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Original post date: 08/11/2018

Grammar editing: 09/27/2018

Story Editing: 11/14/2018

Editing: 07/23/2019

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Chapter 7

When I woke up the next day, I felt fully rested. However, when I glanced over at the clock on Sebastian's desk, I nearly fell out of bed.

"Sebastian!" I yelled out, attempting to get out of bed. I tried to stand but, my legs gave out making me fall to the floor with a thud as I rubbed my now aching backside from the fall to the floor, Sebastian came rushing into the room carrying a tray in his hand.

"You should still be resting."

Looking over the bed from the floor, I glared at him.

"You purposely let me sleep all day? It's already six in the evening."

"You have been neglecting your bodies needs. So yes, I allowed you to sleep." Sebastian set the tray he had been holding down on the bedside table as he made his way to me extending his hand. He had added in the bedside table for me a few days after coming here.

"Sebastian, Not sleeping and eating is normal for me and my body." I expected his hand allowing him to help me back onto the bed. It was then I noticed I was in a nightgown. "Thank you for taking care of me after I fell asleep."

"It is my job, after all, to take care of you," Sebastian said matter of factly. "Perhaps next time I pleasure you, I'll be more gentle. As you clearly can't even stand." The grin on his face was smug. Looking at him, I felt my eyebrow twitch at his statement but choose to leave it along at this point. The whole, Pick your battles thing and all. But, the comment about taking care of me being his job was another story.

"Job?"

"You, My dear, are a witch. Demons, like myself, are very familiar with your kind." Sebastian sat down at the edge of the bed as if he just told me the sky was blue.

"Um... Okay but I don't understand what that has to do with anything." That was out of the left field. And entirely too neat of an excuse, no he was hiding something.

"I believe you are originally from my realm, a demon, witch hybrid. Given your name and scent."

I just stared at him like he grew a second head. Okay, I guess we are just jumping right into the topic just like that. "Sebastian... that isn't possible."

"You were sent here so then you can be sent there. But don't worry, I plan on Proving all of this to you. Once I do, I plan on taking you as my mate."

I didn't know what to say to that. Did 'the' Sebastian Michaelis say he wanted me as a mate? A demon... that thinks I'm a half-demon.

"I see that you are speechless." Sebastian brought his hand to his chin in thought.

What the actual fuck. Of course, I'm speechless!

It took me a few moments to be able to speak again. "Sebastian..." I ran my hand down my face in an attempt to clear thoughts and any facial expressions that may have formed on my face. "Even if that were true, why on earth would you want a half breed? Plus how on earth does a mate work here?"

Sebastian seemed to be in thought but otherwise acted as if I hadn't said anything. Sebastian has yet to explain himself with anything he has done that was out of character, so why would he do so now?

"Do you trust me?" Sebastian said, invading my thoughts.

"Trust?" Did I trust him? or am I just indifferent like with everything else and just going along as normal?

"Mafdet, I understand that I have just burdened you with this." Sebastian stood up, getting the tray he had sat down before. I just realized said tray had food on it.

"In your world, being a witch or from witches, Bloodline doesn't mean much." He came over with the tray sitting back down. "But here, your name means royal blood and power." Setting the tray on my lap, Sebastian started feeding me. "As a high ranking demon and practically royal myself, you as a partner makes sense." Not knowing what to say or think, I let Sebastian feed me — not bothering to question anything at this point. "You're able to use a reaper's weapon which more then confirms either reaper blood or demon blood. My mark glowing at your touch confirms your witch blood." Swallowing my mouth full, I asked the question that had popped into my head.

"How does that confirm my being a witch?" Sebastian put a fork full of food into my mouth after I asked. I felt like Sofia from the golden girls.

"Witches have the stigma of being minions of the devil because they can summon and control demons without the normal payment." That made some sense there are plenty of books in the new age section about summoning angels and demons etc. the most memorable to me being the book Summoning Spirits.

"Okay so basically witches can, when done right, basically make a contract without losing their soul." I clarified after swallowing my food.

"They can do more than that, but yes."

"I get the idea that witches can be rather dangerous to demons, much like reapers."

Sebastian nodded as my replay with a look of amusement.

"So, by using the Death Scythe, it could translate to being part reaper... But that could also be a by-product of my near suicide, seeing as in this world that is how reapers are born." Sebastian's hand paused mid-way as he was bringing the fork to my mouth. The flashing of his eyes going deep red told me he wasn't too happy with what I had said.

