Kuroshitsuji belongs to Yana Toboso, the OC's belongs to me.

Chapter 7 – Dreaming with the Light

Helena woke up from her slumber on her warm and comfy bed, the alarm of her cellphone going off next her ear. Hitting the thing to shut up, she rose against will, the want to stay in the warm cushions getting the better of her. She hadn't slept well; some kind of weird dreams had roused her of her sleep. Sometimes one of them being too much real for her tastes.

Soon the cold and chilling air of the snowy weather hit her warm body, making her shiver a lot. Quickly she took some clothes of her suitcase and goes straight to the bathroom. Arriving there she turned on the shower to make the steam heat up the chilling air of the room. Looking to the mirror she saw her tired face gazing back to her.

Looking at her reflection she seriously considered if she is a desirable woman as much Sebastian says. Her sick, pale skin in high contrast with her brown locks and eyes. In real, her hair is slight curly but she never liked that way. Her preference about her hair is being flat and long and she never changed that since she was a teenager. But when she got a cut on the locks, she asked hairdresser to cut in stylized ways. Gazing down on her still covered body she saw her B-sized breasts. That was the exactly part she never liked on her body but never had the guts to change it. Her mother always said that when a woman get pregnant, her breast get huge and heavy, so is good to her have small breast, because they are pert and not uncomfortable to her back. Of course she blushed on the sight to hear that but in fact it's true. Looking more down she looked to her wide hips and long sized legs, the brunette was always a tall girl this is the only thing she liked on herself. – 'At least I don't have to use high heels. I never enjoyed using these murderous things.'

Helena had been noticing more her figure since she started her current job developed feelings for Christian, but when her "pet" showed up in his human form on front of her she really started o considerate to be looking more tidy near him, his beauty paling herself.

Then she remembers what happened last night.

Her body flat on the wooden, his warm body rapidly getting closer of her chilling one. In an almost reflex she moved to welcome his warmness, pulling the taller man on the sudden kiss, Sebastian's mouth was glued on her lips, his tongue asking entrance. Soon he presses his body on hers, earning a gasp and her mouth open. His tongue dances on her mouth too much fast for her tastes and then his lips disappear. Opening her eyes she saw him gazing down on her mouth and she feel her lips bruised. It's bleeding.

"Oh, my reward tastes like strawberry and expensive wine. – He licks the drops of blood that appears from the small bites his teeth had made. – "This is how your pure blood tastes to me and it's delicious."

Hearing the words 'pure' and 'blood' make Helena get off of her dazing state. Getting angry, she pushes him off herself, takes her suitcase that was now in the floor and unlocks her room. – "To you I'm only a container of this so called 'pure blood', am I not? Sorry, but you'll have to work very hard have it." – Giving one angrier stare to him, she closes the door hard, banging it loudly.

Sighing, she goes to her bed and drop herself there, suddenly all the tiredness from her trip hitting her in large waves. Lazily she raises up, put pajamas and get comfortable under the heavy sheets, sleeping instantly.

The room being steamy and warm enough, she goes wash herself. Giving a good attention on her hair, she thinks about her not so well good sleep night. To her seemed that something that felt warm and pure was touching her but every time she woke up it disappeared. She never believed in divinities being real but since she is living with the unreal presence of a demon in the past months she thought if angelic presences exist too. Or maybe is another demon coming to disturb her... – "Oh God, I'm getting paranoid with all of that stuff."

Finishing the shower, she dresses herself and sits on the bed. Taking her cell she looks at the time. – "8h30 a.m. Damn, I should be still sleeping more. Gazing at the comfy and still warm bed she didn't resists, slowly crawling back under the cushions and her tired mind is assaulted with dreams.

Touches… Warm touches… Feather touches on her skin.

A warm and sweet breath fans above her face. In her half-sleep state she tries to open her eyes but she can't. She turns her head to the side to back away from the breathing but it moves to her neck. Soon she feels softness and a bit of wetness on her skin, panicking she raises her arms slowly and touches what is hovering above her. She feels skin under her fingertips, flawless and soft skin. The thing hovering above her stops to move, becoming rigid at her tentative touches.

The warmness on her neck disappears but now she was curious about who is in her room (since it seems to be a human being). Helena's other hand joins the one that was on the being near he, traveling through what appears to be hard and toned muscles beneath soft skin…

- 'A man on my bed? But how? When? Damn, Sebastian. Get of me!'

- 'But… but… I need to touch him. He feels so good…' – She smells the man scent, but I not resembled the rose alike one that comes from her 'pet'. It resembled a lighter scent, like lavenders.

Suddenly what appears to be a head sets itself near her on the pillow, its breathing fans on her ear in a faster rhythm than before. Her hands trail north, touching in what appear to be nipple, flat nipples on a hard muscled chest.

- ' A man it is, however isn't Sebastian…' – Without wanting to, Helena scrapped her nails on the area, making the man pants. Her fingertips trailing higher on his skin, touching his collarbone and neck, she tries to feel his face but he didn't let her to. He took her hands and put on his hair, the brunette entwined her fingers on the locks, and they appeared to be neck length size, also rich and voluminous. – "Delicate yet ravenous of curiosity are your fingers, my Helena." – He said lowly on her ear, his voice is baritone yet pitcher, very sweet to hear.

