Mary sat on the edge of her bed, deep in thought about the events of the day.
"That disgusting creature...serving him...unacceptable. I must find a way to get revenge. The least I can do for now is not give him the satisfaction of my remorse. I must stay strong and conceal my emotions. That bastard will not get the best of-"
"Hello!" Mary literally fell off her bed in surprise. That voice was familiar. She rubbed her head in the spot where she hit it, then stood up and looked out of the window.
It was none other than Finny, the blonde gardener. She almost laughed, seeing his worried expression through the clouded glass, but refrained due to the vow she made to herself.
Mary opened the window, and Finny clambered in. It was now snowing lightly outside, and there were a few snowflakes caught in his hair. A gust of wind caught him at the wrong moment, and he lost his balance, falling on top of Mary. She tried not to get flustered, but that was the only emotion she couldn't control.
Finnian blushed as well, immediately hopping to his feet. He lent Mary a hand, and she took it gratefully. "S-sorry." He scratched the back of his neck.
"It's fine." She reassured him, her own cheeks still tainted with pink. "But what were you doing?"
"Ah, I was on a ladder, trying to pick off some vines from the wall outside. Y'know, the cold makes 'em brittle, so you can break 'em off real easy. And then I remembered your room was here, so I wanted to say hello. I didn't mean to surprise you though." Finny explained, laughing. "Oh yeah, and Sebastian wants to see you."
"Really? He told me I had the rest of the day off. Guess not."
"Alrighty then, bye!" Finny kissed Mary's cheek, hopping out the window and scrambling down the ladder. The blood ran to her cheeks again, and though her expression was unreadable, she put a hand to the place where he had kissed her.
"Mary, I have a task for you." She looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Sebastian closing the window for her.
"Did he see that?"
"But sir, I thought you gave me the day off." Her voice was monotonous.
"Yes, but a new shipment of covers for the guest bedroom just arrived, and I want you do replace the old ones with these." He led Mary into the hall, where there were three large boxes. All of them looked extremely heavy.
"Which rooms?"
"All of the rooms in this hallway." Sebastian answered with a polite smile. Now he could test her skills.
"Yes, Mr. Sebastian." Mary answered. Sebastian disappeared, and she began taking the heavy comforters out of the box. Looking down the hall, she noticed that there were about twenty rooms in this hall. Sighing, she wondered when dinner would be. Her stomach was beginning to grumble.
Pulling the cover across the bed, Mary struggled to get it even on both sides. It was after about half an hour had passed that she was satisfied and moved to the next room. Little did she know, Sebastian was watching her, analyzing her skills.
"She'll never get it done at this rate. However, she is quite a good cook," thought Sebastian. "Do you need any help there?" He called out, purposefully trying to irk the angel. But to his annoyance, and slight disappointment, her expression was blank when she turned to face him.
"Yes, sir. That would be very helpful." Mary replied, glad to have some help. She was simply too short to reach all the way across the bed to make it even.
But she honestly couldn't stand Sebastian. His polite smile, his white gloves and dark tailcoat, the way his unhealthily pale skin contrasted with his onyx hair and crimson eyes-all of it made her sick. He reeked of hell and evil, a scent that only angels could pick up on. Just him standing next to Mary made her feel like throwing up.
But Sebastian feel the same way. In fact, he felt quite the opposite about Mary. She was an entertaining toy for him. He couldn't have any fun with the other servants because they were foolish and had no idea what inhuman abilities he possessed. But Mary was intelligent, and she was more fun to play with, especially because she was afraid of him. A never ending game in which the cat has entered the bird cage and is looming above it, waiting for it to move so he could sink his teeth into it.
Sebastian stood on the opposite side of the bed from Mary, and assisted her in pulling the large covers across the queen-sized beds. They were done in no time.
Mary blew a few strands of hair out of her face, and Sebastian's eyebrow twitched. He hated when girls did that.
