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Sunlight filtered in through my curtains, I cracked my eyes open and rolled out of my bed, wrapped up in the blanket onto the carpet. "Mph...too early..." I rubbed my eyes, grabbing the controller on the floor and unpausing Skyrim. I was in the middle of fighting the Volkihar Vampires when a knock on the door snapped me out of my zone.
"What?" I groaned. Sebastian opened the door, amused by the image of me in a blanket burrito, hair sticking out at all angles, while playing a video game.
"Your mother says breakfast is ready." He smiled, which was his way of saying "If you don't get up right now I will smash that video game station of yours, young lady."
You know, sometimes I wonder who the hell is really the "master" around here.
"I'll be out in a second..." I paused the game, untangling myself from my blanket after he left and pulling on a pair of grey shorts and a Children of Bodom band shirt from my drawers, pulling on my cat-face slippers and sliding down the rail downstairs.
"Morning!" My mother chirped from her place in front of the sizzling pan, most likely full of bacon and scrambled eggs. I grabbed a cup of hot earl grey tea and took my place next to Sebastian, who was stomaching human food, for my sake, I guess.
"So your hair still turns into an afro when you wake up? I figured you would've grown out of that." My father laughed and I tugged at one of my many cowlicks. I sighed, shaking my head. If only they knew the kind of stuff I've been doing, I thought to myself.
I made small talk with my parents throughout breakfast, and they insisted on taking Sebastian and I out later today. I glanced at Sebastian, intent on asking him about that little incident from last night. Later that day, after I was already dressed in a black gypsy-style skirt and black wedges, with a white tank top, I called him over to me.
"Sebastian." He walked over to me, an eyebrow raised. "I'd like to know why you kissed me last night?" I couldn't help the little bit of heat that rose to my face as I crossed my arms and gave him the sternest stare I could muster. But, for some reason, he seemed to be at a loss for words.
"Honestly...I don't know." Was his answer, but before I could question his strange lack of motive, my mother honked the horn of the car for us to come downstairs. I sighed, giving him the "we will discuss this later" glare and grabbed my bag, hopping down the stairs with him at my heels. We hopped in the car, off to enjoy a day of New Orleans food, drink, and...
"GODDAMNIT!" A bullet whizzed by my head as Sebastian carried me in his arms. It appears that those who remained of the men who raped Clarissa caught on to who was murdering them, and found out it was me. But why not simply call the cops? No, there was no proof, and thus is the reason why Sebastian is carrying me away from the hitmen back to the house to grab our things. When we lost them and returned home, we were met by my worried parents who were bombarding us with questions.
"Honey why did those men try to shoot you!?" My mother was on the verge of tears, so I just gave her a hug and stared at my parents, Sebastians hand on my shoulder.
"Because I can technically be classified as a serial killer. For the past few weeks, I've been tracking down the men who raped and murdered Clarissa, and killing them off. Milton was the third, and the last two have apparently caught on."
Disbelief riddled my parents features, then horror, then rage. But they directed that rage at Sebastian, somehow coming up with some convoluted idea that he was the one who got me to stop taking my medicine, that he was some crazed murderer who's got their little girl brainwashed. My eyebrow twitched, and I just snapped.
"Just. Fucking. SHUT. UP! BOTH OF YOU! THIS IS MY DECISION, NOT HIS, NOT ANYONE ELSES! AND I GET IT, YOU'RE NOT HAPPY WITH IT, BUT IT'S NOT LIKE I'VE GOT MUCH LONGER TO LIVE ANYWAY!" And that was the first time in years I had screamed at my parents. I stomped upstairs, butler at my heels. I slammed the door to my room, and told him to get packing. He grabbed the spare suitcase I kept at the house and opened it, quickly folding extra clothes and putting my gaming systems in it, filling another suitcase with my games. I pulled all of my old photos of me and friends off the wall and shoved them in a bag.
As soon as we were done, we left, and I could give less than a damn about my angry and crying parents.
"The airport is out, how the hell are we going to get back to Paris?" I growled as we got into the car that I had left here, considering I was a horrible driver. It was a black ferrari, only the best for "their little girl." I snorted, shoving all the bags in the back seat and getting in the passenger side, Sebastian at the wheel.
"I believe I'm...acquainted with someone in New York who could help us." He shuddered, and I raised an eyebrow at his annoyed expression.
"New York is a long ways away, Sebastian. And like I said, flying is out." My voice was strained, I was irritated, angry, and worried.
