Ok so, after having an epic battle with the lazys I've turned out victorious enough to write yet another chapter. Two in the same week, go me!
Chapter Seven: His Maid, Alluring
The next day Sasha woke before dawn, on her own finally. After yesterday's events, the Earl gave her an unnaturally long list of chores and she still had to be prepared for when the Itallian would be arriving which to her dismay would be just around the afternoon tea time. She groaned and grabbed her feather duster and looked at the first thing on the list, dust away cobwebs from dining hall cielings.
"Sometimes I wish I would've just stayed dead." Sasha walked to the dining hall passing an equally bed ragged Maylene along the way.
"What's your first chore?" Maylene asked.
"Cobwebs in the dining hall. What about you?" Sasha asked.
"Polishing the the frames in the eastern wing." Maylene sighed. "All seventy-six of them."
"Good luck." Sasha started trudging along.
After climbing up the chandlier chain to reach the cobwebs, Sasha sat in a chair and pulled out the list again, next was wiping off dirt from the rose petals in the garden!
"This must be a joke." she thought with furrowed eyebrows.
She huffed and went out into the garden and started to wiped of the little grains of sand from the white flowers. Then she looked around and realized no one else would be around for a little while, she sprouted her wings and flapped the while she walked through the she rows of roses. She smiled and retracted her wings. Next thing to do- track down Maylene and clean any of her messes, a list of her chores followed.
"Someone has confidence in her." Sasha muttered and walked to the library.
Maylene had decided to take off her glasses and do things right for a change. She moved with the grace an accuracy she hadn't felt in a long time. She only faltered when she heard footsteps comming from the hall. She grabbed her glasses and went back to her clumsy world again.
"Maylene. How are you comming along with your chores?" Sasha poked her head in the library.
"Almost done! What about yours?"
"All done." Sasha smiled. "Now it's bath time for me!"
Sasha shook her head confused. There should've been some fallen books atleast. She shrugged and walked to the bathing rooms.
"Ah, a morning bath?" Sebastian said from behind her. "Are you finished with your chores for today?"
"All except dealing with you." She grumbled.
"Dealing with me is a chore?" Sebastian blinked.
"Yes it is very much so. Now if you don't mind, I do not wish to put on a peep show so please leave the bathing room." Sasha pointed at the doors.
Sebastian blinked, he hadn't realized they were in the rooms already. "Please allow me to save my eyes."
"Ugh! He's impossible." Sasha sighed and slammed the door shut.
"You spent 1,999 pounds!" Sasha laughed at lastnight's reaction from the Earl.
She hmphed and looked down at her hand while she waited for the water to heat up. The chocolate diamond stared back at her.
"You will always be mine." his voice echoed in her head.
Shaking her head she grabbed one of the pots of water and poured it into the tub, and went to the pump to fill it back up.
"I hate him." Sasha looked at her reflection in the water. "He took everything and now all I have is the one thing he gave me."
Steam rose from the bath tub as she sat with her knees drawn up to her chest. She looked around the room and smiled, everything was recreated perfectly. However, this room was meant to be used for her sister's flower arranging. Those were some of the happiest days in her memories, her and her sister just finding flowers. Her sister always preffered the traditional English flowers, while Sasha enjoyed the exotic flowers from the Middle East and China. Irises were her favorite.
"Ugh, I wonder if I need cosmetics..." Sasha started to put a fluffy bathrobe and stared at the mirror.
"I'm glad to see you're done on schedule." Sebastian walked in holding a pocket watch.
"Honestly, as a butler of Phantomhive you should learn to knock first."
"We don't have time, the young master sent me to get your ready."
"He's not arriving until afternoon tea! That's four hours from now!"
"I know, so much to do in such little time!" Sebastian gave his signature smile.
"I despise you." Sasha gave him a dirty look.
"Tsk tsk, you should really learn some manners if you are to seduce," he chuckled, "our guest."
Sasha smirked and sauntered over to Sebastian and flipped her hair over his shoulderand seductively looked at him. Sebastian stiffened and tried to think of something to say, but alas he just stood there wide eyed. Sasha started laughing in the most unlady-like volume.
"By the look on your face, it would seem I wouldn't even need to speak!" Sasha laughed and continued to saunter down the hall to her room.
Sebastian stared, smiled, then flipped his hair. "It would seem you wouldn't."
An hour before the the guest- Damian, Sasha assumed his name was: and she found the garden destroyed, the meal burned to a crisp, and all the fine china broken. She glared at Sebastian.
"It's your job to make sure everything runs smoothly." Sasha thought then saw Tamaka's cup of tea.
"Sebastian." Sasha directed his attention to said tea cup.
