Before u read, I have a response to an AWESOME reviewer~
Paxloria:
1.) I'm rather glad you picked up on the schools crest and everything ^^ Yes, yes, there's definitely things going on that will be revealed soon my darling reviewer~
2.) Haha, yes I purposefully (kind of... not really... I just enjoy the torcher of my OC's) did that, though there is a reason as to why Sebastian is the one changing/bathing/taking care of her, granted though he IS checking for scars no doubt, that and Ciel had ordered him to take care of her as he would take care of Ciel, since remember she has a head injury and probably suffers trauma, though that's not the case at all. Something *hint hint* will happen in later chapters that leads to Sebastian questioning her and such tho, and her past will be revealed and also her skittish nature and why she doesn't like it when people touch her or are close to her.
There are many things hinted at, keep your eyes open for them^^
CHAPTER 7
Imogen simply stared out the window the whole time the butler left her alone in her room. Waiting for the sun to finally set and allow her the darkness to disguise her plan to escape. She stood up finally, and opened the window, sucking in a sharp breath as the cold air bit her cheeks and arms.
'I have to get home' she thought. It was her determination to escape this place and get back home, and give that guy a piece of her mind. She braced herself, swinging one leg over and the other, sitting for a moment on the window pane. She smirked. She had never done anything so daring in her life, up until she was ten all of her spirit and audaciousness had slipped form her. But she knew the only reason why is because of...
She shook her head, 'don't start thinking about that now, focus on escaping!' she looked down, and hoped from where she sat, she knew that the landing would hurt... she was on the second floor after all...
She moaned as she hit the ground, "Jeez... that hurt..." she mumbled, and got up, that jump earned her a bruise on her arm and a cut that went from her wrist to mid forearm. The stinging was probably the worst part of it, but she payed it no mind.
She got up, her legs trembled and shook, but not because of the cold.
'run Imogen. Now.'
She willed herself to move forward.
"So... cold..." Imogen muttered to herself. She mentally kicked herself for not at least sneaking away a coat... that butlers tail coat was at least warm enough to keep her from shivering earlier that day. But she didn't really want to see that guy, not after being bathed by him...
She shuddered in remembrance. "That was terrible, how in the world is that even okay?!" she mumbled, "That guy is definitely not okay! And what's with that kid?! All high and mighty... not at all..." she continued muttering insults to herself.
Leaves crunched under her, twigs and the like scraped against her small and naked feet, while the trees around her slapped her arms and tore at the nigh gown she was wearing.
The night, not only cold, was wet as well. Making Imogen's suffering all the more intolerable. "God, I hate this... " she hugged herself tighter, the moon above her was the only light she had.
"England is so cold..." she shivered, "How did I even get here at all? That stupid Undertaker... what was that powder he blew in my face anyway?! What was his goal? He must be a sadist or something... or maybe..." her eyes widened, suddenly realizing a possible reason as to why Undertaker did what he did, she shivered again, her realization caused small tears form at the corners of her eyes, "That freak, doing that to a girl... underage nonetheless, how long will it be before I wake up? That stupid guy..." she mumbled, her memories of her confused past started to hammer at her head, waiting for her to let them out.
She had full on started crying this time, the flood of emotions pooled out from her eyes, she slowly sank to the ground. She curled up in a fetal position, despite it being cold, and her face starting to feel numb she continued to cry, "I hate people!" she exclaimed, her tears dripped from her chin onto her hands. "They are all... all of them... people are all cruel..." she murmured to herself, watching her tears form a small pool in her hands.
She froze suddenly, tears stopping, and her sobs paused for a moment. She could hear foot steps coming towards her, she gasped, and stood up quickly, the numbness was not only in her face, it was in her arms and legs, but still she forced her way through the woods even more, working her way from a fast walk, to a vigorous run.
When suddenly, she landed on her bottom. Knocking the air out of her completely, she gasped, and coughed, "My my, Miss Imogen... quite the escapee aren't we?" a familiar voice said, she looked up, only to see glowing red eyes.
