Jane Doe- chapter 4

Ok, so I know this chapter is REALLY LATE and REALLY SHORT but last week I had relatives flying in and then school so this is all I could manage to write at the last minute. Sorry! But now I'm on winter break so hopefully I'll be writing a lot more and get more chapters in! On the other hand I'm really lazy... So let's see how this goes. I'm going to make this author's note short and sweet so I can go ahead and post this chapter! So, thanks to all of yall who faved, reviewed, story alerted, or just read my story! I love you ALL! Also, thanks to storylover167 for editing this chapter! It really means a lot!

Anywho, on with the story!

I woke up the next morning and almost convinced myself that Scarlett had just been a huge dream, but I knew better than to be that hopeful. Sebastian walked into my room almost immediately after my awakening and I sat up for him to hand me my tea. Even though I had changed his uniform as our lives and identities changed, I don't think I'd notice if he walked in one morning in butler outfit. Maybe I'd even prefer it over his casual jeans and t-shirt.
"Good morning my lord. Your breakfast this morning consists of Earl Grey tea and scones. Would you like jam with them?" he asked, setting down his tray to grab the dish.
"I'm not hungry," I said, taking a sip from my tea.
"Are all those sweets spoiling your appetite?" he said with a smirk.
"No," I said, handing him my tea and turning so my legs were hanging off the side of the bed. "I met this girl at school yesterday." He froze for a second at my words before putting away my tea.
"Young master, you know the policy about humans," he said, before helping me pull off the black t-shirt I slept in. Of course I knew, that was one of the only things he told me about demons.
"Yes, it's one of the reasons why I never returned to see Lizzy," I whispered and let my voice trail off. Sebastian stopped and looked up at me, worried. I quickly composed myself and kept talking. "But it's nothing like that." He nodded and got up to pick out my outfit for the day.
"Sebastian, are there any other demons living here?" I asked, hesitantly. He looked over at me concerned.
"What's going on young master?" he asked, seeming worried.
"Nothing, it's just a question."
"Well, no. There aren't any registered demons in this area."
"Registered?"
"All demons are registered in hell with their name and location. Demons are somewhat organized with rules and requirements but defiantly not as much as Death Gods. They hold more responsibility then us so it's required." I nodded, glad for more information but then realized something.
"Am I registered?"
Silence.
"So you're saying there's a possibility?" I asked, smirking at my victory.
"My lord, if you want me to take a look around I shall."
"No. You might be my pawn but you do have a tendency to cheat. I want to draw this game out a little longer, as it's the most interesting thing to happen in a while," I said, jumping off the bed to step into the pair of jeans he had open for me.
"Very well my lord. But if this becomes life threatening, I have no choice but to step in," he said, pulling a t-shirt over my head.
"And I expect nothing less of you," I said, almost like a command. We stared at each other for a second in silence and I really wished I knew what he was thinking. He used to be proud of me for saying such strong things, fantasizing over how it might be contributing to the taste of my soul. But now that my soul is gone, he doesn't seem to care anymore. It almost saddened me in a way. He broke the stare and turned back over to my nightstand. I expected him to take his tray and leave but instead he surprised me by picking something up from it. He turned to me and handed to me what I recognized as a newspaper.
"I thought you might find this interesting, my lord." I looked down at the paper in my hands and read the bold print on the front page: "Mystery Killer's 3rd Murder!"
"Third? Why didn't you tell me about this before, Sebastian?" I asked continuing to skim through the article. Apparently this 'mystery killer' has been going on a killing spree killing whatever poor souls were out after dark. Some were people in huge groups and others alone. So far police have no leads, no witnesses, and nothing to help them find this person. My specialty.
"I didn't want to make you any more nervous for your first day of school," he said with a smirk. I sent him a death glare before looking back at the article and reading over it again. "What do you propose we do about this, my lord?"
"Well, I think it would be the just thing to do by going after this killer," I said looking up at him. "Plus, it might serve as a good distraction," I mumbled under my breath even though I knew he could hear me.
"Of course, young master. Would you like to go directly after school?"
"Yes." He handed me my colored contacts and took back the newspaper before helping me put them on.
"Would you like me to drive you, my lord?" he asked, standing up straight.
"No, I think I'll walk. I need the fresh air," I said before making my way out of my room and leaving my butler standing there alone. I wasn't surprised when I saw him again as I opened the front door, carrying a black back pack.
"You forgot this, my lord," he said, holding the object out for me to take it. I threw it over my shoulder and walked past the man. I could feel concerned eyes on my back as I kept walking, and he knew that I could feel him staring at me. But I knew that the demon didn't feel an ounce of concern for me, especially now that I was just this hollowed out shell of my past life. The whole concept was depressing even for a demon like myself.