like fields growing high, we're just those dark animals

the sad things at night, we know no control


Man I have no recollection of writing this. I'm not even talking about this chapter, like , I have no idea of even thinking of writing a black bulter fic. But fuck it i'll roll with it.


"Dames, calm down!" My brother tried to get me to sit, but my legs refused so. We share a room together at the Phantomhive estate, some we are both new to. Neither of us ever had a room to ourselves, but that isn't what I was worrying about. Did he not understand? He said he sensed a demon, but yet he wasn't scared at all when we were offered to live with one.

"Don't tell me to calm down!" I retort, "Jackson, out of all the horrible decisions you could have made, you made the worst"

"It's better than staying out in the cold and ran," He said. His voice was like honey, but mine was like claws on a chalk board. "We can defend ourselves if need be. You're always one with aces up your sleeve, I don't see why you're freaking out. You always get out of everything."

"That's not the point." I say with a sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Jackson, are you scared of anything?"

"Besides you when you're mad? No." My face was heating up, tears prickling at my eyes. This was too much. I fall onto the bed, resting my head in my hands. "Look, trust me on this. We're going to be fine. Best be close to the enemy, right?"

I didn't respond. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and relaxed my shoulders. "Go to bed, Jackson."

"You're going to stay up the whole night, aren't you?"

"Of course." I say. "I need hide away some aces like you said. That implies that I will be researching all night."

I feel his hands around my waist while he sat next to me, his nose rests on the crock of my neck. I feel him inhale my scent. He's always so relaxed. Sometimes I envy it. I feel as if our personalities got switched up in the womb. "If you want, you can release your ears. You always calm down when I scratch them."

He always cared for me way more than I did for him. I look at him through the corner of my eyes. I did as he asked. A sense of weight was already taken off my shoulders. I felt his fingers scratch the base of my ears, after years of this, learning his patterns, I'm able to maintain my composure. He always goes in lines, starting from the top to the bottom. "I remember when we were young, you could never handle anyone touch your ears."

"That's what growing up does. You should try it." I say. I take out my phone. As it isn't an average human phone, I can still access the hidden library. Anything I wanted to know about the supernatural, I could find with the click of a button. It was made by familiars thousands of years ago. Only recently it was made into a digital form, however.

"Nah. I think I'm a lot cuter this way." He says. I snort. I can feel like he already fading, his motions are becoming slower and slower. "Like a lil baby alligator."

"Mhm," I mumble while read. Within a minute, I could feel his breath slow and his finger come to a stop completely.I gently move him onto the bed. His head rests on the pristine white pillow while I move the covers over him. As I look at his sleeping body, I subconsciously touch my ears. It feels like a ghost is touching them instead. I frown and roll my eyes before turning around, leaving the tiny room to himself. I lean on the closed door while I was now out in the hallway. I close my eyes and breath, before I opened my eyes once again, my ears where gone.

I cup of tea would do me well for the night. It'll be a long one, that's for sure. It's already three a.m. however, I doubt I'll have much time to read as I hoped.

I roam the halls of the mansion. I get an eerie feeling from it, as much as I hate that word. As I walk on certain planks of wood, I knew something was off. I was being followed. Is it the demon? Probably. I bite my lip.I hate to say it, but I'm honestly terrified of the man. His demeanor alone made me feel as if I he knew my entire past, my history, or just...me. I knew he couldn't, but men in general frightened me.

I don't know why. I quicken my pace to the kitchen. I hope my instincts are guiding me, because I have no idea how to get around this giant hell hole. I stop for a minute and place my head in my hands. Even when I thought I relaxed earlier with my brother, my entire body ached with stress.

"Lost, are we?" I nearly jump in my skin, I turn around in a split second only to be faced with crimson eyes and a resting smile on a pale mans face.

"I-Uh-I was looking for the kitchen, that's all." I stutter out.

"Ah, would you like me to lead you there?"

"Please." I managed. If I said no, I would look like an idiot wandering around the estate aimlessly. Also, please was the first would I could think of. He begins to walk as I follow suit. Silence falls on the hallways. I gulp and focus on breathing.

"Forgive me if I asked earlier, but what is your full name?"

"You didn't ask earlier." I say, but then cough, "Damien Aloe Stromquist"

"Swedish?" His voice sounded like velvet, it made me want to vomit.

"Yes." I say, holding no intent of continuing the conversation, but due to my anxiety my mouth spoke before my mind could keep up. "Now that I think about it, you never properly introduced yourself."

A small chuckle arose from his lips. It was evident how nervous and uncomfortable I was, and I was like a toy in his hands and he knew it "Sebastian Michaelis." He says.

"Michaelis...Is that German?"

"You are correct." I felt a small amount of pride in knowing that. Most of my pride comes from magical knowledge, but random tidbits like that always come in handy. "May I ask of why you're going to the kitchen so late?"

"Just to get a cup of tea. I plan on reading most of the night, I tend to be a night owl."

"Be prepared to be up at six a.m. tomorrow to work, night owl or not." He says. I hold back rolling my eyes.

"Hm." Was the only response I could muster. "Can I ask what I'll be doing? I never had a job before, side from school and studying."

"Changing sheets, preparing the dining table, dusting, cleaning the windows, ect." He says, "As long as you don't burn or ruin anything, you won't be any trouble."

"...Is that common here?" I question

"Disappointingly." He says through a sigh. The corner of my mouth couldn't help but twitch as his clear misfortune. He must have a hard time with the rest of the staff here. I'm actually glad for once of how lazy my brother is with house work, he and Sebastian will get along great. Sarcasm.

Before I knew it, Sebastian was holding open the kitchen door. I raise my eyebrows for a moment before thanking him. "It was no trouble, Damion." He says. "I was on my way to the kitchen as well."

I raise my eyebrows. Was he? I feel like that's just a obvious lie. Regardless, I play it dumb. "Really? I'd think you'd be more than tired after managing the estate."

The corners of his lips turn upward slightly as he takes two tea cups out of the cupboard and turn the kettle on. "Before I get to work in the morning, a cup of tea is a good way to start the day."

"You wake up at this time everyday?" I ask in fake shock. Demons don't sleep, that's the most obvious fact out there. They can sleep, but they won't grow tired. So there isn't much need.

"It's isn't as difficult as you may think it is." He says. The Kettle screams, he quickly picked it up from the stove and poured water into both cups, then putting a tea bag in both. "It's simply a part of serving young master." He hands me a cup. I hold it with both hands as the steam begins to fog my glasses. I sigh and put them in my pocket.

"If that's what you say." I mutter to myself before taking the first sip of my tea. No sugar or creamer needed. "I think I'll be on my way now." I say. I turn to head back to my room.

"Damion," He says. I turn around while I stand in the doorway.

"Yes?" For some reason, I thought he was going to say something important.

"Please make sure you're brother wakes up on time."

"Yes, of course."

I wish I knew what he was thinking. I want to be able to see the gears in his head move as he tries to figure out what me and my brother are. There will come a time when It will be a apparent and it will be on my own terms, but until then, me and my twin will live like humans. How boring could it be?


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