The angel took note of this, and made sure she'd do it again in front of him. "Mary, I must go prepare dinner now." Sebastian left the room.
Mary let out a breath she had been holding for a long time. Working with Sebastian made her tense.
"It has only been a day, yet I have already tired of this man."
Wondering what to do, she decided upon finding Mey-Rin. After looking through several long hallways, she found her standing on top of a stepping stool, putting away polished china dishes in an elegant glass glass.
"Good evening, Mey-Rin." Mary allowed a small smile to pass her lips. Sebastian wasn't watching her anymore.
"Oh, hello!" Mey-Rin turned her head to look at her. "Would you like to help me with this?"
"Sure," Mary answered. "Actually, I'll do the rest of it for you."
"R-really? You don't have you," Mey-Rin told her, stepping off the stool.
"No, it's fine. I wouldn't want Mr. Sebastian to think I'm lazy, now would I?" She asked playfully. "Of course, you already do enough work. He didn't assign me anymore for today." Mey-Rin nodded.
"But if you don't mind me asking, why is it that you like him?" Mey-Rin blushed.
"Is it really that obvious?" Mary chuckled at her obliviousness. "Yes. What do you like about him so much?" She picked up a another stack of dishes to put away.
"W-well, everything! He's so handsome, and polite, and..." Mey-Rin continued with her babbling, Mary listening to none of it.
All Lies.
"What do you think like about him, Mary?" The question shattered the slight smile that curved her lips upwards.
Mary felt eyes on her, compelling her not to answer. She briefly glanced out the window. Through the snowflakes being tossed about outside, she caught a glimpse of a pair of crimson eyes.
"Well, if I had to say...it would be the unusual color of his eyes." Ignoring her instinct, she told the truth. Despite how much she loathed Sebastian, Mary always had a thing for men with weird eye colors.
"Just curious, how old are you?" Mey-Rin inquired.
"Sixteen, as of yesterday." The memories flashed behind her eyelids.
"Oh, well happy belated birthday!" She said happily.
"Thank you." Mary told her gratefully. She was thankful that there were at least three people in this household that she liked. Maybe she could deal with Sebastian after all.
All of a sudden, Bardroy ran into the room, clearly excited.
"What is it, Bard?" Mey-Rin demanded.
"Sebastian saved us some leftover apple pie! C'mon, let's go and get some before Pluto does!" He shouted.
"Pluto? Who's that?" Mary wondered aloud, but nobody heard her question. Mey-Rin linked her arm with hers, and dragged her downstairs into the kitchen.
Mary could smell the scent of baked apples and cinnamon crust. Her mouth watered, she hadn't eaten anything all day.
"Sebastian! Can we have some pie now? Please?" The four servants begged in unison. Well, all except for Mary. She couldn't give in to the temptation.
"Fine, you may each have a slice." Sebastian said graciously.
"Thank you so much!" The servants replied, hurriedly grabbing plates and forks to quiet their growling stomachs. Mary, however, stood in the corner, arms crossed, as the others gleefully munched on their dessert.
"Mary, wouldn't you like some?" Asked Sebastian. She shook her head politely.
"No thank you."
"Please, try some. For me?" There was feigned remorse in his voice.
"That makes me want to try it even less," Mary ranted in her head. Sebastian held a forkful of pie up to her face, and whispered in her ear.
"That's and order, dear~" He said quietly, his warm breath tickling the girl's neck. Her face turned beet red, but she maintained her blank expression.
"Ah, so that is her weakness," thought Sebastian, evilly.
Reminded of how powerless she was, Mary finally bit the piece of pie off the fork. It tasted delicious.
"Do you like it?"
Mary didn't answer him, but took the pie plate out of Sebastian's hand and quickly ate it all. "Does that suffice for an answer?"
"Of course." He chuckled.
Mary then realized that the other servants had left. She turned to leave, but the demon caught her hand.
"I heard you like my eyes." Sebastian smirked and walked away, leaving Mary with a red, but otherwise unreadable face.