Hands reached for her, and Imogen slapped them away, and started to defensively put her arms up to protect her chest and head. "M'lady, please, you are chilled to the bone, if I don't take you back to the manor you will have no chance what so ever to survive..." Sebastian growled slightly at her, she was being stubborn for no reason. Imogen looked up at the butler, still very mad at him, he seemed to sense that, smirking at her her bent down so he could be of eye level, "D-don't come near me!" Imogen said.
Sebastian raised an eyebrow at her, he looked at her in the eye, her own eyes glowed, light reflecting off of them, they were truly a sight, humans however would probably reject that sort of thing.
Sebastian grabbed her shoulders, and Imogen trembled slightly, 'his hands are warm...' she thought, and she slowly put her arms down. "What will you do to me?" she asked, her voice cracked a bit, Sebastian only sighed, "Well... as displeasing as it may sound, I will have to give you another bath..." he said, Imogen was about ready to burst to tears at this, "Noooo..." she cried in defeat. Sebastian smirked again, and lifted her up to her feet, "Come now, you getting sick now would only make your head injury worse..." Sebastian said, letting her go slightly, which was a bad idea, she started to sway and fell forward, bumping into Sebastian once again, only she stayed there instead of falling, for he caught her.
"Miss Imogen, what exactly were you trying to accomplish?" he sighed, and picked her up, suddenly noticing she was bleeding profusely from her arm. The scent rushed to his nose immediately. "Miss Imogen... did you jump out the window?" Sebastian asked, and gave a sigh when she nodded, he had her cradled in his arms, and was now bringing her head to his neck. She was extremely cold.
If he hadn't come at the moment he did she was surely doomed to die, and Young Master would be most displeased with that.
It only took them five minutes to get to the manor, and walk up the steps of the mansion. Imogen asleep in his arms.
Sebastian swiftly opened the door, and walked up the stairs, trying to not wake the sleeping girl in his arms, getting to her room, he set her down on the bed, he immediately went to work, stripping her, bathing her quickly and gently, and putting on a new night gown over her head. She didn't stir at all during this, her eyes remaining closed, and her breathing steady and gentle.
He noticed a sudden draft, and looked at the window, Imogen still in his arms, he felt the girl hiccup in her sleep, and her eye lashes graze his neck, she then wrapped a small arm around his neck, the arm he bandaged while in the bathroom bathing her, and hugged him close. Sebastian stood still for a moment, letting the girl position herself before moving to close the window.
He felt her stirr again, this time waking up, he shut the window, "Mmmh... Kurai Nik-" "Shhh, Miss Imogen, please go back to sleep, I'm sorry for waking you, close your eyes," he hushed, Imogen hiccuped again, no doubt the after effect of crying so much earlier, "Kurai you don't talk... silly cat..." she mumbled again, and Sebastian furrowed his brow at her comment, and sighed again, deciding not to correct the girl.
'probably dreaming about a cat...' he thought.
She slowly set her down, moving the covers and wrapping them around her, tucking her in gently.
Her eyes opened slightly, catching a glimpse of the black clad butler, he really did look like Kurai Nikko personified, that is... if she hadn't looked at his eyes, she then realized it was the butler who set her down, reminding her that she was still in this strange dream. "What a weird dream... I must really tell Kurai about it when I wake up..." she mumbled to herself, unaware that the butler heard every word.
He only chuckled and smirked, "What a strange dream indeed, M'lady," he said, and put a gloved hand over her eyes, closing them, "Good night, M'lady."
The butler sauntered out, closing the door behind him.
"A strange world it is indeed," he muttered, and walked off to his room, straightening the front of his tail coat.
A/N:
I'm rather pleased with this chapter, though much of it I was writing in a rush~
As regards to Imogen, you'll learn much about her in the chapters to come ^^
I already thought of a song that fits the two of them perfectly, and I may reference it in later chapters *hint hint* look forward to it~
This 'updating every Friday' thing is pretty good for now, though I must say it feels rather strange not posting everyday like I used to :T
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TaTaaa~
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