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Lizzy's Contract
Chapter 6: Her Maid, Second Stopping
Ugh, I'm sorry this chapter's short, but I really couldn't think of another chapter and I said they were making a second stop, so this is it! R&R if you like it and even if you didn't! :)
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September 7, 1889. Time: 9:37 in the Evening.
Sarah Angelo had the man who drove their carriage stop in front of a small wooden shack on the outskirts of a small town midway between the first stop and the objective of her current Mistress.
Lizzy and Victoria had fallen asleep long ago while Victoria had tried to teach Lizzy how to WRITE in Japanese. The woman regarded her Mistress and Mistress's newfound friend happily. She quietly exited the carriage and walked to the door of the house, knocking quietly on the wood.
A young woman, with the appearance of her early to mid twenties, answered the door. She had long, curly blonde hair.
"Good evening," she said with a bow, "are you here to see the Master?"
"I am," Sarah replied, "Is he home?"
"Of course," the woman said, "I will inform him of your arrival immediately. Please come in." Sarah smiled slightly and entered the building.
"Thank you," She said, her voice barely above a whisper. She sat down in the room the other woman told her to sit in, admiring the satin couch and handcrafted chairs. A few candles were lit, but most of the light in the room came from the fire, flickering in the hearth. A pot of tea and two cups sat on a small table next to the couch Sarah sat upon.
"The Master will see you in just a moment," the woman said, quickly opening and shutting the door before and after she said it. Sarah nodded at stared at the fire. Her amber eyes followed the flames as they flowed up, flickering and licking at the air. It was almost as if the dance the flames were performing was to the same rhythm as her favorite song.
It was a few moments before she heard the door open again.
"I would have assumed you had poured yourself some tea already," a man's voice said. It was deep and flowed like honey.
"I have no reason to take something that is not mine without permission," Sarah replied, "but I suppose a cup would be nice." The man smiled and poured two cups, handing one to the woman across from him and keeping the other to himself, sitting down in the chair across from the couch Sarah sat on.
His suit was hand-tailored, but then again, any demon wore hand-tailored clothes while under contract. His eyes were the same color as Sarah's, a soul piercing amber and they smiled contently on the maid.
"It certainly has been a while," he remarked after a moment, "but all that aside, I believe you are looking for our village."
"Yes," Sarah replied, "My current Mistress said that the new Master of the village had a take-charge attitude."
"Yes," the man said, taking a small dip of his tea, "The Young Master has completely changed the way things work in the village. I find his efforts to be quiet good. The town is now self-sufficient and the agricultural aspect is running smoothly. There is always something to eat, no matter who you are.
"The only new concept I do not like is that if you wish to leave for contracts, you have to write to the Young Master and tell him you are leaving. Not that it matters for me, however."
"I was about to inquire," Sarah said, setting down her empty teacup. The china made a soft clinking sound as it settled on the mahogany coffee table.
"I heard you took up contract with a noblewoman from London," the man said, pouring more tea into her cup and then his own, "who is she?"
"She says to be the former fiancée of the young demon who has taken to being Master of the village," Sarah said, "Elizabeth Midford is her name. Do you know of her?"
"She was certainly very close to the Master. She was a bit too excited for his tastes, but he truly did love her, no matter what his said."
"I see," Sarah replied, another sip of tea disappearing behind her lips, "Interesting."
"They got along well nonetheless," the man continued after pouring more tea for the woman, "Lady Elizabeth spent a great deal of her time trying to make the Master happy, and I suppose she hasn't stopped."
"Do you believe he left England to come here because of her?"
"If you mean to say that he did not care for her, that would be incorrect. If Lady Elizabeth was somehow involved in his decision to leave, it would have been only to protect her," the man said, casting his eyes toward the fire. The flames reflected in his eyes and were mirrored back to the fire.
The two demons sat in silence for a long while. Five pots of tea had been shared between the two and the maid simply brought another whenever the current pot was empty. They mostly just stared at each other. It was uncustomary for demons to behave like this unless under contact, which Sarah was, but it was apparent that neither wanted to raise their voice. This was an orphanage for young half-demons, abandoned and too young to become members of the village without at least one parent.
The door opened quietly and a small boy walked in. He was nine to ten years old and had a set of piercing fangs. His blue eyes surveyed Sarah for a moment before turning to the man.
"I… I hurt Hanna. She's… she's really hurt." The man put his hand on the boy's head.
"She will be fine. The nurse will take care of her and your punishment will be minimal, okay?" The boy sniffled and nodded.
"Thank you," he turned to Sarah, "goodbye, Mistress." He left the room, leaving the two alone again.
"They seem to like you."
"They are taught from a young age to respect to respect pureblooded peoples," The man replied, setting down his teacup.
"I came here to ask something of you," Sarah said, setting hers down as well.
"What?"
"I have never turned anyone into a demon before, thus I have no idea how a Contract could work under those circumstances."
"Explain."
"Lady Elizabeth has wished for two things. One, to find Ceil Phantomhive. Two, to be with him forever," Sarah leaned back in her chair, "Now, I'm not entirely sure if that means until she dies or if that honestly means forever."
"I would say that means forever, just to be sure. And the turning of a demon means that you consume the soul, but leave the spirit. The spirit has a completely different taste than the soul does, so you should be able to differentiate between the two. If the soul is bitter, the spirit will be sweet as honey. If the soul is sweet as honey, the spirit will be bitter." The woman nodded. She, as said, was not used to leaving the spirit in her Contractor. The people who would contract her were usually bitter men, wanting either a sex toy or someone more powerful than themselves to kill a person they held a grudge against. They had ugly, bitter, foul tasting souls, so the spirit was her favorite part. It was beautiful, savory, and wonderful tasting.
But, she surmised, it will be easier to leave the spirit in this girl. Her soul is sweet like candy so her spirit will be foul.
"I believe you should be going. If the carriage travels all night, you can arrive by noon tomorrow." The man said, standing. Sarah mimicked the act. He shook her hand and brought her in for something similar to a hug.
"This will be hard for you at first. You may have side-contracts, but you always have to be there for your Mistress." The man whispered in her ear, softly kissing her neck right below her ear. Sarah whispered back,
"I understand. I believe that the spirit of Ceil Phantomhive will be something I will enjoy taking when his time officially comes." The mans lips were kissed, quietly and sweetly.
"I have a feeling I will see you tomorrow in the village," She said, pulling away from him and walking towards the door.
"As do I."
"Goodbye, Sebastian Michaelis." And with that, she opened the door and returned to the carriage.
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September 8, 12:00 Midnight.
"Drive all night, sir. We should reach the town by noon tomorrow." The man nodded.
"To the town of Demon Peace we go." He snapped the reigns and the horses pushed forward. Sarah contently watched Lizzy and Victoria.
"Peaceful dreams to you both," she whispered, looking our the window and into the dark.
Like I said, short. This probably wasn't a necessary chapter, but oh well! :D R&R! -Chiharu