Hello from the Phantomhives!
...What the hell am I doing with my life?
Like, seriously?
Anyway, before you read on, I'd like to point out that I'll have to stop updating for a bit when school starts. That's why I'm updating so much. I mean, four chapters in two days; I want a trophy for that.
Like, now.
I'll most likely stop for now, leave you guys with four chapters for maybe two days, even I need a break, then I'll come back to the game.
But, till then, enjoyed yet another chapter of "From Ash to Dust"!
ONWARDS!
It was yet another rather cold day in London, small snowflakes falling from the sky, while the streets stayed deserted. It was nearing the Christmas, and yet, no one wanted to brave the cold weather.
None besides Erin, of course.
She walked down the street, heading to her new job; being a maid at the Phantomhive estate. Anyone would have thought that she was mad, walking in the bitter cold in nothing but her white shirt and her rolled up baggy black pants.
Anyone would have given her another look, after seeing her perfectly fine jacket wrapped around her waist. Despite the cold winds, she wore a smirk on her face, before arriving to the gates of the Phantomhive manor.
She sighed, before pushing the gates open, walking right in. She couldn't help but wonder what this job held in store. You'd have to think, to ask someone like her for a simple job like this; it had to be code for something.
She stopped at the doorway, hands held up, when a rather strong wind pushed her back, "Hey, I'm here!" She yelled against the wind, knocking hard on the door, "Oye, open up already! I've got a life too, ya know!"
Silence.
Erin growled, leaning on the door, as she tried to listen for something, "Hey, if ya want, I can come back later…Ya know, in maybe three years-ah!"
She was cut short when the door finally opened, allowing her to fall at the feet of a certain butler, who gave her his shit eating smirk, "Good day, miss Erin. You're a bit late."
Erin growled, glaring up at the butler, "I'd be here on time if you had opened the damn door."
"My apologizes," Sebastian said, moving to the side, "I didn't hear you."
Erin smirked darkly, "And I am God."
Sebastian laughed behind her, "I doubt it, miss Erin." He said, closing the door, "Now, allow me to show you to the dressing room; I'll then properly introduce you to the rest of the help, who will give you the tour. Then, you'll be given your chorus, followed by your cash."
"Then I can leave, right?"
Sebastian smiled, leading her down the hallway, before opening a door for her, "After work hours, you'll be free to do what you please. Just remember, you're expected on all weekdays from eight to three, and every other day that you are called."
"Yep, thanks." Erin murmured, walking in, leaving him to close the door, "Wait, I've got to wear this!?"
Sebastian smirked to himself, the outfit that has been displayed is your required uniform for the time you work here. Is it a problem?"
To his surprise, the door was ripped open to reveal such a cute sight. He watched as a rather angry Wisteria-haired girl walk out, periwinkle eyes narrowed in frustration, "This. THIS is the problem!"
She was wearing a maid's outfit similar to Mey-Rin's, but, it seemed to be much tighter then a normal outfit, the blue parts substituted for a black.
"There are no rips in the uniform," Sebastian said, smirking, "In fact, after inspecting it, it is of the highest quality."
"Then you must be a pervert of the highest quality." Erin growled, tugging at the belt, before easing her gun in.
Sebastian wore his shit eating smirk, "Follow me now," He said, "I'll be taking you to your quarters, where you'll be able to spend breaks and over nighters if we call for it."
Erin growled, fuming behind the butler, as she followed her. She knew that he could feel the holes she was burning into the back of his skull, before he stopped, "Here we are."
He opened it up, that shit eating grin on his face. Erin walked in, eyes growing wide. This looked like a pretty rich room, with a fireplace, a huge bed, a nice desk and matching wooden chair, along with a personal bathroom, "Nice place."
"But of course," Sebastian said, "Even if you're now hired help; the young master still has you under the 'guest' label; and thus, you get a few perks that the others won't."
"Nice." Erin murmured, looking over the green painted walls and the matching carpet, "The gang lord gets it all."
Sebastian nodded, "I'll go and fetch the other three, please stay here while I do so."
She nodded, watching as he closed the door, before falling over onto her face, landing onto the nice soft bed. The place reminded her of home; but, due to the fact that it was only her, she felt a strange feeling that she hadn't felt in a long time.
Loneliness.
She groaned, to be honest, this was nice yet boring. No annoyed Zig, going over the rates and the money that the gang had made. No one downstairs shouting, sharing stories and cursing happily.
Erin jumped up, gun in her and, as she aimed for the door just as it opened. The blond chef guy popped his head in, cigar falling out of his mouth, before he shouted, "My God, girl! But it away!"
Erin nodded, "Sorry, I heard footsteps and freaked. It's a sort of reaction." She rubbed the back of her head, grinning, "So, who are ya?"
The chef nodded, waving the other two inside, "I'm Balroy; I'm the chef."
"I noticed." Erin murmured, taking in his appearance, "Sorry about earlier; I promise not to shoot you if you don't shoot me."
Balroy nodded, "Alrighty then!"
"If you forgot me, I'm Finny!" Finny said, "I'm the gardener!"
Erin smiled, "I remember you."
"I'm Mey-Rin, yes I am!" Mey-Rin said, her glasses taking up about half of her face.
"You mind if I just call you Mey or Rin?" Erin asked.
