for my day of lessons.
"Now hurry along Young Mistress."