"Splendid idea. Listen everyone if we are to pull off tonight listen to these instruction very carefully." Sebastian started barking out orders and such.
Within the time of Damian's arrival, the destroyed garden was turned into a traditional rock garden, the burnt meat would be served as a traditional dish served to the emperor's family, and the china was replaced by a plain set that mimicked traditional imperial dishes; in all words- everything turned out exceptional.
Now she waited sitting next to Ciel. She wore her new purple dress and her hait was placed in an attractive bun on the top of her head, she had putten on some oil to her lips and blotted them to give them a slight shine in the candle light and rubbed some peachy pink dust on her cheeks for a flushed look.
She heard a thick Italian accent. Her eyes widened as she realized she had no clue if she could do an Italian accent...
"Greetings Mr. Damian, this is my cousin Violetta Phantomhive. Welcome to my estate." Ciel drawled.
"Violetta? That's an Italian name is it not?" Damian walked up to Sasha.
Mentally grimacing, she put on her most attractive smile and replied in her best attempt at mimicking Damian's accent, "Si, I lived in Venice when I was a child and moved to London shortly before I turned seven."
"That's interesting now, isn't it?" Damian turned to Ciel. "Let's discuss buisness now, shall we?"
Sebastian walked in cheerfully with a tea tray. "Tea time will be taken in the study."
Everyone walked to the study. Damian was getting to know Sasha's back side "accidently" sd he so-called it. Accidently her front teeth! Ofcourse, Sebastian's smirk when he noticed didn't help either.
"Now that we are at tea time, shall we start talking about buisness?" Damian inquired.
"Let's play a game shall we." Ciel stared at him.
The Italian's smile faltered for a moment, then returned. "Ok, we'll play a game. What is it? Chess? Checkers? Mahjong?"
"No this." Ciel motioned to the already setup "Game of Fate".
"Alright." Damian looked confused.
"Let's begin." Ciel had a glint in his eyes.
Sasha sat beside them and lost herself in her reverie. She heard things like 'spirits make you lose your way in the night, lose three turns' and 'an angel's blessing cure's you're wrong doings, cured of curses'.
"Is there any way to regain my leg?" Damian fruitlessly joked.
Ciel bluntly stated. "No, once something is lost, it can never be regained."
Sasha's maternal side wanted to grab Ciel into a bone crushing hug. Technically, he still had family in the house, just a very distant aunt.
"Dinner is served." Sebastian entered.
The rest of the night went as planned. Damian was impressed by everything, especially Sasha's bust line. Pig and pervert came to her mind quite frequently in her discussions.
"Excuse me, but I need to make a call." Damian rushed to the phone.
Sasha turned around as Sebastian appeared beside her. He looked ahead.
"He's all yours." Sasha walked off to her room to put her normal clothes on, knowing fully that the next time she saw Mr. Damian, he would be in such a rush to get away he wouldn't even notice.
She tracked down the small trail of blood the must've been leaking from Damian's leg wounds, and she saw Sebastian leaving the kitchen. He looked at her and flipped his hair with a smirk.
"He's all yours."
Sasha smirked and walked into the kitchen and noticed the furnace was lit. It's a good thing the Angel's blessing card could be used at any time. Well, good for the idiot in the stove.
"I'm here to help you." she flipped back the gazing hole.
"Please! Please! Help me!"
"Why should I?" She played around.
"Oh dear god help!"
She smirked and started to glow and whipped the door open. He tumbled out and stared at her for a second the crawled as fast as could away. She snorted and picked him up by the collar and dragged him out to the road.
"You've been blessed by an Angel. You should thank God I don't have a taste for blood pudding." Sasha commanded. "Change you're life, I will be watching."
Ofcourse she wouldn't actually watch him, the look on his face said she wouldn't have to even she was. He started crawling up the road. She snorted, the wolves would take care of him by sunrise, and if they didn't he really was blessed by an angel.
She walked back to the house and looked around the grand entrance. It was comforting to know that this would be her home, she had to keep Ciel safe. There was an evil presence growing somewhere near. She could feel it in her wings and spine. She looked at the top of the stair case and saw Sebastian.
"You know, the dress would look so much better on you if it were black." Sebastian snapped his fingers and Sasha's dress turned black.
"Not over earlier I see." Sasha smiled.
"I am. It's just it'd waste not to have a beauty looking her best."
"You're being charming. Why?" Sasha looked at him.
"Because, I'm in the mood for a dance, and noone in this manor knows how to dance."
"It's been a long time, but I'm sure I'll keep up." Sasha walked over to Sebastian.
"Very well," Sebastian snapped his fingers and a waltz began to play.
