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Chapter Five
"Damn you Sebastian," Ciel growled as he spotted his demon butler slowly walk his way towards him, his arm hooked together with that mysterious Vermont maid. "Where have you been? I thought I told you to be quick about things?" Sebastian smirked upon seeing his young Master's stressed features.
"My apologies, Master Ciel, we may have ran into a bit of an altercation.." Miranda said, placing a hand over her chest and bowing apologetically. Sebastian briefly lowered his gaze to the woman beside him, smirking at the sight of her. Ciel noticed this, his arms crossing over his chest. "Oh, really? Care to elaborate?" He mused.
Feeling her grip tighten on his arm, Sebastian took that as his cue to take over the conversation. But before he could, however, a certain brown-haired Mistress rushed her way over. "Miranda!" She called, swiftly getting the Siren's attention.
"What is it, Mistress?" Miranda wondered. "It's Mr. Fabian," Victoria said. "He's here, and he brought a few of his men."
Hearing her, Miranda faltered. Personally, she'd never liked the man in the first place. Every time he visited the Vermont estate, his sexual advances towards the Siren were at an all-time high. "..Oh, joy.." Miranda muttered.
"I need you to distract him for a while, only until I've finished inspecting the other members of his group." Victoria explained. Miranda let out a low, annoyed growl, much to Sebastian's amusement. "Yes, young Mistress.." Hesitantly, she unraveled her arms from the demon's, following behind her young employer across the ballroom.
"Hmm," Sebastian smirked. "It seems our main suspect has arrived."
Ciel felt his blood boil with anger at his butler's playful manner. "Yes, but that doesn't change anything." He stated. "What were you doing with Miranda?" He asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Why Master, whatever do you mean?" The demon cocked his head to the side. "Cut the crap, Sebastian! I saw the marks all over her neck." Ciel frowned.
Sebastian chuckled. "I will not lie, young Master, it was a moment of weakness."
Ciel shook his head, his fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. "I thought you, of all people, would take this with utmost seriousness, Sebastian." He sighed. "But I guess it can't be helped.."
After a while, Ciel smirked. "So, what is she?" He asked. Sebastian raised a brow at his young Master. "I doubt you'd want to be seen courting a human, so I guess Miranda is not just some ordinary maid," Ciel looked up at the butler. "Is she a demon as well?" He wondered.
Sebastian smirked deeper at the question. "Not exactly," He replied. "Sirens aren't well known as soul devourers.."
"..Siren?" Ciel could admit that this did peak his interest, but he'd never give his butler that satisfaction. "No wonder, she's always so mischievous.."
"I agree," Sebastian snuck a glance out the corner of his eye, the elegant violet dress Miranda wore moving gracefully across the floor. "She's as mischievous as they come, my Lord.."
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"Lord Fabian," Miranda faked the smile plastered on her face as she greeted the noble. "Welcome, again, to the Vermont estate."
"Ah, Miranda," The Lord took her hand in his, gently kissing the skin on the back of it. "How nice it is to see you again.." He purred. Miranda slowly took her hand from his grasp, repressing the urge to gag at the sight of the moist print he left behind. "It's been a while since I've last seen your beautiful face." Lord Fabian chuckled, his body a bit too up in the Siren's personal space.
"Oh please, it's only been a week.." Miranda giggled. A very short one, she thought, annoyed. "Well then," The man leaned closer to her face, his voice lowering to a seductive whisper. "Why don't we go make up for lost time?.."
It was hard for the Siren not to slap him. His breath reeked of alcohol and other vile things; nothing like the sweet breath of a certain demon that kept running through her mind. Miranda looked past Lord Fabian, her gaze catching the brown eyes of her young Mistress. She remembered her orders; to keep him "distracted". But nothing could be worse than that, and she knew it.
"My apologies, Lord Fabian," Miranda sighed slightly. "But I have other duties that I must attend to.."
"Oh forget about that," Fabian smirked, his hand lightly snaking it's way around her waist. Miranda felt her eye twitch. "I think the party'll do just fine without us for a few minutes or so.."
That is it! Miranda felt her blood boil slightly, anger flashing in her eyes. "Ah, you must be Lord Fabian," spoke a familiar voice. Miranda turned slightly to see young Master Ciel and Sebastian walking up behind her. Internally, she bellowed a deep sigh of relief on seeing the demon's handsome face. "I am Ciel Phantomhive, Earl to the Phantomhive manor. It's a pleasure to meet you." Ciel held out a gloved hand towards the Lord, who towered over his small frame greatly.
Lord Fabian, much to Miranda's relief, unhooked his hand from her side, shaking it with the young Earls. "Oh, yes. Likewise.." He nodded. "This is my butler, Sebastian Michaelis," Ciel introduced the suave butler, who gave the man a sharp look.
Upon witnessing his slightly frightened look, Miranda held in a laugh as she moved closer to the butler's side. "How about you and I get settled over a glass of wine?" Ciel suggested, earning a snicker from the man. "Are you sure you're allowed to be drinking, young man?"Lord Fabian chuckled openly at him.
"Are you sure you're allowed to sexually harass guests at a gala?" Ciel countered, a brown raised. "What?! H-How dare you!" Lord Fabian gave Ciel an incredulous look.
Ciel smirked briefly before looking over his shoulder. "Sebastian, why don't you treat Miranda to a dance?" He suggested, not needing to turn to know that the butler had bowed to him. "Thank you, my Lord." Sebastian said, his gloved hand gripping the waist of the Siren's before swiftly walking away. Leaving his Master and Lord Fabian to their own demise.
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"Oh my," Sighed an utterly flamboyant voice. "The job of a reaper is never finished.." The man flicked his unusually long, crimson hair. He stood atop the Vermont estate, a red painted chainsaw twirling boringly at his fingertips. Jumping down, the man landed gracefully on one of the balconies, watching the gala from within the shadows.
"Ah, there you are!" The man exclaimed giddily. "Lord Edward Fabian, your time is almost u—WHAA?!"
The redheaded reaper suddenly gasped, his face pressed against the windows. "Is.. Is that Bassy?!" The man's cheeks gained a rosy tint as he eyed the suave Phantomhive butler on the dance floor, gracefully twirling the young woman he seemed to be dancing with. "Huh, who is that?.." He wondered aloud, his gaze moving to the butler's dance partner.
He watched with growing anger as the butler smirked, whispering something into the woman's ear and gently pecking her cheek before twirling her once again. "That harlot! Bassy, get away from her!" The heated reaper slammed his hands on the windows, gaining attention from a few of the guests, but the butler still didn't seem to notice him.
"Oh, don't worry Bassy," the man placed a hand on his chainsaw. "Grell's here to save you!"
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