I put my hands up in surrender. "Oh um, I didn't want to die or anything. I was experimenting with chemicals out of curiosity." My nervus laugh seemed to make Sebastian question my intelligence.

"While I wish to question you further I'll leave that for later." Sebastian continued to feed me. "I know that you are at the very least, a half-demon by the scent you released during your climax. While it was slight, it was there." Sebastian cleared away the tray placing it back on the bedside table. "Your eyes also flashed."

"Flashed?"

"Indeed" Sitting next to me now Sebastian pulled me into his lap. "You're taking this all rather well."

"How am I to take it?" I rested my head against his chest. Truly. How am I to take it? Do I even care? Not really, it doesn't change anything. Except maybe make me less interested in going home.

"I half expected you to become hysterical."

"I don't entirely care, I suppose. I'm indifferent."

"I'll admit that as demons, that is how we feel about most things. There isn't much that excites us." Sebastian tilted my face up to look at him by my chin.

"You and Undertaker excite me."

"going forward I'll be changing that." Sebastian kissed me gently moving a hand up my nightgown.

"When? ..." I breathed out between kisses.

"Hm"

"When did you start planning?"

Sebastian smirked against my lips, moving his own to whisper into my ear. "The moment you uttered my true name." His voice made me shiver.

"When did you know?"

"My first clue was the scent of your arousal after seeing Undertaker." Sebastian kissed down my neck as his hand moved further up my leg.

"You didn't question me when you saw my wound because you already knew."

"Yes." Sebastian's hand made it to my womanhood, not wasting any time he rubbed my bundle of nerves. "Now, for the matter of who you will choose." Sebastian's touches and kisses had my breathing starting to become labored.

"Does it matter?" Slipping his fingers inside me, Sebastian's kisses trailed down my chest teasing my nipples through the fabric of my nightgown. "Seba... stian..." I moaned out, feeling that heat from before in my stomach. It didn't take long for Sebastian to make me climax. I laid there in his lap panting as I calmed down.

"I wouldn't share should you become mine. I don't think Undertaker would share either." He has a point; whoever takes me would most likely think of me as their possession from then on.

"Then, for now, I guess I stay a virgin."

Sebastian pulled me close. "Tempting a demon will ensure your defilement."

"Then let the game truly begin."

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Sebastian had insisted I bathe then go back to bed. while I tried arguing he won in the end. He wouldn't let me out of bed at all the next day either. In fact, I wasn't allowed out of the room till thanksgiving. It was now the day after Thanksgiving. Ciel had let us all celebrate in the name of becoming more cultured since Thanksgiving had been a national holiday since eighteen sixty-three. Bard and I were American, so it made it authentic for him.

"I'm still tired from all the turkey." I slumped into Ciel's deck chair, closing my eyes.

"Are you always in the habit of sitting in your Master's seat?" Ciel said in a bored tone as he looked over his chessboard. He was currently playing against himself.

"It's not like you're sitting here."

"Insufferable."

"If that were true, you wouldn't put up with me." I got up and walked over to him.

"You're an important pawn."

I watched him move his chess piece. "Does it hurt?"

"Does what hurt?"

"Not having him around." Ciel, after a moment, dropped his chess piece turning to face me. A look of horror on his young face. "Ciel, there are many things that I know about what happ-"

"SHUT UP! DON'T SAY ANOTHER WORD!" Ciel stood up, yelling at me. His chair being shoved back, falling over. He was breathing hard as if the very truth of his existence plus the current situation was too much for him.

"Of course young Master."

"GET OUT!"

I bowed and left the room. I stayed outside the door for a few moments listening to Ciel sob inside his study.

"Was that necessary?" Sebastian said as he appeared next to me out of nowhere.

"Perhaps not." I smiled at Sebastian and changed the subject as I moved a bit away from the study door. "I completed my inspection of the manor and the gardens."

"Very good. Once done with the schedules, you'll be done for the day as I've already done all the ordering." Sebastian pulled me close to him so he could kiss my neck.

"Are the others truly that bothersome?" I said with a breathy tone. The feel of him kissing my neck always felt good.

"My dear girl, those idiots have me wanting to bury them alive."

"How did you ever get anything done before I got here?"

Sebastian let me go stepping away. "I'm simply one hell of a butler."

I giggled at his answer. "And what have you been doing with all the free time?" Sebastian put a finger to his lips and walked down the hall, ignoring my question. "Fine, don't tell me." I shrugged and followed Sebastian to the kitchen were worked together, in perfect sync to make the evening meal for everyone.