"I believe that a road trip is in order then?" He smirked at me, and for once, I was happy he did. Something about the fact that he was still smirking, that at least he was one thing that wouldn't change, that he would be my protector until the very end, it made me feel safe. And strangely, it made me feel loved.
And thus, cue montage, we traveled for a few days, taking stops and covering our tracks, all the way to The Big Apple. I had been several times before, so it's magic was lost on me, and Sebastian seemed to be getting more and more restless with every passing minute.
"So where does your "acquaintance" live?" I asked him, staring up at his irritated face.
"We'll have to catch it's attention. Are you in the mood for a killing spree, Victoria?" Even in his agitated state, his voice was still calm and collected. I crushed the little butterfly in my stomach before it multiplied though, and gave him a curious look.
"Do I want to know?" I leaned my head on his shoulder, feeling safer when I was as close to him as possible, and he absentmindedly (or at least, I guessed it was absentmindedly) draped his arm over my shoulders. Late into the night, we murdered prostitutes and drug dealers galore, until finally I was too tired to care. I slumped against my demon, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"When is he gonna show up? I'm worried that we might get caught." I nuzzled him, exhausted and disoriented.
"A butler who would let his mistress get caught in the act of murder wouldn't be worth his salt, would he?" He patted my head, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of red.
"BASSYYYY!" A man, at least I thought it was a man, pounced on my demon, pushing me out of the way and causing me to land roughly on my ass. The man in red was flung off just as quickly as he jumped on, and Sebastian helped me up. Now I could get a good look at this...flamboyant cross dressing businessman? His hair was long and red, and he had red glasses with a little skull chain. His blazer was a bright red, and his pants were black and he was wearing red heeled dress shoes. A red striped tie was tied around his neck and...are those fake eyelashes?
"Ugh, hello, Grell." This was probably the first time I have ever seen Sebastian be disgusted, and that astonished me, considering he was a demon. He turned his attention to me, and he growled. This...mans teeth were that of a shark, and something told me he did not like me.
"Bassy! How could you!? And with this whore!?" he shouted in a rather over dramatic fashion, and Sebastian swiftly punched him in the nose. I was suddenly missing Eli very, very much.
"Look, Sutcliffe, all we need is a way to get to Paris."
"And what's in it for me, hmmmm?~" He wiggled his butt suggestively, batting his eyelashes. I nearly gagged.
"He'll give you kiss!" I piped up, and Sebastian made an almost-angry face at me while this "Grell" person was fangirling.
"Hmm...I think I can arrange something...I have made some contacts since I got transferred to the New York division."
"Transferred? Division?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Well little darling I'm a shinigami, a grim reaper. Ever since that Isabella girl showed up several hundred years ago she's been grinding my nerves! I ended up attacking her and they had me transferred, all because she's friends with that damned legendary death god!" He huffed. Hm, cat fights in the office are never a good.
"Okay." I shrugged, and Grell talked to someone on a pay phone.
"Ah, perfect~ Okay, so while Bassy stays at my place you can get a hotel room for the night, and in the morning I should have two boat tickets ready! Now how about that kiss~"
"First off, Mr. Sutcliffe, I'm not staying at your place considering you live in the Reapers Pocket Dimension, and unless my mistress orders it, I will not be kissing you at all." He glared at the man in front of him, who frowned. I stood on my tippy toes and whispered in my butlers ear.
"Just peck him on the cheek or something, we need those tickets!" I growled, and he reluctantly pecked Grell on the cheek. I think that he went into a sort of catatonic state after that, and me and Sebastian left. We made reservations at a cheap hotel, not that we didn't have enough money to get a better one, but we didn't want to draw attention. I sighed and sat on the uncomfortable bed, putting my head in my hands.
"And things were going so well, too. I think I'm going to take a shower..." Sebastian had left most of our bags in my securely locked car, and I only had my single bag that I initially left Paris with. I sighed, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door, stripping and letting hot water run over my tense body. I pulled on a grey slip afterwards and curled up on top of the bed, too hot to get under the covers.
"Sebastian...?" I called out to him, and he turned to look at me from his place on the window sill.
"Yes?"
"Could you...hold me?" I felt like a pitiful child, but I couldn't deny that I felt safe with him. He nodded, laying on the bed next to me and curling his body around mine. I turned around so I was facing him, nuzzling my face into his throat, inhaling his scent, and I managed to fall into a somewhat peaceful sleep.
AN: Sorry it was so short, I struggled to get this chapter out and I'm not really proud of it. It's about 1500 words shorter than usual...Anyway, we're nearing that special 1000 hits mark and i'd like to thank everyone who's followed, favorited, and reviewed! I love you guys!