– 'And you're so calming and sweet, like who that comes from heaven.' – She says, desperately wanting to see this man.

Her hands make their way down on his side, feeling the muscles and the protuberant bones under the flawless skin. With her touches she felt his mouth closing in her neck and his body finally settling down upon hers. She gasped with the sudden warmness and weight above, warming over her chilling skin. His teeth sulk down slowly as the same time she explores his body. Then his hands touched lightly her pant clad thighs, making her move her legs settle them at each side of his waist.

The brunette was frustrated beyond belief, she wants to open her eyes and see who's there, she wants to open her eyes and finally see but weirdly she can't. Putting herself back on the earlier task, her hands trailed up on his back, his breath getting rapidly, his hands squeezing her thighs, his teeth now digging hard on her neck, hurting her a little. Helena freezes, her mind now panicking. Maybe is a vampire above her and she can't even move properly to protect herself.

- "Do not fear, I'm no vampire." – He whispered, she relaxed a little on his grasp, what's clearly wrong and dangerous. She hated how her body reacts from the large yet soft hands, principally from the one who appears to know how to touch a woman.

– 'But waiiiiiit? I never said he is a vampire…' – "Can you read my thoughts?"

Her hands bumped on something, making him groan and grind her hips on hers suddenly, earning a whimper from the woman under him. She trailed the bumps on his back, feeling it being soft and fluffy, like feathers.

Feathers?

Now really curious, her hands trailed this thing down, feeling it getting large. – 'Oh my God, he has wings, feathery wings.' – The brunette felt his hands closing on her wrists, making her lose her grip on the thing attached on his back. – "You'll be my downfall, my dear. Making me wish what I cannot have, making me desire for what's forbidden by the way you1re touching me." – Suddenly his body weight and warmness disappears, making her body get cold again. – "We'll be together again, my sweet love." – A kiss on her forehead sealed his words then a warm breeze passes on her skin and vanishes, signaling that his presence has gone.

Helena woke with a start, knocks coming from the door of her hotel room. She didn't care about who is, to mesmerized with the vivid dream she had. – 'Who's that man? He'd wings. Maybe is another demon… No, that can't be, it's just a dream of my tired mind…' – She looked to her side, seeing a pure white feather on the mattress. She blinked once, twice, holding the thing on her thumb and forefinger.

- "Whata hell?"

The knocks get louder, making her yelp. Then she hears Sebastian's voice coming through the other side of it. – "My Lady, we need to talk." – She cringes, her face getting warm because of the thoughts that invaded her brain while remembering last night. Pushing aside the embarrassment and striding to the door, she opens it, revealing to her eyes the tall and tidy figure of her 'pet'. She pushed Sebastian inside sharply, making him sitting down on the couch. She stayed on her feet, in front of him.

- "I never thought you are so eager to see me, my Master." – His smile that he was showing to her make Helena blushes like a teenager. This isn't a innocent smile anymore, like the ones he used to give to her. They turned to be a more bold and mischievous one. – 'Damn, so enticing… But wait! Get a grip, Helena!' – Closing her eyes to focus her mind, she opens them again and put the most serious expression she could must on her currently state. – "I've some questions and I demand answers from you, Sebastian."

- "I'll answer anything you want to know, my Master." – He said, his smile never going off his face.

- "Demons have wings with feathers, Sebastian?" – She asked, holding the one she found on her bed.

His smile suddenly dropped when the words sinks in on his brain, making a disgusted expression appears. – "Why asking?"

- "Just answer to me, I'm ordering you." – She used her demand tone on him. – "Demons have or haven't feathery wings?"

- "Just the ones that had a direct lineage with our father, the fallen angel." – His voice was cold now, making her fear a little his intense gaze.

- "With white feathers?" – Pressing him to respond.

- "No, the demons have black feathers. However some of the high-level creatures from hell can have white feathers too. But I don't think one of them would waste their precious time playing with humans during the night."

She sighed in relief but just a little. If isn't a demon that she was dreaming with last night, but then what is? – "Angels have white feathers."

- "What?" – She looked at her 'pet', seeing him gaze at her intently.

- "The soldiers of God have white feathers." – He said again. – "Can I know why such questioning?"

- "Is for a project I'm working for. An idea hit me and then this idea is from angels and demons so I thought I could use on it." – She lied smoothly, guarding the feather under her sleeve. – "I found a feather outside when I woke up and walked a little an hour ago and thought to use this thing on my works.

Sebastian narrowed his gaze. The girl is clearly lying to him and mentioning angels doesn't settle right on him. Such pain in the ass angels are, always finishing his fun.

- "Anyway, putting this aside, let's go have breakfast. I'm hungry and thirsty." – She took his hand suddenly, grabbing the card from the room and pulling him. He let her manhandle him but still was suspicious about this whole questioning. Locking the door, she pushed him to elevator.

What she didn't saw was the white fluffiness in cat form in the end of the corridor, gazing at her.

But Sebastian saw the white animal in the corner of his eye and glared coldly to it. The electric-bluish eyes from the cat gazed at him with the same fierceness. Then the cat turns around and disappeared somewhere.

Sebastian gazed to the opening door of elevator and get inside, he suddenly getting angrier but hiding it. – 'So now you're here to claim the price? Sorry, but this one is already mine.'

End of Chapter