"Oh, I don't mind any nicknames miss." Mey-Rin said.
"I'll remember that." Erin said, before getting up, "So, you guys are going to be showing me around?"
"Right, we are!" Balroy said, before walking out, "Come on then, let's go!"
Erin followed behind, making a map in her head, while the three pointed out many different places that were important, before ending in the main room, "And that's it!"
Erin nodded, before asking, "So, what's are jobs?"
Mey-Rin looked up thoughtfully, "Well, since we're both maids; we just clean and do what Sebastian tells us to do."
"Well then, that sounds like fun." Erin murmured, giving the other two a look, "So, you guys never really do what ya want to do, do you?"
The three looked at each other, before sighing, "Well, we don't have much free time." Finny murmured.
"We have a lot of work to get done, yes we do!" Mey-Rin muttered.
Balroy nodded, "We'd have so much more free time if it wasn't for Sebastian! Damn guy is always-."
"Always what?"
A shiver went up there backs, as they finally noticed the dark figure behind them, the dark glowing eyes narrowed with irritation, "Well? I'm waiting. Or no, I take it back; I want you all to get your work done. No more fooling around." Sebastian glared at them, "Why are you all still standing there? GO."
The three scrambled over each other as they tried to get away. Erin grinned, catching Sebastian's attention, "What's so funny?"
"I find those three humorous." Erin murmured, before flashing Sebastian a smirk, "So, what's my job?" She asked.
"Well, since you've had a lot of experience," Sebastian said, leading Erin down a hallway, "I have a task of upmost importance waiting for you."
"My body is ready." Erin insisted, the two of them stopping in front of a door, "What do you need my skill for?"
Sebastian smiled, before whipping a cart out from behind him, knocking on the door, "I need you to give the young master his breakfast."
It took a while for Erin to see that Sebastian had screwed her over, only to have Sebastian open the door for her, pushing her in, "Young master, Erin has arrived with your breakfast."
Erin made a note to curse him out later on, before walking into the office, "Good morning, little earl."
Ciel's face was covered by the papers he was reading, but, she could hear his angered growl, "Do not call me that."
Erin snickered lightly, "If you say so, Seal."
Ciel put down his papers, glaring at her with anger, "If you could please serve me my breakfast."
Erin nodded, grabbing the plate, "For breakfast we have...whatever the hell Sebastian made." Erin murmured, placing a plate of eggs, bacon toast and sausage onto his table, "You also have some sort of tea."
"Earl grey." Ciel said, slightly annoyed, before taking a sip, "So, Erin, have you been told of the chorus yet?"
Erin shook her head, smirking as she took a seat on the side of the table, "Nope!'
"Get off of my table."
"Nope!"
Ciel sighed, "You do understand that I can fire you, correct?"
Erin nodded, "Yes, I understand that you can fire me; but, there must be a good damn reason to you hiring someone like me in the first place."
Ciel smirked, "Then I'll make your job harder and longer."
Erin smirked right back, two could play at this game, "Then I'll quit."
Ciel looked over some papers, playing off of the thought that he didn't care much, "You wouldn't dare to do that; not when you'll lose so much money."
Erin shrugged, "Stealing, bribing, blackmailing and threatening is much easier then cleaning."
Ciel nodded, "Then I'll have to turn you in to the officials."
"Crapola." Erin murmured, "You wouldn't dare."
Just as the game reached a new level, a knock came to the door. "Come in." Ciel said, the door opening to reveal Sebastian.
"There you are, Erin." Sebastian said, "I'm sorry, young master; but Erin has yet to begin her work."
"Alright then, butler boy." Erin murmured, earning a small snicker from Ciel, as she got up, following the butler out, "What do we need to get done?"
"Well, I need you too-." Sebastian started, only to stop suddenly, eyes widening, before his head turned to the side, looking out the window.
Erin gave him a look, "Umm, earth to Sebs, come in Sebs? Come on now, buddy, don't leave me hanging-."
She was quickly pushed back by the butler, quickly falling on her butt, "Hey, Sebs! What the hell!"
Just then, the glass of the window shattered, a bullet whizzing right past the spot she once was. Glass sprayed everywhere, before her battle sense kicked in. She rolled to the side, coming up in a kneeling position, her gun whipped out. She didn't even aim, before shooting, watching as a man fell out of a tree.
Erin smirked, "Got him."
Sebastian tilted his head to the side, nodding, before looking off into the broken window, "There are more."
Erin looked out next to him, "…I wasn't aware that the trees were a lie…The trees are a spy-!"
"This is serious," Sebastian said, not sounding like he cared much, before checking the time, "I'll need to tell the others that we've reached code red."
"Code red?" Erin questioned, still confused, "Sebastian, what the hell is going on!?"
"This is the 'fun' part of your job." Sebastian said, a bored tone that made him sound bored almost, before gesturing out the window, "Your chorus of today are simple, don't let the gunmen into the manor and keep the young master alive."
Erin turned back around, "Umm. No one out there…" She murmured, before leaning back, jerking herself back down to avoid the onslaught of bullets, "Wow…Why the hell do they want Ciel!?" She asked, turning around, only to sighed, "Seriously? Now you decide to leave me, Sebs!?"
She groaned, reloading in annoyance, before jumping out the broken window, "I don't have enough of this crapola."
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